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firmly clamped together. How did you calculate damage? The girl was scared,
but she remained defiant. Jack slipped out his handipad and bottle and placed
them down on the low table, then sat.
He sighed. Can you put it back? Please.
Whatever had happened to the girl over the course of her young life had left
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its marks. Jack bore his own scars, but how did he measure them against what
he was seeing now? The way she had scrambled away from him was too quick a
response, too automatic. The world changed. Things supposedly got
better modern technology, society, enlightened civilization but still there
were people. Always there were people. And where there were people there were
the inevitable consequences. He didn t like to think about it, but faced with
it like this . . .
She nodded slowly, watching him hesitantly, still wary of his already faded
anger.
All right, he said. When you re ready. And when you ve done that, I think
there s something you might be able to help me with. Okay? If you re so good
with systems, then we can put it to some good use. I need to research the
Locality data banks. Do you think you can help me with that?
Yes, she said, relaxing a little, some of her belligerence and
self-confidence returning. Easy.
Good. You can start on it in the morning. For the moment we have to work out
the sleeping arrangements. I ve started growing you a new bed, but it won t be
ready till about halfway through the night. We need to work out where we re
going to sleep in the meantime. I guess tonight you can sleep on the couch. We
can work out what we re going to do with you over the next couple of days. I
don t want you out there on the streets alone.
I can look after myself.
Yeah, sure you can. For all her bravado, he could still see the fear and
tiredness in her face. What about those two at Pinpin s, eh? Whoever sent
them might have some idea that Pinpin Dan had someone staying with him. And
what if they come looking?
I can look after myself. This time the tone was not so self-assured.
Right.
He reached for the handipad, flipped it open, and started scanning his notes,
letting her get on with whatever she was going to do. He watched her
surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye as she stood close to the wall,
giving his apartment s systems the commands that would restore his access,
talking in low tones so he couldn t overhear. It was funny she could have
stood anywhere in the room to give the commands, but there she was, huddled
secretively against the wall. He did the same thing. Well, let her have her
little secrets for now. He wasn t going to press it.
He was drifting in that muzzy half-aware state, floating, warm. Soft, smooth
skin, warm pressure across his abdomen, sliding across his belly. Fingers
fumbled with his pajamas, loosening the ties. Fingers raking gently through
the hair, tightly curled at his crotch. Fingers lightly encircling the base of
his penis, gentle pressure, then motion. He felt himself responding, his penis
growing hard within the touch. He made a low sound of pleasure deep in his
throat, and shifted slightly to give better access. The fingers touching the
underside of the shaft traced up, seeking the sensitive areas, lightly
stroking gentle touch of small fingers, small hand, arm circled around his
hip, cool skin pressing against him from behind. Small hand, small arm
What the fuck!
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He spun, grabbing the wrist tight, thrusting it from him.
Lights! Billie, what the hell are you doing!
He held her wrist tightly at arm s length. She sat there staring at him,
wincing with the pressure and looking at him with wide eyes, her lower lip
trembling. Her slim body pale, naked, her budding breasts tipped with pale
pink.
B-but I thought . . . Her voice trailed off and she bit her lip.
I don t care what the hell you thought. You don t do that. He thrust her
wrist away. She rubbed the wrist with her other hand, staring at him with wide
eyes. Jack bunched the covers and threw them at her.
Cover yourself.
His erection had faded. He pulled the remaining cover around himself and
stared at the girl. There was fear in her face, and something else lack of
comprehension. Moisture welled in her eyes.
Shit. What was he going to do with her? His mind tumbled with the
implications. Pinpin Dan? Maybe others. Who had taught her that? There had
been nothing clumsy about her touch, as if she d known exactly what she was
doing.
Listen, Billie, you don t do that. He tried to keep the feeling out of his
voice. He had hurt her. She was still massaging her wrist. Are you okay?
She barely nodded, her look now one of accusation.
Jack felt suddenly powerless. Billie, I didn t mean to hurt you. But you
don t do things . . . like that.
Why not?
Because I m nearly four times as old as you. Because you re a young girl.
Because . . . shit . . . it s just not right, that s all. Damn it! I could be
your father.
So what? she said, regaining some of that ever-present self-assurance. You
were the one who said it. You said we d work out the sleeping arrangements.
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