Of course Ben’s mind was really whirling by now, so captivated by lustful desire he could barely think. When this luscious, helpless creature indicated she was broke with no place to stay, he’d given her a one hundred dollar bill and told her not to tell anyone. “This’ll be the first secret we share together,” he’d said, slipping the money in her direction. As he hoped, this little doll had been quite impressed with his ‘donation’. Leaning toward him, with enticing devilment dancing in her eyes, she’d said it, “If yours was our first secret,” discretely flashing the folded green, “I’ve got an even better one for you.” She’d smiled her little girl charm and whispered a very exciting promise into his ear. “A girl would be willing to share some very naughty secrets with a man as generous as you are to his lady in need.” Was it just his imagination, the way ‘Sweet Thing’s’ hand brushed his leg, and then lingered so suspiciously near his lap? Fate had taken him away from one situation, one nearly landing him in jail, and now given him this? A man couldn’t be so lucky, could he? Still, with all the chips falling into place, he’d better play it cool. No matter how much a man wished for more, if he was to trigger a terrified reaction from some young girl over something she hadn’t intended at all, God, he couldn’t even imagine the deep shit he’d be in. “That ‘donation’ is just a little something to help you get by for a while, Allie. I feel sorry for a gorgeous little thing like you out in this ugly world with no one to look out for you.” Of course he didn’t make excuses about his erection, how he’d like to help Allie get rid of that yearning she had for her mother’s boyfriend. Just like his daughter, she was too young and he was too old. But she did promise she knew how to keep secrets, what other possible meaning could a girl have than what was implied? And all that talk about her former sex life, nothing shy and inhibited about little Allie, she practically came right out and said what she’d be willing, anxious even, to do. No doubt about this one and the plight she was in. Homeless, only the clothes in that backpack, if he played his cards right she was as good as his. The girl was broke, alone, and with no place to go. How old did she say she was? “It’s my gift to a sweet little girl who reminds me of my daughter, go ahead and take it. It’d be better keeping the ‘donation’ our secret, though. Some nosy person might get the idea I’m trying to do something inappropriate with an attractive, desirable young woman like you.” “Thank you so much, Mr. Abloz, Ben, I mean. I feel so safe with a nice man like you helping me. Of course No one else has to know a thing about our relationship, no matter what it is.”