How It Started...How It's Going (Updated 10-18-24)

[gundam]

Challenge to myself to write a story about a mixed size borrower family as realistic as possible...

You want to hear a story about how I ended up with my wife? Too boring? Unlike most married men my wife is 3 1/2 inches tall. More interesting now isn't it? It's okay, you wouldn't be the first to react like that. We can joke about it now like that saying "how it started, how it's going". In truth though not all of it is funny. Forgive my morbid humor. Anyways, it's cliche but my wife started out as a childhood friend. And yes she was small even then. Tiny really but that's unavoidable when you're a borrower. Yes those little people you hear about now and then, some lived in my home. A traditional family of borrowers that preferred to live secretly under the floorboards not like the modern ones that live on those government reservations. No, the Smallwoods were "old school" like how the kids say now. Pop, Ma, and their daughter Lari. It was the summer of 2005 when I discovered them. I was a ten-year-old kid when my mom inherited my grandma's home in Ipswich Massachusetts. My father bailed on us years ago so that just left me and mom. We moved from our cramped apartment in Boston to this little town right after school let out. At the time we had no idea that borrowers were living there.

A month had passed when mom began to suspect we weren't alone in the house. She thought it was mice as half eaten cookies, potato chips, and spilled candy were found on the table. I should've known it wasn't mice when a strip of bacon went missing. What mouse eats crispy bacon? Anyways, mom set up traps which didn't catch a damn thing. The evidence of food did quickly die off though. But one day I found something on the floor. Mom had spilled a little flour on the floor and tiny prints led away from it. Little half inch prints, two sets of them towards the back of the china cabinet. I didn't tell mom about it though. I began to suspect it was borrowers like I heard about in school. I read online that one way to catch them was to leave sticky clear glue on the trail they use to move around. I waited until mom left for work and set up my trap. Superglue and potato chips. I waited, and waited, and waited some more until I heard a sound. A squeaky panicked sound. I rushed from the living room as fast as I could and that's when I saw them...saw her. Lari.

She was so small. An inch and a half tall at most. She appeared to be my age and her little right foot was stuck fast to the floor. Her father tugging as hard as he could until he began trying to slip her shoe off. And that's when they saw me. She was terrified of me, stark terror, and her father more afraid for her than of me. "He...hello" I meekly said. The man frantically yanked on her shoe as I could see Lari tearing up. I began to realize how scared they really were. I mean I would be too looking up at a giant kid. "I'm not gonna hurt ya. I was just curious" I said down to them. They froze as I reached down. The father blocked me. "Please. Please don't hurt her. Just me bean" he said. "Bean?" I asked. "Human bean. Please don't squish her" he begged crying. I felt terrible seeing him cry and beg like that. "I'm just gonna help her free" I said. I had to be careful about it. Just a tiny mistake could break or even crush a bone. Two fingers held her tiny leg barely thicker than a matchstick. Fingernails pulling and slipping her shoe off. Her tugging made her lurch forward right into my hand.

Holding her felt exhilarating but in some weird way warm how you hold a pet mouse or hamster for the first time. That feeling not of power but humble restraint. A gentleness and respect. And yes I thought she was cute. Long brown hair the color of an almond. Hazel eyes still scared of me. White but kinda smudged from the dust in the house. Her clothes were ragtag at best. Shirt from a torn piece of shirt mom was throwing out some time earlier. Pants made of tougher cloth. And shoes closer to boots hand stitched leather from strips of one of grandma's old shoes. "I'm Lucas. What's your name?" I asked. "LARI!" she blurted out. She clamped her hand over her mouth as if she said a bad word. I laughed. "Nice to meet you" I said grinning. I placed her back on the floor and her father rushed over to her. "Umm...if you're hungry you don't have to eat stuff off the floor" I said digging into a potato chip bag and handing them both a few chips. They stared at me stunned. "Go! Go" her father said pushing her. And off they disappeared behind the china cabinet. And for a solid month I didn't see them again. Lari told me later on that they were debating whether to move away but they decided to wait and see if mom, me, or someone would try to hunt them out.

Oh, they were watching me alright. They began to come out when mom wasn't home, and I was alone. And when I heard them moving around (as I got used to this faint tapping sound) I would give them food or whatever they needed. Lari, like most kids, was out growing her clothes. New leather for shoes. An old shirt, a sock, whatever they needed. But always timid around me. Never fully trusting me until one night I was woken up with a tapping on my cheek. It was Lari's mother. First time I ever met her. 26 years old as I found out later and looked like an older version of Lari. She was frightened in more ways than one. Lari was sick with a high fever. Her mother had come to me asking for medicine. They knew "beans" had medicine that could help her but also knew from experience that medicines could be poison as well. She and her husband had deeply argued about asking me for some due to that fact. They look just like us but that doesn't mean their bodies behave like ours. She had won the argument when Lari was passing out in bed.

I was just as scared as they were. I liked Lari. In my childish way I loved her. And here I was sneaking down to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get Tylenol. A drug harmless to me but possibly deadly to her. I gave her mom the pill and told her to give the smallest amount she could. Two days, two long days passed, and Lari came to me. I was so happy she was okay I plucked her off the floor like she was a toy. Kinda scared her but she saw how happy I was.

And that's how it started.

Years passed and we were both 16. Things had drastically changed since then. Mom knew about them but understood how I felt. Turns out she was a supporter of borrower rights and welcomed the Smallwood family. Me and Lari were closer than ever. Hanging with her. Teaching her stuff I learned in school. Laughing at one another's jokes. Movies, tv, mobile games. Lari can dance her little butt off on Dance Dance Revolution. Those tiny bare feet slipping and stomping my phone screen cracks me up even now. Her parents completely trusted me by that point but some things just didn't...work for them. And that was how me and Lari felt about each other. Neither party could blame the other. They understood that we were teenagers with feelings...yeah those feelings especially. And those grew over time. And I couldn't blame them about wanting Lari to wed a borrower.

See, certain things I learned about them over the years was their biology (which I read online) and their traditions. When borrowers come of age around 14, their bodies change drastically. Similar to humans but quirkier. Females enter heat once a month and are energetic and frisky. Explained why Lari was so full of energy around the same time of the month. They sweat more which embarrassed Lari to no end especially when she took off her tiny shoes. And they develop faster than us. They say online it's an evolutionary trait to survive. Breed as many kids as possible early. Not so different from humans a long time ago. Which leads right up to the second issue. Borrowers tend to look for a mate around 14 and marry no later than 16. Lari was 16, single, and had no kids. Ma and Pop wanted grandkids. Lari said she didn't mind not having them and that did NOT go over well with her parents. But I told her one day she may change her mind. And what I did next broke her heart. I petitioned the Borrower Welfare Service for an eligible male borrower she could marry. Years earlier I registered them with the BWS due to laws. And now, they were looking for a guy to marry the girl I loved. God I felt like a tool.

Kari turned down each one until I was 18 and going off to college. Holding out for me wasn't going to work anymore. Just before going off to Boston University, Lari married a guy named Chad. Yeah, should've figured something was up with that name but I'm getting ahead of myself. Three years older than her, developed, slightly tall for a borrower. He was not sold on living in the house away from his cushy pad from the reservation. Me and mom bought an expensive fully functional dollhouse just for them as a wedding gift and placed it in one of the rooms. Suddenly he was all for moving in. It didn't take long for Lari to get pregnant and have a daughter of her own. Kori after her mother. I would visit from college every other weekend as Boston was only a half hour drive away. Chad quickly grew resentful of the attention Lari gave me. She even let me hold her baby which was barely the side of a pea. Now that's trust. It wasn't long after things began to go south. I didn't notice at first and I should've. Lari says not to blame myself, but I do. She would walk with a limp sometimes. Flinch when I raised my voice. Sometimes not look at me and this went on for the next four years until I graduated from college and moved back.

God I remember that day. Mom was at work and so was I. Her parents had moved to the reservation some years back. By chance, my boss said I could leave early, and I did. I got home a few hours early. I had in my hand some treats I was going to share with them. First thing I noticed was Kori playing on the floor of the room where the dollhouse they lived in was. Fun fact, if you live with borrowers you learn to look down when you walk. "Why are you out here?" I asked bending down. "Mommy said to play outside for a while" she replied shrugging. It was a strange thing to say to a barely five-year-old borrower. There was nothing dangerous in the room but still. A little concerned, I gripped the roof and pulled it out. I had caught him. I had caught Chad right in the middle of hitting Lari. They both looked up at me. Chad annoyed then suddenly afraid. And Lari, a mix of fear, shame, and helplessness. I immediately yanked Chad up so fast his shoes fell off. Overturning his work desk (he was in house tech support) and bringing him to my face. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked coldly. He demanded I put him down. I looked down at Lari. "How long?" I asked. He didn't answer. "I SAID HOW LONG!" I yelled. I felt a wetness. The bastard pissed himself.

