Can You Hide Me?

Fbailey story number 508

NOTE: This is fiction. I have a lot respect for the Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, and the Girl Scouts. Their leaders are wonderful and give of themselves to help our young people grow up properly. Remember this is fiction.

Can You Hide Me?


Just after supper a half-naked woman came running into my kitchen through my back door screaming, “Can You Hide Me? Can You Hide Me? I can’t go to jail. They’ll kill me.”

I had never seen this lady before. However, for some reason I was willing to listen to her side of the story. I told her to calm down and to tell me what had happened.

She wanted me to turn out the lights and take her upstairs where there was less of a chance that someone would see her. I did as she requested.

I took her into my bathroom because it had a small window that was frosted and almost impossible to see through. I left the light out and sat on the edge of the bathtub as she sat on the toilet.

She introduced herself as Cindy Owens the local Cub Scout Leader. Then she told me about having oral sex with one of the Cub Scouts four weeks ago. Somehow he had gotten a hold of naked pictures of her and he had blackmailed her into sucking his tiny cock. She told me that he quickly told the other boys and that she starting giving all of the little guys blowjobs three weeks ago. That wasn’t enough for them so they started fucking her every week since then. She said that if she didn’t let them, that they were going tell their parents. So for the last two weeks they had come over to her house almost every day after school to fuck her. She called them a bunch of tiny sexual terrorists. Anyway that night near the end of their Cub Scout meeting one mother showed up early and peeked in her window to see a boy fucking her. It was the woman’s own son. She burst in, grabbed the naked boy by the neck, and then pulled him off from her. Of course being the adult it was all her fault.

Cindy sobbed and said, “If you let me stay here out of sight, I’ll do anything that you want me too. I would rather be imprisoned here with you for three months instead of in jail for years. I’m the victim here, not those little bastards. It’s just until things settle down enough to let me get away and start over somewhere with a new life.”

I took a good look at her. All she had on was her Cub Scout Leader shirt and it wasn’t buttoned. She was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, she was quite pretty, and she certainly had a great looking body. I on the other hand was recently retired and well into my sixties.

I said, “Okay, I believe you. Now what can we do to correct this situation?”

Cindy said, “Nothing. I had a school teacher friend that was in the same situation last year and she is the state prison now doing ten to fifteen.”

She looked me right in the eyes and said, “I picked you out.