Court Records Chapter Two

REVELATION


Hope against hope, Clem quietly descended the staircase. Would the call and his movement have awakened her?
To his joy, she appeared to still be sleeping soundly.
Sarah had turned a little. Her legs were together, but she had turned her upper body such that her top now faced his easy chair. Her white blouse had fallen open completely, revealing even more of the satin camisole. It was a beautiful pose. It reminded Clem of a painting he had seen years ago in a museum.
Clem slid into his old chair. His mind racing as he tried to comprehend this unbelievable situation he was in. Sarah was breathing steadily and with each breath her young body moved quietly; she was a study in beauty and temptation.
Time passed. Clem sat very still thinking what it would be like to have the affection of a woman once again. This was a young woman, very beautiful, but young; however plenty old enough to stir his male hormones to the boiling point. Sexual desire, long denied, now coursed through him. He admitted to himself he was thinking of those things he should not. He had to be responsible. He had to get under control. He was exhausted.
He shut his eyes ostensible to think things through, but he dozed.
Sometime later Clem was awakened by movement. He opened his eyes to see Sarah sitting upright on the edge of the daybed facing him and looking directly into his eyes. The window behind her now framed early evening shadows and dark clouds.
“Hello sleepy head”
Clem offered in a subdued tone as not to scare.
“Hi!”
She acknowledged wiping at the eyes with the back of her hand.
Clem rose and moved over to sit on the edge of daybed. He was amazed that she made no effort to move away, to cover up, and to button her blouse or skirt. She simply turned toward him,
“Wow, how long have I been sleeping; it is getting late. What’s your name?”
She asked one question after another.
“Clem! Mr. Clem Warren.”
He offered.
Well what am I going to call you?
She asked rhetorically,
“Mr. Clem I guess.”
He replied softly.
With that a quiet back and forth conversation began. Clem was impressed and flattered. Impressed with her mature comments and questions; she was clearly used to being around adults. Flattered by her interest in him and what he did out here in the country.
The conversation was very disarming. His emotions were firmly back under control. She was a delightful young lady. How could he have lost control the way he did a few minutes ago? The way she looked at him and took interest in what he said made her a joyful intrusion into his day. He would do the right thing for sure,
“Hey Sarah Wanewrite, it’s been fun talking to you but we have got to get you on your way home.”
He was kicking himself for his earlier lack of control, but as she turned toward him to speak, sexual red flags once again flew; she was way too cute, way young and way too vulnerable.
To his dismay she complete avoided the subject. She only looked at him and asked more questions,
“What do you do here? I smell apples everywhere, do you farm apples?”
He had to answer her questions. She was charming and so interesting to talk too.
It was clear she was in no hurry to leave. She seemed flattered by his attention. She was curious about him.
As the conversation continued, however, Clem became more and more concerned. This young nymph sat beside him chatting like a grown woman without making any effort to close and button her blouse, get out of his house, and get on her way home.
Could she be a plant, placed by misguided law enforcement? Clem lived the life of a recluse for several reasons; one of them was a constant fear of a reoccurrence with the law. He had a record. He was certain there were some in local law enforcement that thought he was still a threat and wanted him out of their jurisdiction.
It was all so strange. Was she real? She seemed so worldly for someone her age, not the least bit concerned about being alone with him in his house. Didn’t she know how attractive she was, how sensual she looked to an old man just sitting there?
Then another scary thought crossed his mind. He could be in deep trouble if she thought for a moment he was trying to keep her from leaving. Imprisonment is a felony and he knew the meaning and penalty for felony.
Everything logical was screaming “get her out of here!”
“Well, not that I want to my love, but we better get you on your way!”
He tried his best to look stern.
She looked at him strangely.
“Where is your bathroom? I really need to go.”
That was all she said. His mind was such a jumble of concerns about this and all she wanted to do was to go to the bathroom!
He pointed. She stood, casually buttoned the waist band of her skirt, straightened it and went back the hall toward the bathroom.
Did she know how sensual she looked as she walked away? Did she, even for a moment question how her things had come undone? Why did she leave her blouse unbuttoned and open?
Clem sat stunned. What in the world was she thinking? Why wasn’t she scared silly and anxious to get on her way home? His head was overrun with questions.
Sarah soon returned still unbuttoned as before. Clem was dumbfounded. This young, beautiful creature seemed to have no desire to cover up, no desire to leave, and no concerns about being alone with an old man like him. What was she up to?
His sense of responsibility swept over him again. He stood up to meet her coming into the living room. He led the way straight out the front door on to the porch. He was heading down the steps to continue right on toward the front garage when Sarah hesitated,
“Where are we going? You are not going to make me head home now. It is getting dark and it looks like it is going to storm. I cannot ride all the way back up that gravel road at night. My bike doesn’t even have a light.”
Her look melted his heart.
What a dilemma. Clem knew she was right. The evening appeared dark and threatening now that he had stepped out onto the old porch. What was he to do with her? He for sure could not have her call anyone from here this late. He was far too smart to have his phone number in any way connected with her being gone so long. Also he could not allow someone to come here to pick her up. They would then realize he had spent all this time with her dressed like this. For the same reasons he could not drive her home…seduction is all someone would see.
This was getting more confusing by the minute. Harry had said he was coming over around nine or so. It was already eight.
This story of this young nymph had been something he wanted to share with Harry when she first arrived; but now she was no longer a story to be shared and joked about. She had become a precious, naïve, young woman he wanted to protect and get home safely, but he certainly wanted no one to know she had ever been here. Her safe return was most important, but staying out of trouble was a close second.
When it came to the law he had a deep conviction to avoid any trouble what so ever. He knew there is only trouble if it became known he was harboring a young woman of this age. He had his run in with the law earlier in life and vowed to stay absolutely clear of any legal complications for ever more. This had to be handled very discretely. He had to steer clear of trouble.
“Listen Sarah, you have to help me do something. I have enjoyed talking with you, but I would be in so much trouble if your parents or anyone else knew you were here. You are a beautiful young lady and I need to get you back where you belong, and you need to help me find a way to get you back there such that no one knows about your every being here. Understand?”
Sarah looked at him and smiled,
“Yes Mr. Clem, I understand. I read a lot of books. You would be in a peck of trouble if someone knew I was here. You want me out of here right now at any cost…up the road…out of your life…and forgotten. The problem is I can’t think of a way to do that. It is getting late and dark. I can’t ride home in the dark. I really don’t have anyone to call to come and get me and beside all that, I like being here with you.”
Clem became aware of his very unwanted erection. This was too much. She had to be a plant. The sheriff was going to be here any minute…life for Mr. Warren.
“What in the world do you mean? Surely you have parents who are getting very anxious to see you and know that you are safe. Do they work? Have they been gone all day? When were you supposed to be back from your bike ride?”
“Mr. Clem, no one knows I went on a bike ride and no one cares much about where I am. My mom and dad are divorced and my mom lives in South America. She does not talk to me anymore since she moved. My dad goes to Europe and the Far East on business; he in Hong Kong now with a new lady friend that moved in with us. She wants me to call her mom, but that is just for show. She was supposed to take me to music camp this morning and I guess she forgot last night while she was begging to go on the trip with dad. They left and no one was told to take me to camp, so I pulled my big bags into the old milk house and found that old bike to ride.