My rage boiled over as I began to squeeze. His breath left his body. His bones creaked. "Please...don't kill me" he gasped. "Unca Lucas?" Kori asked from the floor. I had forgotten about her. I leaned back over to Lari. "Did he touch her?" I asked. She shook her head. I glared at Chad. "I didn't I swear" he groaned. I stopped squeezing him. "The only reason I don't crush you like a fucking used Kleenex is because of Kori. Pack your shit. You're leaving tonight" I said dropping him back into the house. I asked Kori if she could keep playing by herself and she nodded. I picked up Lari and took her with me to the living room. I immediately called BWS and told them what happened. Lari gave them a statement and they said they would take him back to the reservation to face justice there. Three hours later they arrived, took pictures, and left with Chad. Kori sat in the living room watching cartoons as I tended to Lari. I don't wish to be gruesome, but I say these things because I need to. Lari says I still shoulder the guilt and need to talk about it.

Bloody nose, blackened eye, cut lip. Bruises on her left arm. It could've been worse. It would've been worse if I hadn't come home when I did. Lari caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror and cried. It had been a long time since I heard her cry so hard. I just sat there petting her with my thumb until she calmed down. And then watched her put on makeup to hide it from Kori. It's things like this I remember when assholes tell me borrowers have it easy. That they don't suffer the same problems we do. THEY DO. Even worse but they don't see that. They don't see the Lari's out there.

Sorry I'm getting sidetracked. That night Lari and Kori slept with me. I quickly learned that Lari was having nightmares, and we'd end up watching something random on Netflix at 2am. We grew close again and by the time Kori turned six, Lari and I were a couple. Chad really never came back into the picture not even for his daughter. And I want to say fine by me, but it hurt Kori really bad especially during her sixth birthday. And so, we had to sit her down and tell her why her daddy left. She was quiet about it and only asked questions when she grew older. As for Lari and me, well we had some fun for my 25th birthday. Kori was with her grandparents for the summer and me and Lari had been drinking after my birthday dinner. So I had gotten this oversized cupcake we could enjoy. Lemon with French vanilla frosting. Lari is dancing around and suddenly falls gave first into the cupcake. She's so wasted she began making snow angels in the frosting. She she's covered in frosting head to toe as I pull her free. Her clothes were just ruined but were laughing. I gave her this grin as I plucked her from the table and began licking her all over. Her legs are now in my mouth. I can feel the soles of her feet pushing on my back teeth. Her legs spread open as the tip of my tongue finds her tiny pussy. "Eat me! Please Luccie (her name for me)...fuckin' eat me!" she moans as I can taste her. She lets out this funny chirp as she cums in my mouth. I let go and she is panting in my hand.

I took her to the bedroom and we're both naked soon after. Now I won't kid you, we had sex before. I mean we were teens so go figure right? Well, this time there wasn't the awkwardness to it. We both wanted each other beyond the body. Lari was literally worshipping my cock. Her breasts rubbing my shaft. Her tiny feet pressed into my balls. And when I felt myself about to blow I picked her up and held her pussy right on my cockhead and let loose. I had done it. I came inside my cute little borrower. And not so romantically passed out five minutes later. Poor Lari was caked in dry frosting and semen when she woke up. Evidence of what we did. We both agreed we wanted it so no regrets. Every night that summer we had sex. Every night. But I'll let you in on a secret. It wasn't the sex I enjoyed the most. It was the little things. Taking her to restaurants with me without caring about the dirty looks I got. Telling each other jokes at 1 am. Popcorn fights during movies and yes she has a mean throw even for something bigger than her head. Painting her toenails for her which isn't easy seeing her toes are the size of uncooked grains of rice. I'm not ashamed to admit it but Lari gave me a foot fetish. She has some embarrassment about her feet. She thinks they're too big (half inch), they sweat a lot when she's in heat, and her toes are too long. You should see her blush when I lick her feet. I love teasing that tiny woman. And of course, Lari is a package deal namely Kori. By this time, Kori was calling me dad instead of uncle which was fine by me. I loved her like a dad. Worried like one too as she took after her mother in her tomboyish ways. Always exploring the inner workings of the house and coming home caked in dust bunnies. But she had her girly side too. Liked Disney princesses. Insisted on me painting her nails too. Loved my mom and called her grandma. And we can't forget about tea parties. And then on Christmas Eve I gave Lari a very special gift. An engagement ring.

She tackled me to the floor if you can believe it. Hugging my nose and crying. She laughed when I asked her if that meant yes. I remember our wedding day for more than the obvious reason. We decided to have it at the Greenwood reservation where her parents lived now. Greenwood...which is a better name than Reservation #27 reminds me of what that community from that "Downsizing" movie looked like. Better dollhouse so than I've ever seen. Six-inch-long cars and trucks moving about. Hospitals, schools, even a worship center. Certain rules and regulations had to be upheld while one was there though. Soft soled shoes only. Sober, had to pass a background check, those kind of things. Lari was feeling under the weather which at the time we thought was either nerves or a spring cold. Kori looked so cute in her flower girl dress. Pops looked FAR happier during this ceremony than the last one. And Ma was a crying happy mess telling me we should've married from the beginning. Lari, she wore the most beautiful silk white dress I'd ever seen. Her hair curled, barefoot which I found peculiar but didn't say anything, and rose petals literally woven into a kind of belt. In case you were wondering, no she didn't wear anything this elaborate when she married Chad. The same Chad who was not invited to this. We invited everyone else. Darth Vader, the shark from Jaws, the Cookie Monster, anyone was invited except that asshole.

Kori was the first to enter tossing cherry petals on the floor, then came Lari with her father. I swear my heart skipped a beat seeing her enter. As she approached, I remembered when I first met her. That small tiny girl in my hands so scared of me. And now, years later I was marrying her. I was so nervous I stuttered my vows. And when it came time to kiss my bride, I lowered my hand down. Her tiny bare feet sinking into my hand as she stepped into it. Her pretty eyes looking up at the giant she had loved for so long. Bringing her up to my face and kissing her. A moment in time that felt too soon to end and an eternity in my heart.

The party was pretty lit. Borrowers can throw down. Drinking, dancing, eating. We didn't have sex on our wedding night. Lari felt way too tired which I could understand. No matter as we were planning on going to Miami for our honeymoon. But early the next morning she was puking her guts out. Concerned, we went to the hospital and sat in a special room big enough for humans. They took blood and urine samples. Blood pressure and temperature. Lari in her hospital gown was cold so I held her with Kori in my hands. And the borrower Doctor (yes there are borrowers who are doctors) came back to tell us what was wrong with her.

"Congrats. You're pregnant" she said.

You could hear a mouse piss on cotton in that room. "But...but I thought humans can't get Borrowers pregnant" I said. "Not impossible. Just very uncommon. About 1 out of 1000 chance. Technically borrowers and humans share the same chromosome count and blood types. It's just a few genes that make us different. In most cases when it's not expected, well you're a smart man" she said not wanting to say it out loud with Kori with us. Yeah, holding Lari to my cockhead and cumming eventually made her pregnant. The doctor gave us pamphlets for us to read. What concerned us all was human/borrower pregnancies are tricky. Here's the thing about borrower pregnancies. One, they go through it damn fast. Humans it's nine months. Borrowers it's two and a half months. Two, they're VORACIOUS EATERS. Borrowers have natural high metabolisms to begin with and when a baby is in the oven they can eat 12 times a day, easily. They sweat more, more sensitive to smells, hearing is better, and whoo the sex drive. Lari was horny all the time the first time she was pregnant with Kori. When Chad had no time for her, Lari would take every chance to snuggle with me. Now that's for normal borrower pregnancies which this isn't. First thing is the baby will be bigger which means more strain on Lari. Dangerous strain as in her heart. And two she'll eat even more. She's going to be tired a lot. Horny a lot. And hungry a lot.

