She doesn't know what to do

“I don’t know, Mr. P.” The helplessness in Alison’s voice is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. If I am going to put this plan in action, there will never be a better time to take advantage of my tenant’s **** situation.

“Alison,” I murmur softly into her sweet-smelling hair when her sobbing slowly subsides. “I have a suggestion about how we can settle the account for last month’s rent.” It takes her a minute to understand what I’m saying, but when she does she pulls back so she can see my face.”

“You mean it Mr. P?” Her tear-streaked face breaks into the beautiful smile I’ve been missing these past few days. “I'll do anything!” Alison takes your hand in hers and squeezes it fiercely.

“Good, because I was thinking that there is something you could help me out right here in the house.” Alison nods eagerly, but before I tell her what I have in mind I remind her of my house rule. “I want you to remember that this is a 'no judgement house,' can you do that?”

“Of course, Mr. P” Her eyes are wide with excitement. “But what can I do? You already cook, clean and do your own laundry way better than I ever could.” It is true. I have always been a little compulsive about my home; even before Fran was killed I did almost all the cooking and housework myself.

“There is one thing that I can't do on my own.” I chuckle good-naturedly at her confusion and I take her chin in my hand; it isn't until I gently kiss her soft lips that she finally understands what I am suggesting.

“Mr. Patterson!” She pulls away, her chest heaving. The way her breasts push upward against the thin fabric of her knit top only adds to my determination to carry through with this plan. “You have no right!” I am breathing hard myself as I reflect on how sweet her lips had felt fluttering in surprise beneath mine.

“Well Alison, I have some right.” I remind her firmly, “You still haven’t given me September’s rent.” She bites her lower lip between her teeth and shakes her head slowly sending making her hair move in soft waves across her shoulders. “And now you are more than a week late with October’s rent.”

“Mr. P, I told you - I’ll get you the money.” She wipes her cheek with the back of her hand and sits up straighter. “I was brought up to believe in paying my debts, and I will.” With her doe-eyes and stiff posture Alison looks a little like a rabbit caught in a trap; I realize that she is still speaking “... looking for a waitressing job again tomorrow, and I’ll get you the money I owe - with interest.” I don’t have the heart to tell her that it is not her money that I am after.

“I’ve already given you time, Honey.” I reminder her gently. “You’ve been living here rent free now for almost six weeks. I think it’s time that I start getting something out of this arrangement, don’t you?” I want desperately to pull her into my arms again and kiss her until she surrenders, but I keep my hands at my sides. This restraint on my part is about to pay off in a big way, because I see her shoulders slump in defeat.

“What would I have to do, Mr. P?” She asks in a breathy whisper, her eyes staring at where her hands twist together on her lap.

“Relax, Sweetie, I’m not going to **** you.” This time I do pat her leg lightly, the silky softness of her skin just above her knee is as warm and smooth as I imagined. “But that kiss was nice, maybe we could do that again?” Compared to what she might have been expecting, my asking for a kiss must come as a relief and her head nods in silent agreement.

“Is that all I’d have to do?" She asks suspiciously, “let you kiss me?” Her beautiful eyes search mine looking for a reason to believe that I’m still the nice old widower she thought she knew.

“For now, Alison.” I do my best to hide the excitement I’m feeling, if she could see all the perverse things I wanted to do with her sweet young body I’d lose her for sure. “Let’s say, that until your rent is paid, that I get to spend some time with you like this each evening before I send you safely off to bed.”

“I guess, Mr. P, if that’s what you want...” I’m a rotten bastard, I'll admit it but this is too good to pass up on. Her body stiffens slightly as I pull her into my arms, but she allows me to pick up just where we left off. This kiss is longer and firmer than the first one, and the way her body softens against mine as I hold her tight encourages me to try a little tongue. A single soft whimper as slip it between her teeth is the only objection and in no time at all her arms are wrapped around my neck and she is returning my kiss with all the enthusiasm I could hope for.

As much as I’d like to push things, I keep my hands to the ‘safe’ zones of her back, waist and neck and other than a few quick forays to the soft skin under her ears and temples, my lips stick mainly to her soft mouth. I did, one time bend her head back and lower my lips to taste the flesh of her throat. Judging by her moans and gasps this was territory that I would definitely be returning to, but I slowly kissed my way back to her mouth and contented myself with her eager response.

I end the kiss well before either one of us is satisfied. Once again, I marvel at Dick’s ability to come and go in twenty minutes. I could spend twice that time just kissing this beauty, not to mention the time I plan to spend doing all the other wicked things to this sweet young woman’s responsive body.

“Is that it?” Alison’s big eyes slowly focus on me as I move back to my chair and pick up the TV remote. It may be my male arrogance, but I’m pretty sure that this pretty preacher’s daughter from Tennessee had never been kissed like that before.

“That’s it, Honey.” I assure her, “I told you it wouldn’t be that bad.” The poor thing looks at me almost in shock, her chest heaving and her hands flutter in her lap. "Off you go." I dismiss her, "I'll expect you back on my couch tomorrow evening before you go to bed."