Lisa shakes off her sick thoughts and cleans herself up

Lisa stared at her slimy finger held just inches from her face, until a shudder passed through her and she snapped out of it, pulling a face and wiping her hand on the already soiled bedsheets. She quietly slipped out of bed, treading carefully enough that the boards only slightly creaked as she made her way back to the tub, the only place she knew there was water of any description. She gasped at the cold as she splashed down her privates, washing them as best she could, then dried herself off on the filthy rag-towel.

Returning to the bedroom, Lisa looked about for her clothes but they were either taken or mixed up in the mess of junk that piled upon the floor. After digging around for a while she found a shirt with most of its buttons that didnt smell too bad, and a pair of longjohns that didnt seem to be soiled - perhaps because they were too small for Usher, she mused as she pulled them on, finding them to be surprising snug on her petite frame. She pulled on the shirt, which was far too big for her but by tying up the bottom she managed to stop it flapping around too much and provide her breasts at least a little support. Unfortunately this left her midriff exposed and the missing buttons at the top revealed more of her cleavage than she would have liked. Still, the sun had sapped the chill from the air and so it was that she stepped out of the bedroom to greet the day.

She found the kitchen empty and the shop was still closed, with no sign of Usher. She wandered to the back door which was open and peered out, squinting a little at the bright morning sun before she noticed Usher sitting on the edge of the porch with his back to her, smoking a cigarette. Lisa watched him in silence for a long while, a torrent of conflicting emotions flowing through her as thoughts of what the man did to her replayed in her mind. Lost in her thoughts and before she could act, Usher turned and spotted her, that familiar grin splitting his face as he pushed himself to his feet with no small effort.

"There y'are little lady." He beamed looking her over, "Don't you look nice. Fine mornin' we've got today... how are you feelin?"

Lisa shifted uncomfortably on her feet before the man, his huge, ungainly frame and haggard face at odds with the growing sense of attraction she was feeling towards him. Her freshly awoken sexuality literally pulsed within her to look at him and despite her revulsion of the man she had to fight the urge to embrace him and peck him on the cheek. She gave him a shy smile, "I'm alright thanks. Sleep really helped." she added, rubbing her head.

"Oh yeah, right worn out you were." Usher chuckled. "But today is a new day and you ain't tried to shank me so I'm guessin you're feeling tip top." He gestured inside with a nod. "Come on, maybe I can find us something to nibble in there."

She moved back inside, instinctively clearing the table of several piles of dirty plates and various junk as Usher poked about in the larder, eventually returning with a slightly stale but mould free end of bread. "It aint much, but there should be a bit of butter about somewhere. It will fill a hole at least." he said with a wink, causing Lisa to blush and look away. "Sit." he commanded, pointing to a chair at the table. "You can deal with all that later, for now let's us have a chat."

Usher tossed down a plate in front of her which rattled noisly before settling, upon it hard looking bread coated with a layer of congealed butter. Her stomach growled though and she accepted it eagerly, wolfing down a couple of bites before struggling to swallow, her mouth dry. Noticing her discomfort, Usher rushed to provide her with a drink, splashing his hooch into a cup and thrusting it her way. "Sorry love, here..." he said aimiably. Again she accepted gratefully, not having much choice in the matter. She gulped down the stong liquor, washing down the bread in the process before wiping her mouth. While the liquid caused her lips to burn slightly, it went down much more easily than yesterday. Perhaps this was a weaker batch, she thought.

Finally Usher took his seat opposite her, gulping down a mouthful himself before peering at Lisa intently. "So little lady... yer still here and you dont seem to want to split me belly." He let the words hang in the air for a long while, but eventually when Lisa failed to speak he continued. "You do recall the uhh... goings on last night, yes?"

This question Lisa couldn't ignore, her cheeks flushing red as she built up the courage to respond. "Yes... I do." She finally answered, hanging her head in shame.

"And yer not mad? You don't want to kill me for takin yer... you know..." Usher asked.

Lisa squirmed in her seat, unsure how to respond, unsure how she really felt about it all, again taking her time before answering. "I mean, I guess not. How can I be mad, really? I asked for it, begged you for it actually. You only did what I asked." The glow in her cheeks brightened slightly and Usher smirked to himself as he watched her squirm. "Good girl." he said kindly, before correcting himself. "No, woman... you're a woman now. Congratulations."

This was met with silence once more, so Usher spoke up again. "So about our arrangement... might I rightly assume you be wishing to stay?" Lisa nodded silently in response at which Usher clicked his tongue at her. "Now now, none of that... ya must speak yer wishes clearly so there be no misunderstandin', right? We went over this last night."