Don't get me wrong, I was happy as a clam hearing I'd be a real dad. Mom was ecstatic and concerned. Lari had fantasized about us having a baby since she was 16. And Kori was excited to be a big sister. Luckily, I had had ample vacation time saved I could use in the last month of the pregnancy. Lari began to show two and a half weeks into it. I stopped wearing body spray because she didn't like the smell. She preferred my natural scent as she put it. She would eat and go to the bathroom almost every hour. Cranky in the morning and cuddly at night. I took off work in early May when she got just past midway around three and a half weeks. By then she was VERY pregnant and was told she would get bigger. Poor girl cried saying she was fat and ugly. I would hold her close and tell her she's as beautiful as she was the first day we met. They weren't kidding about her sex drive, but I didn't know it would change me too.

Lari didn't have to ask for sex or kinky play. More than half the time I was the one starting it. After Kori went to bed we'd be alone and would pick her up. Since getting pregnant she had this sweet smell on her. Kissing her baby belly, licking it, nuzzling it. She even tasted better. I'm embarrassed to admit it but for a brief moment I wanted to eat her. I mean she tasted so fucking good. And when she said her breasts were swollen and sore I suck them and drink her milk. Kiss, lick, and suck on her swollen feet. That whimper and delicious juices when she came on my tongue made me cum every time. And I thought I was freaky until she began eating my cum. I have no idea if that's normal and I'm too embarrassed to ask. Needless to say, we had a very active sex life even then. And when the due date slowly approached, Lari would sleep more but thankfully no medical issues. Our son, Nathan, was born on May 26, 2021.

It happens to all fathers. That moment of joy and fear rolled into one. That moment you first hold your newborn baby. Praying to yourself "please don't let me drop him/her". Now imagine that fear when your son is barely a centimeter big. I was terrified to even touch him. Big sister Kori to the rescue as she placed Nathan into my cupped hand. I didn't dare move. Just staring at the teeny tiny life, I helped create moving around slightly as his two-hour old eyes looked up at me. Ma and Pop bickered at whose turn it was to hold him. Mom was like me, terrified to hold him until Lari placed him in her hand. For the first six months we traveled back and forth to the pediatrician in Greenwood. Nathan was breastfed till around four months. If you were curious, borrowers tend to breastfeed their babies for about a year for a variety of reasons. Immunity, ease of food, bonding. We had no choice but to wean him off as Lari couldn't keep up milk production. Nathan was a HUNGRY baby. Fortunately, it wasn't hard switching him to formula and baby food not long after. During his one-year checkup, it was clear Nathan was half human. He was a full quarter centimeter taller than average. The pediatrician told us he could easily be four inches tall by the age of 16. At 14 months, he began to walk. I still have the picture of him holding onto the tip of my finger as he toddled. Was he ever scared of me you ask? Nope. He knew I was his daddy and would grin and smile when I came home from work. I'm very thankful for that. By the time he was two years old he was saying simple words and being potty trained like any other toddler. Just a very small one that liked to nap in my hand. Kori loved playing with him and thankfully helped us have alone time with me and Lari. Being married and having kids didn't damper our sex life as one would expect. Sure, it slowed down, but we still found time for it. My favorite was surprising her when he least expected it.

Washing borrower sized dishes, she didn't sense me stalking her. Licking my lips as my delicious looking prey had her back turned. Then snatching her right up and bringing her to my face. Sometimes she'd fight me for laughs like she was Fay Ray and me King Kong. Pulling her little socks off her warm little feet. Her squirming and wriggling as I sucked on her feet. She whimpered as I pulled her tee shirt off and began kissing her stomach. Lari would coo as I sucked her bigger since being pregnant tits. Seriously, her tits are damn near twice their size since having Nathan. Getting her off sucking on her yummy little pussy and her tiny fists beating on my upper lip as she cums. And after she's cleaned and dressed, I look into her eyes and tell her how much I love her. Other couples may play it off saying "I know that" but she never does. She knows what we've been through. How hard it was to get where we are. Sometimes, though rare it is, she has those old nightmares. And I do what I did then. Netflix and cuddles. Same for me too. Yes I have nightmares. Mostly they deal with stepping on her or the kids. Holding them too tight. One where Kori fell into my cereal bowl, and I ate her. Scared the crap out of Lari waking up screaming. I kinda blame myself for that one as I was watching Honey I Shrunk the Kids earlier that afternoon. What's my point in telling you this part? My point is being in a relationship with a borrower is a deeper commitment than with humans. Let me make this clear. IT WILL CHANGE YOU. How you look at sex, intimacy, hygiene, parenting, walking, even looking at everyday things and chores. And the future. Oh yeah, how you think about the future.

Right now, it's April 25, 2024. Nathan is almost three years old. Kori just turned 9 and is attending a virtual school. Lari is thinking about another baby but right now I'm concerned with what's on tv. I'm watching C-SPAN and there's a historic bill being voted on in congress. The Borrower Civil Rights Act. It would make borrowers fully equal in the law and automatically American citizens. Before they were granted only the most basic rights. This would change everything. Integrated schools, jobs, the military, voting rights, just to name a few. Kori could attend Ipswich Elementary school next September. But would they be a good thing? It's the question that leads right to the issue being debated against the act. Equal rights mean equal justice. No more slaps on the wrist for killing a borrower. Now real prison time, civil suits, or both. And how would that work in a school? Kids are mean little assholes. Clumsy, mean and under the age of being tired as an adult. So how would you handle a kid accidentally squishing yours? And that is what frightens me as I don't have an answer and neither do they on tv. The right thing with very big consequences looming in the background. The bill passed by supermajority but it's clear some aren't sold on this for their own reasons. Nearly a third said no.

But in any event it's passed, and as history was made Lari climbs up onto my lap and up to my shoulder. "They really passed it" she whispered. "Yeah they did. Things are gonna change for good and bad" I said before taking a sip of beer. "Sometimes good things come from the bad. Look at us" she said. "True and I hope that's all it is" I say before kissing her.

[DocRick]

[Rusco57]

Good story. Will there be an eventual sequal?

[gundam]

Good story. Will there be an eventual sequal?

I wasn't planning on it but I guess I will

[Rusco57]

Well I , for one, will look forward to that!!

[DocRick]

For safety reasons, borrowers would probably need segregated schools, at least until high school, overseen by a bean administrator, maybe with bean and borrower teachers.

[gundam]

Continued due to popular demand...

She knows the odds are against her. Her tiny heart pounding. Watching him from cover. "Kori I will find you. And when I do I'm gonna eat ya" her father said licking his lips. Her heart skips a beat as his head turns in her direction. She holds her breath for a moment until he turns and crawls away. Her weapon in hand, the only defense against the giant human hunting her. The cold metal under her bare feet buckles ever so slightly. She pauses hoping he didn't hear it. The human keeps crawling away, and she sighs in relief. She crawls out of her hiding place seeing he's too far way for her to get a killing blow. However, the sofa nearby is long enough to get her into position. It's risky as it’s a decent length away. Taking deep breath, she bolts. Her tiny feet slapping against the wood table as she sprints and jumps as hard as she can. The minuscule air blows through her black hair. She makes it barely scrambling up the edge of the sofa cushion. She needs to be quiet now. She knows her father has excellent hearing. Skulking across the cushions she sees the nape of his neck and shoulder. Her target. The only way she can stop him. She readies her weapon groping it tightly. She pauses and waits for him to straighten his head as if she misses it's game over. "There!" she thinks and leaps. He feels her immediately and her weapon poking the side of his neck.

"You're dead!" she yells. "Yeah yeah you win" I sighed plucking her from my shoulder. I'm proud of Kori getting the best of me. "Two in a row now. You're getting better. Where were you hiding this time?" I asked. "Nuh uh. Not telling" she said grinning. "I know ways to make you talk" I growl before launching a tickle attack. "Mom help!" Kori squeals. "I swear. Only you two can turn a game of hide and sneak into a blood sport" Lari said walking towards us. "Aww, it's only just some pretend. Burns off that tomboy energy, keeps her in shape, and she can practice self-defense" I said. "I take you'll be doing this with Nathan too?" she asked. "In a few years yeah. Come on, how old were you when your dad taught you self-defense?" I asked. "Alright around her age but that was about mice and bugs and stuff. You keep the place a lot cleaner than your grandma did" Lari said. "You wanna try your luck?" I asked. "Please. I'm too old for that" she replied. "You're only 26 or are you worried your daughter is going to show you up?" I asked grinning. "Tomorrow. High noon" she said glaring at me.

I place Kori on the sofa and turn my attention to Nathan sitting nearby. "You watching Blue's Clues?" I asked him. He quietly nods. I lean forward and kiss the back of his head. He glances up at his giant daddy with a smile before watching tv again. "Did you get a chance to talk to Ms. Witherspoon?" Lari asked. I remember back to an hour ago...

Lari, like a few other borrower kids attend virtual school. Thankfully, the program was already well in place for kids like Kori not living in a reservation due to covid distance learning. The Borrower Welfare Services had no problem sending Kori the scaled down school supplies needed, and the textbooks were digital. Kori felt like being a bum this morning and stayed in her pajamas. Looking like a pink marshmallow pressing the space bar with her foot to turn a textbook page. She's smart as whip though and does her homework without too much nagging by us. But God is she so relieved when class is done for the day hence games like this now. Anyways, what Lari was referring to was asking Kori's teacher about actual attendance at school. Last month congress passed the Borrower Rights Act which made equal treatment in this case allowing Kori to attend like human kids a right. This has caused me some anxiety for obvious reasons. "Ms. Witherspoon could you stay online for a few extra minutes?" I ask as class is done. "Sure thing Mr. Anderson. What can I help you with?" she asked. "It's about the possibility of Kori attending class physically at Ipswich Elementary. You do know about the Act right?" I asked. "Oh, I know. Ipswich, like other schools, has to submit a policy by August 1st to the Board of Education. Last I heard they didn’t. Frankly, I don't think they really know what to do. Please keep in mind the Act is barely two weeks old" she said. "In your opinion what do you think they'll do?" I asked.

"If you do enroll her, place her in a class with human kids. Maybe a guidance counselor to carry her around. They wouldn't spend resources like a personal teacher and classroom just for her" she replied. "Damn. Not what I wanted to hear. Her alone would be safer. "What about you?" I asked. "Heh. I'd just be reassigned to Boston or maybe be a full-time teacher for kids like Kori. Mr. Anderson I understand your concerns. I share them because of my own child Bryan" she said. "Oh yeah I forgot you adopted a borrower. Handful?" I asked chuckling. "Literally. Is there anything else?" she asked. "No ma'am" I replied. "Then have a good day" she said before logging off Zoom. I tell Lari all this which brings us back to now.

"That's it?" Lari asked. "She has a point. This just happened. You know how long it took to integrate schools for black kids?" I asked. "Yeah I get it, but I want her to go. Be around other kids. Make real friends. Don't you want that too?" she asked. "Yes and no. It's all fun and games until the creepy kid that pulls wings off butterflies sees her. I rather her have a classroom of her own" I said. "Segregation?" she asked folding her arms. "Don't. Don't make it out that way" I said. She sighs and throws up her hands. "You two fighting?" Kori asked from the sofa. "We're not fighting. We're having a difference of opinion" I said. "Speaking of fighting. Guess who called here yesterday while you were at work?" she asked. "Who?" I asked. "Chad" she replied quietly. I scooted over to Kori and placed my fingertips over her tiny ears. "What the fuck does that dickhead want?" I asked softly. "He wants to visit Kori on her birthday next month" she replied. "Why? He hasn't given a shit about that since he got the boot three years ago" I said. "Dunno but he's asking. What do we say?" she asked. What do I say? "I find the timing weird. What else did he say?" I asked. "That he missed her and wants to see her. As much an asshole he is, he is still her bio father" she said. "I have to really think about that. We both do" I replied. "Fair enough" Lari said. In case you wanted to see what Lari looked like, I took a picture of her that afternoon...



Later that evening...

Kori is in her own room (which she insisted she was old enough to have) watching tv. Normally she has a 9pm bedtime but it's Friday so she can stay up later. I check on Nathan in his little diorama room sitting on the dresser. "He asleep?" Lari asked as I looked down. I gently tucked his blanket back over him. "Out like a light" I whisper back. If you were curious, there a tiny light that acts like a nightlight for him. They moved out of the dollhouse not long after Chad left. It didn't feel right keeping them apart from me like that. "You smell nice” Lari said scooting over to me on her personal pillow. "Soap will do that" I chuckled as I crawled into bed. "You're in heat again" I whispered. "You can tell?" she asked. "You smell slightly sweet" I replied grinning. I lay down with her facing me. She can tell something's up by how I'm staring at her. "What's on your mind now?" she asked. "I forgot how pretty those hazel eyes are" I said. She blushes and buried her face into the pillow. "You won't let me see them?" I asked. She shook her head. I reach over, grasp her bottoms between my fingernails and pull down. "What are you...eek!" she squeals. "Shh!" I said. "How can I shush when you lick my butt!" she said. "What's the matter?" I asked poking her bare butt. "Do I really have to explain?" she asked. "It's no biggie since you bathed" I said. "Not the point dummy!" she said kicking her legs and feet. I rolled her onto her back.

"You like this don't you? Me being so helpless" she muttered. "Well, truth be told it is the face you're making I fell in love with" I replied. "...wha?" she asked surprised. "You had the same look on your face the first time we met. Remember you stuck to that glue trap? Me holding you? Looking back, I had feelings for you then" I said quietly. I stopped pinning her spread out arms. "I thought it was when I got sick" she said. "That was me trying to understand you meant a lot to me. I mean we were ten" I said shrugging. She pulled her bottoms back up. I laid back down next to her. I gently petted her left cheek before she grabbed the tip of my finger and kissed it. "Of all the houses it was mine. Of all the borrowers it was you. You're the one I needed in my life" I said quietly. Lari scooted closer to me and touched my cheek with her tiny hand. "Are you okay Luccie?" she asked. "I was a very lonely kid around the time you met me. No dad, only kid, and my grandma just passing. Add to the fact moving out here. I had nobody other than mom. And then there was you" I whispered holding her small hand between my fingers. I could tell she was worried about me. "I've been worried about this Act and what it could mean but I never considered it could bring humans and borrowers together in ways like we have. I can't keep worrying about the future. I can just hope" I said shrugging. I nuzzled my borrower wife with my nose making her giggle. We kissed and finally went to bed.

The weekend came and went. If you were curious, Lari did try our game of hide and seek and she lasted longer than our daughter...by two minutes. She did not like me teasing her saying old age was slowing her down. In came Monday and off to the office. You might be wondering what I do for a living. Assistant director of marketing for Global Dynamics. In a nutshell, we think up ideas to expand market shares for Fortune 500 companies including the advertising to go with it. I make a decent living off it. Around $90k a year plus insurance which is a huge boon when you have a borrower family. Speaking of borrowers, I notice one walking up to my desk now. "Morning Mr. Anderson" she said down below. "Good morning Claire" I said bending down. She politely took off her heels and stepped into my hand. I picked her up and let her step off onto my desk. I just quietly glance at her bare feet as she walked on my polished oak desk. Okay wait. It's not a fetish thing (but I do admit she has sexy feet), but it's kinda a reminder of a rule we have here. I'll explain and while I'm at it explain who Claire is.

A borrower obviously. 19 years old. Strawberry blonde hair thing but not skinny. A real cutie to be honest. She reminded me of Kim Possible from the cartoon. No, seriously. Her full name is Claire Applebottom. Yeah that last name is an issue for her. Anyways, Claire lived her entire life on a reservations me a rely saw any of the outside world beyond the rare and random school field trip. Be that as it may, she enrolled into Boston University last year and is now a sophomore studying Mass Communications. Claire took an internship at my office as part of a required course. Keep in mind this was before the Borrower Rights Act was signed so upper management was so keen on her being here. However, the idea of bad press to deny her and good press accepting her played a part in her ending up in my office. As to how she ended up with me it was simple. I had a borrower family. "Get Lucas to babysit her. He's married to one. He knows how to handle them" I'm very sure they said behind closed doors.

Borrowers are like us. They know when they're not wanted and simply being "tolerated". Poor Claire was a nervous wreck the first week. Stammering when she talked. Flinching when I got close. Terrified when I would carry her around. But when she finally noticed my family photos (too nervous to focus on other thing than the giant in front of her) she relaxed when I told her who they were. If anything, she was shocked that not only did I marry one but had a child by one. She acted way more relaxed around me by the end of the second week and by the third voiced her opinions about things with more confidence. Now to explain the barefoot thing. During the third week being here she was wearing her high heels walking along my desk as usual. Her minuscule weight didn't cause scratches so no biggie. While talking about an upcoming meeting, she wandered close to the edge of my desk. She turned and slipped. Claire fell right off the edge and by sheer chance I was in a position to catch her before she crashed to the floor. My office had carpet but to a borrower it’s like a 40ft drop headfirst. Broken neck at best. Poor thing was trembling in my hand and refused to be let down. After calming her, we both agreed no more heels on my desk and nylons were just as bad if not worse. So yeah bare feet only. See? Nothing creepy. Oh. Here's a picture of Claire I took on casual Friday in the office...





Ahem...

"How was your weekend?" she asked. "Playing hide and seek with the family. They hide and I play Godzilla" I replied. Claire laughed. "Seriously. I do it for fun but to keep my daughter in shape. You guys have natural climbing and foraging instincts. Need to keep them sharp" I said. "No, I got it. I'm just imagining you in a rubber suit growling" she giggled. "Not with this figure" I said. "Oh, come on Lucas. You look great for 26" she said. "...really?" I asked. "Yeah I was just telling my friend that my boss is...nice" she said muttering. Claire was blushing. "And what did you do during your weekend?" I asked. "Hung out at the dorm and played video games with my roommate" she replied. "You didn't chill on the quad? Not even the frozen lemonade? They still have that right?" I asked. "Yeah it's still there. I just don't want to be a burden to my roommate" she replied. I understood where she was coming from. While times uncommon, it wasn't rare for borrowers to attend college in person. For safety reasons, borrowers were assigned same sex roommates that acted as chaperones. Carrying them to class and lunch mostly. The school paid them $100 a week to do this. Sounds great right? 100 bucks just to carry a person around in your hand. Well, you were also forced to take the very same classes they did to avoid schedule conflicts. Many students did not like that catch. For the borrower it was a good deal, but the chaperone wasn't responsible for taking you anywhere outside of class or reasonable issues. Meaning they were on their own during weekends. As one can imagine, assigning a borrower chaperone was a tricky thing.

"Look. It's not much but me and the family wouldn't mind you visiting for dinner or something during the weekend. Just call me" I said. Yeah this is an HR no no, but Claire looked so depressed right then. "I wouldn't be a burden?" she asked. That was the second time she used that word. "Claire? Did your roommate say that you are?" I asked. Her lip quivered. She looked at me with those green eyes. "...yes" she replied suddenly crying. I picked her up and placed her in my hand. Tearing off a tiny bit of Kleenex, I handed it to her. "You are NOT a burden. You're just height challenged is all" I said. Claire laughed a little as she sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Height challenged? That's a new one" she said. "Either that or travel sized. I meant what I said though. You are a sweet, smart, caring young woman. And you are going to make a great marketing presenter one day. Not to mention a good wife to whatever lucky guy...or girl" I said smiling. She hid her face and scrunched her tiny toes in embarrassment. "My wife and kids would love to have you over for dinner" I said. "Maybe I will" she said smiling. Claire did end up at my house that weekend but not for dinner...

Late Friday night I was sitting with my wife watching some movie on Netflix when my phone rang. Caller ID says its Claire. "It's Claire" I muttered. "At this hour?" Lari asked looking at the clock on our wall. She had a point. It was 11:45 but I knew Claire wouldn't call me this late unless there was good reason. "Hello?" I asked answering. "Lu...Lucas?" she asked. "Claire? Claire what's wrong? You sound strange" I said. "At house party. Came with Addison (roommate). We took something called...Molly*. I don't feel good. I feel real hot and fuzzy. Can't find Addy. Didn't know...who else to call" she said mumbling. "Shit where are you now?!" I yelled. "Google. Where is my location?" she asked. Seconds later she sent me a text of where she was. Some house on the south side of Boston. "Are you somewhere safe? Trouble breathing?" I asked now going into panic mode. "Closet. No just really hot" she muttered. Then the line went dead. I bolted up from the sofa and slipped my shoes on. "Claire took some kind of drug at a party. She might OD. I gotta go" I told Lari. "Then call 911!" she yelled. I cursed myself not thinking about that. And as it happened...and I swear to god...the line was busy. In hindsight, it's Boston, on a Friday, and the last weekend before college finals. Yeah, 911 was busy that night.

*for those that don't know, Molly is slang for the drug Ecstasy and usually mixed with something else.

I raced down the highway as fast as I could. With the cops tied up on calls, there were none to pull me over doing 90 in a 65. I was fearing the worst. Part of me imagined finding her small little dead body behind a shoebox. A young life cut short over a fucking party drug. I got to the house, knocked on the door, and when someone opens it pushed right past scrambling until I found a closet. I opened it and there she was barely awake looking up at me. I guess that's when my heart decided it could start beating again. I quickly picked her up and took her to my car. Claire was high as shit. So high she'd needed air traffic control clearance. However, she didn't look like she was having an overdose. Now the next part was a gamble and stupid one at that. I'll admit that now. Her body temperature was elevated and that high I should've taken her right to the ER. She could be having brain damage that every second for all I knew. And yet, I didn't. And you're not alone asking me why I didn't. Lari asked the same thing but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'm racing back home and storm through the door when I get there. Claire passed out but she's breathing okay but yeah she's warm. Lari sees her and freaks. I placed Claire on the kitchen counter and fish out the IR thermometer. Claire's temperature is 104.1 F. Yeah that high for a browser but not as high as you'd think. Back in college, I learned about borrower biology. That's where I leaned about how borrowers go into heat. Anyways, borrowers have a few quirks that make them different. One, their natural body temp is higher than ours. On average it's about 101.4. It's the byproduct of having a fast metabolism and essential as it helps them survive. Keep in mind they don't have layers of fat or fur to keep such a small body warm like say a mouse. It was this metabolism that actually saved her life that night. So, Claire wasn't in immediate danger, but she wasn't in good shape either. "Why did you bring her back here instead of a hospital?!" Lari asked. "She looks just really high and if I did take her it could come back to the dean at the university. They have a zero tolerance on narcotics. She would've been expelled and blacklisted from every college in the country" I replied. "Lucas. That's a hell of a risk. It's better than dying" Lari said. Lari had a good point but what's done was done.

"Lari I'm trying to concentrate. We'll talk about this later. Just stay out of the way" I said coldly. I filled a small shallow bowl, the same bowl we use to give Nathan his baths with slightly warm water. Important fact, if someone is having a dangerous fever, do NOT place them in cold water. The sudden shock could actually stop their heart. Next came to undressing Claire. Her little flats came off her feet easily enough. Then came her dress. I paused for a moment. I had given thought about what Claire looked like naked. Don't judge me. I'm a married man not dead or blind. I pushed my slight embarrassment aside and after a bit of work took her bra and panties off. The borrower girl was naked on my kitchen counter and yes she was very pretty. Nice breasts for a 19-year-old and she trimmed not shaved down there. Scooping her up, I gently placed her in the water making sure it wasn't too deep. The feeling of the water revived her for a few moments. "Lucas?" she asked looking up at me all glassy eyed. "Yeah it's me" I whispered. "I feel warm" she whispered. "I know. The water will help with that" I said. "No, not like that. Warm down here" she said spreading her legs.

I felt shame and embarrassment. Shame as I was getting aroused by a drugged-up girl while my wife was just 10 ft. behind us on the sofa. Embarrassment for her. "Love you so much. Suck on my tiny little pussy. Please? she begged. I'm telling myself it's the Molly talking. Truthfully, I already knew Claire had a crush on me. Borrower girls are good at hiding their feelings except during a mating cycle. And Claire had been doing things to make herself look prettier lately. Curling her hair, more makeup, even painted her toenails red. She damn sure wasn't doing that for the human girls in my office. "Claire honey no" I whispered to her closing her legs. "Don't you find me pretty? Don't you like me?" she asked. The question, the tone of her voice made it hurt. "Yes I like you. And yes I think you're pretty. And I care enough about you not to take advantage of you. Just rest okay?" I asked. She nodded and relaxed. "Is she okay?" Lari asked. "She's resting now. I think the worst is over. Looks like her body is kicking the drug out as we speak" I replied. Lari climbed down from the sofa and came over to me. I picked her up and placed her on the counter.

"She's pretty" Lari whispered. "Yes she is" I whispered. "Lucas are you okay? Your hand is shaking" she said. I hadn't even noticed. "Just worried. When umm...when I look at her I can't help but think about Kori. One day she's going to be exposed to this type of shit. It's impossible not to going to college. Claire was damn lucky tonight. It could've gone ten different ways. I could've found her dead. Brain damned. She may not have been able to call me. Used as some sex toy. Maybe even...eaten" I whispered. Yes, that's right. Humans have been known to eat borrowers for sick kicks and such a fact terrifies me as a husband and father. I don't mean mouth play either. I mean eating and digesting them.

"But she's fine and that's what matters" Lari said patting my hand. And she's right. That really is what mattered. We waited a half hour longer before taking Claire out of the water and by then her temperature was down to a more manageable 102 F. I still want comfortable leaving Claire on her own though. Lari was kind enough to dry Claire off with a paper towel while I got her old dollhouse bed and a spare nightgown. Lari asked me if we should put her panties back on, but I declined in case Claire had another fever. We slipped the nightgown on, and I gently placed her in the bed now sitting on the coffee table. I told Lari I'd be staying up for a while and she said she would as well, but I reminded her that someone had to be with Nathan. So, there I was quietly sitting on the floor watching Claire sleep. Now and then I'd take her temperature and be relieved it didn't go up. Claire rested soundly. Even moving in her sleep now and then. Her tiny foot slipped out from under the covers. I went to cover it back up but paused.

So, as you know already I have a foot fetish. I've seen Claire's feet and Lari's feet and if you were wondering Claire had better looking feet. Makes sense as Lari grew up wearing garbage shoes and skulking though holes and vents. Claire grew up in a pampered reservation wearing real actual shoes. I took a moment to study Claire's little borrower foot. Toenails painted red. Slender sole and arch. Her foot now resting on my fingertip. As tempted as I was I was not going to take liberties. I just saved her from such a thing. But damn was I tempted to just lick that tiny foot. I tucked it back in and just rested.

"Where am...oh my god..." was the sound I woke up to. I opened and rubbed my eyes to see a very startled little borrower staring at me. "Claire" I whispered. "Lucas? Then it wasn't a dream" she said. She got out of bed, and she immediately realized she was naked. She covered up and I looked away. "Bathroom" she asked. I nodded and had her sit in my hand. She had to feel her bare butt sitting on my hand. I damn sure did. I carried her to the bathroom and showed her where Lari and the kids went. I carried her back to the coffee table. "Your clothes should be dry by now" I said handing them to her. She was fully dressed minus her sandals. "How much do you remember?" I asked. "I remember my roommate taking me to a party off campus. She gave me something called Molly and then she left me. It's kinda a haze after that. I think I remember calling you?" she said. "You did high out of your mind. Claire what were you thinking taking a drug like that? You do know that drug is a mix of ecstasy and cocaine right?" I asked. Her eyes got wide. "It could've killed you. Fried your brain, stopped your heart. You are exceedingly lucky" I said. Claire broke down crying. "I see she's awake" Lari said. "Mommy who is that?" Kori said holding Nathan's hand. "A friend of your father's" Lari replied.

I put a few drops of water into a borrower cup and gave it to Claire. "Thank you" Claire sniffled. "You got yourself a big problem. You do know that right?" I asked. Claire didn't answer. "Your roommate can't be trusted to look after you. That's a given. And if you report her you expose yourself too. The university is very clear about drugs" I said. Claire looked as if she wanted to cry again. "You're probably hungry too. I'll start breakfast. Kori sweetie. Why don't you get to know Claire here? She could use a new friend right now" I said. My tiny munchkin smiled and nodded. "I'll show you my room" Kori said to her. I watched as Claire disappeared with her leaving me with Lari and Nathan. I turned on cartoons after a little peck on his head. "Claire has about a week left in the semester. After that she'll be on break. I had already planned on hiring her full time during that time. With that in mind, there is kinda a solution" I said. "Lucas you're tiptoeing" Lari said looking for the coffee mix. "I was thinking she could stay here for the week" I said. Lari stopped and looked up at me.

Guess she could sense the guilt and trepidation in my voice because she said this..."That's fine. Don't worry about it" she replied smiling. "Really?" I asked. "Lucas. You don't have to be afraid of hurting my feelings. I get you're attracted to her. That's perfectly fine and Claire needs a safe place to stay" she replied. I remembered how fortunate I married a very understanding woman. "Even if you did have sex with her you two wouldn't be the first to practice borrower polygamy" she said jumping up to tap the button on the coffee maker. "Pardon?" I asked dumbfounded. "I'm not saying jump her tiny bones, but I'd get it" she replied. "Okay but going back to the polygamy part. Some borrowers actually marry more than one person?" I asked shocked. "The traditionalists do...some of them. Look, as you know before the reservations, some borrowers actually lived in colonies underground. Mostly old, abandoned rabbit dens. Because things can happen, it was common for the number of men to women to be lopsided....badly. So, to keep families going borrowers took more than one mate" she said. "Why haven't I heard about this before?" I asked. "It's not something I'd imagine being taught in schools nor is it something that just pops map in conversation. Now chop chop. I'm hungry" she said.

Kori was talking Claire's ear off as we all ate breakfast. "Me and Lari have been talking Claire. We think it'll be best if you stay here at least till the semester is over" I said. "Wha?! No, I can't do that. I got a dormmate that's..."

"Trouble. Very bad trouble. You get me? After what she did you can’t trust her, and you know what I mean" I said. Claire looked down at her plate. She knew what I meant. The dirty truth was Claire was a liability that could tell the dean what happened. Claire could end up in an "accident" to keep her from talking. "I dunno" Claire muttered. "Stay! Please stay!" Kori begged. "I'm still good with the provost. I can call him and explain that you suddenly came down with a summer cold and don't want to infect the dorm so close to graduation time. That you're staying with your intern boss" I said. "Would that even work?" she asked. "I'm actually how my company made the list for internships. He trusts me" I replied. Claire nodded and sniffled. "Stay!" Nathan yelled. "See? Totally outvoted" I said chuckling. Claire smiled and nodded. After breakfast, the kids ended up playing with Claire all day.

I plucked Kori up by the scruff of her pajama top. Her little legs kicking in the air. "Dad?!" she yelled. "Don't dad me. It's bedtime little lady" I said placing her in my hand and carrying her to her room. After placing her on the floor, she huffed and climbed into her dollhouse bed. "You can play with Claire tomorrow" I said. "Dad? Why does Claire look so sad?" she suddenly asked. "A friend of hers almost hurt her very badly so she needs to stay here for a while" I replied. "If she was a friend then why would she try to hurt her?" Kori asked. "Sometimes who we think are friends aren't. There are some people that...do bad things to people because they're different" I said. "Because she's a borrower?" she asked. "...yes" I replied. "But you don't. You love me, mommy, and Nathan. I know you say you're gonna eat me, but I know you're just joking" she said giggling. "I'd never eat ya. You're too scrawny. Rawr!" I growled. Kori squealed. "And I do love you. More than the stars and the moon. Night night sweetie" I said kissing her tiny head. "Night dad" she said kissing me back before snuggling into bed. I walked to the bedroom.

"Just had a very deep conversation with our daughter" I told Lari who was checking on Nathan. "What about?" she asked. "About how people who we think are friends can hurt us. That some people hurt others because they're different. I need to borrow some pajamas" I replied looking around. Lari slid down and made her way to her dollhouse scaled dresser. "Claire?" she asked. "Yes to both" I replied. "She took to Claire quickly" she said. "I think Kori wants her as a big sister" said to her. "Speaking of Kori, we never decided on the Chad situation" she said. "He's up to something. The dad part of me understands the want to see your kid. The other part of me knows he's a cunning little asshole. Your opinion?" I asked. "On the off chance he did change, maybe we should let him see her" she replied. "And if he flakes?" I asked. "Then we gave him a chance" she replied. "Which could end up breaking her heart badly" I said. "There is one person we haven't even brought it up with" she said. "You have a point. She's only eight but she deserves to have some say" I said. Lari handed me a pajama set. "Thanks" I said. Lari smiled and nodded.

After covertly changing, Claire sat with me for a while as we discussed the plan to keep her here. She was quite shocked to hear me say I could hire her full time. Politely she played down the opportunity until I told her she was better suited than some of my real employees. I think the poor girl was overwhelmed as she began dozing off soon after. I carried her to the dollhouse. "Lucas, I can't think you enough for this. Opening your home to me..." she said quietly. "Like I said don't worry about it" I whispered petting her hair. She hugged my fingertip tightly before kissing it. "Oh! I didn't mean to umm..." she stammered. I leaned in real close to her. Just inches from her. Claire was blushing beet red looking down at her toes. "Hey. Look at me" I said. She meekly looked up. "You're allowed to feel that way" I whispered kissing her head. Claire, with tears in her eyes hugged my nose. I had forgotten how strong a borrower could hug. She actually pinched my nose. I told her good night and left the room.

I got up out of bed and quickly walked to her room. Moonlight through the window illuminated the room enough I could see. I bent down and there she was fast asleep. Like last night, her left foot dangled over the edge of the bed. That tiny rosy sole and cute little toes. I brought my nose to her foot and smelled the faint scent of lavender soap. I closed my eyes and gave her foot a lick. Her foot twitched. Bolder, I sucked her entire little foot into my mouth. I could feel those tiny toes twitching on my tongue. Claire began to stir. She opened her eyes and looked dead at me. "Luc..."

My fingertip on her lips silenced her. Scared, nervous I'm not sure the way she looked at me as I pulled away her bed sheets. My fingers wrapped around her body as I lifted her up and I sat down. I easily took off her pajama top followed by her pants. Her eyes locked on me as my fingernail hooked her panties and pulled them down and off her legs. "Lucas, please don't hurt me" she begged. "I'd never hurt you Claire" I whispered to her. "No, I mean...I'm a virgin" she muttered. I was surprised. Claire was clearly beautiful, kind, and sincere. 19 years old and literally ripe for sex. "Really?" I asked. "I was saving myself for marriage but...if it's you..." she whispered. I brought her to my face and kissed her. Claire held my cheeks kissing me back. I began teasing her with butterfly kisses on her head and upper chest. She whimpered slightly as I took both her pea sized tits between my lips and sucked. My erection was near painful by now as the tabooness of it was in my mind. I had only dome this to Lari either from foreplay or when she was pregnant to help when her tits were too swollen with milk. And now I was doing it to another woman while still married. I let go to avoid hurting her. Kisses down before I stuck the tip of my tongue into her belly button making her squeal. "Don't tease me!" she yelled seeing me chuckle at her.

"Spread your legs sweetie. Don't hide it" I said. "It's embarrassing" she whispered blushing. "Nothing you have is embarrassing" I said running my finger up her clit. She was wet, soaking wet. Claire gasped seeing me lick and suck my finger clean. "Hmm, you're sweet on the inside too" I whispered. Claire spread her legs revealing her nearly trimmed glistening in the moonlight cunt. Her legs on the side of my cheeks, I sucked her pussy into my mouth. Claire moaned as the tip of my tongue parted her lower lips. I was careful as she said she was a virgin. "Lucas...eat me...please eat me more" the tiny groaning young woman begged me. Harder I sucked. Her tiny heels digging into my cheeks. Her tiny toes curling as she let off a chirping cry. My mouth was briefly flooded with her sweet young borrower juices. Of course I wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot.

She made a squeaking sound as my tongue invaded her ass. Holding her by her waist and bent forward onto my third finger, Claire was helpless as I licked, sucked, and tongued her bare ass. Her tiny legs kicked either in arousal or defiance. Either way I didn't care. She was my toy tonight whether she liked it or not. No, that came out wrong. I did care but she was enjoying her time with me as much as I did with her. Her legs went rigid as she came again. Flipping her around in my hand, I could feel her pulse racing. That heart, barely the size of half a tic tac beating as fast as it could under her supple pea sized breast. I pushed my boxers down to my knees and lowered her down to my aching cock. Her tired voice rising and falling as I jerked her up and down my shaft. "Too rough! Too rough!" she cried out. I slowed down for her. I'm thankful I did as I wanted to savor the feeling of her small fragile body polishing my dick. Claire hooked her ankles around my cock to steady herself just in time for me to cum. Her voice muffled into a gurgle as her face was coated in splooge. My post cum bliss was broken by her coughing. "Shit! You alright?! I didn't mean to cum on your face like that!" I said concerned. I actually did but that was my dick talking. She wiped the cum from her eyes and nose. "I'm okay. Just some warning next time" she said. I used a spare bed sheet to clean her.

"Wait" she said scooping up a literal handful of semen. She jammed it into her pussy and smeared it all over her crotch. "I want you baby" she said lustfully.

And then I woke up.

Yeah, the whole thing with me and Claire fucking around was just a dream. Trust me, I feel as cheated as you. I hadn't had a dream that vivid in a long while and speaking of that..."you got to be kidding me" I muttered feeling wetness in my boxers. You guessed it. I came in my sleep. Mid 20's and I had a fucking wet dream. Thanks god Lari was sound asleep snoring as she would've smelled it easily. Fun fact, borrower girls, especially sexually mature ones have very good senses of smell. The scent of semen is easily the top five smells that can pick out above all others. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Once I had I walked to the bedroom where Claire was. I only wanted to check on her. Really. I opened the door and nearly jumped out of my skin seeing a human sized shadow on the wall. But as my eyes focused, there was no other human but Carrie. Sitting in her pjs on the roof of the dollhouse staring at the moon shining through the window. It caused her distorted shadow to show on the wall. "You're still awake?" I asked.

My voice scared the hell out of her making her tumble off the roof. My quick reflexes caught her before she hit the floor. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I got up to use the bathroom and came to check on you" I said. I placed her back on the roof. "Whew" she said taking a breath. "I was just deep in thought. An old habit of mine from back home would be to climb onto the roof of our house and look at the sky. Nighttime is the only time of day where we can see the sky clearly" she said. It's true. You already know borrowers live on reservations. To keep them safe from weather and predators, it's covered by a ballistic, solar sensitive, glass dome. You know those lenses in glasses that change tint according to sunlight? Yeah that type of tint mixed with military grade glass. They get a tinted muted blue sky during the day but a clear sky at night. Due to low level light pollution and refraction, you can actually see more stars there than here.

"What the fuck was I thinking? Taking a drug I knew nothing about? To impress people I don't know, one that doesn't even fucking like me? I could've fucked up my career, my academic career, my life?" Claire asked. "I put you in a position you don't deserve. I feel so fucking stupid" she said softly crying. I scooted closer and petted her long red hair. "Congratulations, you're a teenager. We all do stupid shit sometimes. It's part of life" I said. "Bet you didn't do something this stupid" she said. "Actually, when I was 17 I smoked some weed laced with angel dust. I drive home from a party tripping fucking balls. Never smoke weed you don't prepare yourself. I got into so much trouble" I said. "Really?" she asked. "You kidding? My eyes looked like fucking brake lights. No way I could play it off. Mom was mortified that I drove home that high. Lari came out wondering what the shouting was about. She couldn't even get within five feet of me I reeked so badly. I was arguing with my mom until I thought the Christmas tree was melting. Kinda dawned on me how high I was then. The worst part was mom said she wasn't angry with me so much as she was disappointed. It's not the mistakes we make that define us. It's how we learn and be better from them" I said lowering my face close to her.

Claire looked up at me. She hugged my face really good. "Thank you for being here for me" she whispered. "I got your back" I chuckled. I surprised both of us kissing her little forehead. This close I could smell the lavender soap she used. My mind flashing back to that dream. My mouth watering to taste her naked flesh. "Get some rest" I said tapping her head making her giggle. And on that I went back to bed.

And so that's how Claire ended up with us.

[gundam]

Chapter 3

"We've been going round and round about this for nearly an hour" Lari said. "Yeah and we've made no headroom. We still have two possibilities. One, he still an asshole who doesn't need to be around Kori. Or two, he's really changed and wants to see his daughter. The real problem is what if he has changed and we deny him this chance to prove it. It doesn't just impact us but Kori too" I said. Lari sighed and grew quiet. "We've been talking about this but there's one opinion we haven't considered" I said looking across the living room at Kori who was playing with Claire and Nathan. "Lucas she's a child. She's not mature enough to even have an opinion" Lari said. "She's 8 years old. Not a toddler. She's more mature than I was at 10. If feels wrong to make a decision without asking her feelings on it" I said. Lari quietly nodded. "Kori sweetie? Come here for a moment" I said. The tiny girl trotted over to us. "Yeah dad? What's up?" she asked. Adorable how she cocked her head to the side asking that.

She got the idea it was something serious when I placed her in my hand. "Chad, your real dad called us a few weeks ago asking to see you" I said. "Why?" she asked warily. Shit, she was skeptical as we were. "I dunno. He just did. Would you be open to that?" I asked. "...I don't know. He hurt mommy. Why now though?" she asked again. "And you were worried she wouldn't be mature enough" I whispered to Lari. "How do you feel about that?" I asked. "I...kinda miss him. Maybe?" she asked fidgeting. "You don't have to if you don't want to honey" Lari said. Kori looked dead at me. "Honey you won't be hurting my feelings if you say yes" I said. "I guess I could see him. Try it out?" Kori shrugged. I wanted to smack myself. I didn't even think of a trial run. "Okay. Your birthday is next Saturday. How about we invite him for that?" I asked. Kori nodded. "Then it's settled. I'll call him and tell him. You can go back to playing" I said placing her back on the floor. "I really hope this doesn't bite us in the ass" Lari said. "Me too" I muttered.

The next day I took a half day at work to take care of business at Boston University. I knocked on the door of the provost and he let me in. "Lucas! So good to see you! Heard you got married to a borrower girl...Lari was it?" he asked. "That I did. It's about a borrower that I'm here today" I said. He closed the door and motioned for me to sit on the sofa in his office. "What can I do for you?" he asked. "A student here, Claire Applebottom ran into an issue this past weekend" I said. He sat behind his computer and typed. "Yeah I see her. Sophomore, working towards a business degree. Says here she's your intern. She not working out?" he asked. "No. She's great at the office. Extreme potential which is why I'll be hiring her over the summer break" I said. "That's excellent! So...what's the problem?" he asked. "She called me Friday night talking about how I'll she felt. I picked her up and she was really out of it. I'm taking care of her at home. She didn't want to risk infecting the dorm so close to graduation" I said. He narrowed his eyes at me. My heart was pounding. It sounded so wrong coming out of my mouth. "An illness you say? Lucas, it sounds kinda...peculiar a situation. Care to tell the truth?" he asked. Provost Forsythe was always good at sensing lies. "Off the record?" I asked. He nodded. I told him the truth. How her chaperone took her to an off-campus party, pressured her to taking a narcotic, abandoning her as she began to overdose. Then I told him my deepest concerns how it would impact Claire's academic career. "Looking at her transcript her grades are stellar. No reprimands either. "She's a good girl Provost. She got peer pressured into a bad situation. She's with me getting her head straight since its...well it's a bad idea to leave her with her chaperone. Disciplining her under the code of conduct won't help her" I said. "How is she now?" he asked. "Much better and clean. She was washing dishes with my wife when I left" I replied.

"I get your concern. The Code of Conduct isn't just rules. They're laws. You remember the class I used to teach?" he asked. "Ethics" I replied. "Right. Remember me asking the question of why we have judges?" he asked. "To decide punishments and make decisions" I replied. "Yes but why don't we leave that to a computer?" he asked. "Because life doesn't fit into a law book. There are exceptions. There is no justice without humanity behind it" I replied. "Good job. You do remember" he said a smiling. "I paid attention in class" I said chuckling. "Let's see. Her classes are on Tuesdays and Thursday's. She probably only has the finals left so no lectures. I'll talk to her professors and explain the situation. I'm sure they can proctor the finals virtually" he said. "I appreciate it" I said. "I approached you telling me the truth. And Lucas, I'll make sure her dormmate never looks after another borrower" he said. I nodded. After that was done, I went to Claire's dorm to gather her things. It was there I met Carrie.

It became clear just looking at her where a good deal of the animosity towards Claire came from. Chubby, puffy faced, acne scar on her left cheek, average brown hair, and something more akin to hooves than bare feet. I'm serious, she needs a blacksmith more than a nail salon attendant. Claire was a goddess compared to this girl...and Carrie knew it. "The fuck?! Knock asshole!" she yelled. "Your door was half open. Just came to get Claire's things then I'll be gone" I said. "She never mentioned she had a brother or boyfriend. So, who are you?" she asked trying to smile. "Her boss. She's moving out of the dorms and asked me to get her things" I replied. "Ah so it's like that between you two" she said making a fucking motion with her fingers. "No, it isn't" I scowled. "Whatever man. How umm...how is she?" she asked quietly. I closed the door. "Alive and sober" I replied. Her eyes went wide. "Yeah I know what happened. You could've gotten her killed" I said. "Pfft. Nobody forced her to take it. Not my problem if she OD's on something like Molly" she snorted. "Yes it would've been your problem. You signed up to be responsible for her safety. If she died, your ass could've been charged with negligent homicide. But what's done is done. Your services are no longer required" I said coldly as I began pocketing Claire's little things. Carrie had broken out into a cold sweat. "Did...did she tell anyone else?" she asked. "No. She rather move on luckily for you. However, I made sure the provost entered into your record that you never become another borrower's chaperone again. You got off easy. Go fuck yourself and have a nice day. Doesn't have to be in that order" I said slamming the door behind me.


I returned home and told Claire the news.

Over the next few days, Claire settled in nicely. Using my laptop to study for finals. Playing with Kori. Wrestling with Nathan. Girl time with Lari. It wasn't until then did I truly notice that Claire suffered from depression. She hid it so well. And yes I did spend alone time with Claire. Not overtly sexual as I still had hang ups about being married and being intimate with another woman. As I discussed her future, I would pet her back, rub her tired little feet (lucky me), or just hold her when she was stressed. Lari wasn't even jealous (as far as I could tell). The woman is a saint. We had a steak dinner to celebrate finishing the semester Friday night. Underneath her smile laid anxiety and the reason why I wouldn't find out until Saturday night.

"You sure?" she asked. "Yeah I'm sure so grab your shoes, get dressed, make yourself look pretty" I replied. "But this is like a family thing" she muttered. "You are family especially to her" I said pointing to Kori who was struggling with putting her shoes on. She looked at me as if she wanted to cry. "There's gonna be cake" I said poking her little tummy. "Okay" she said swatting my finger playfully. So, there I was driving us to Kori's birthday party being held at a movie theatre in Boston. The RSVP had about 20 kids from her virtual class, borrowers obviously, and their parents. It was a really cool place. A play area their scale, adult borrowers to help with things, food and drink provided and tickets to a show. Ma and Pa Smallwood met us there eager to see their daughter and grandkids. They were quite surprised to meet a very nervous Claire. Lari explained quietly the issues around Claire. Big hearts they have, they quickly flocked to her. I shot the shit with fellow dads, all of them no bigger than my index finger. Talked about the future, more accurately the laws recently passed. And as I was talking, in comes Chad.

"Lucas! So good to see you!" the borrower yelled up walking to me. "Hello Chad" I said trying to smile. "I appreciate you guys agreeing to let me see Kori" he said. "Kori was the deciding vote. She wants to give you a chance. As a father so do I. Don't blow it" I said. "I won't. Where is the birthday girl?" he asked. "In the ball pit with her classmates" I replied pointing to a box no bigger than a textbook. Chad nodded and walked over to it. Me and Lari watched silently as he hugged her. At first Kori didn't know how to react. Couldn't blame her but she did return the hug. "So far so good" Lari said. I nodded and just sipped my cheap fruit punch. Claire was instrumental in dishing out the cake. It was a group effort to blow out the candle...which I found to be hilarious. And in no time a gaggle of sugar crazed pocket-sized kids were running around. I sat down to enjoy the moment. "Been awhile" Ma said sitting next to me. "Ms. Smallwood" I said looking down at the barely middle-aged woman sitting in a borrower sized foldout chair. "Edith Lucas. Call me Edith. I've said this before" she said clucking her tongue. "Sorry, Edith" I said. She took off her small little shoes root rub her feet. "I swear I don't miss this" she said. I gave her a confused look. "The swollen feet. I just got over the morning sickness" she said. "Pardon?" I asked. She smoothed out her dress. It was only then I discovered she was pregnant. "Oh! How far are you along? Four weeks?" I asked. "Three. I gotta admit it's easier this time. With Lari I had to deal with the smell of dust and mold. You don't think it's weird I'm having a baby at my age do you?" she asked. "Not that uncommon for human women" I replied. "It is for borrowers. Hell, I didn't even know my eggs were still good. Thought they hit the expiration date long ago" she said chuckling. "You're not that old" I said holding her tiny hand. "You're very sweet Lucas. Lari should've married you instead of that oaf" she said pointing to Chad. "But then Kori would never have been born" I said. "Good point" she said smiling.

Lari was playing with Nathan while Pa Smallwood was playing with Kori. Claire was resting and smiling at the kids. "Lari told me the details about her. So what's the real story between you and her?" she asked looking at Claire. "Something about her that makes me want to protect her. I...have feelings" I replied softly. "And you feel guilty about that even though Lari said that was fine" she said. "I said that to Claire too but deep down, I feel like I'm betraying Lari. She has to feel some jealously about it" I said. "She's a pretty girl Lucas. You'd have to be either gay, blind, or dead not to feel something. You've been around our kind so long you don't even notice the effect we have on you" she said. "What're you talking about?" I asked. "We naturally attract men with our scent. In just passing there's no effect but being around us for so long, you went blind to it. That can be very potent to a loving passionate man like you" she said. "So, what I feel is just a trick of biology?" I asked. "Fuck no. If that was true you'd be rubbing my daughter and that girl up and down your dick 24/7" she replied. I was taken aback by her bluntness.

"What I'm saying is you've bonded to them like a borrower. People think borrowers and humans are so different but we're really not. Hell, you can have children with them as you obviously know. It's not just sexual either. When you hold Nathan or Kori what's the first thing you notice?" she asked. I had to think about it for a moment. Their weight, how warm their little bodies feel? No, that's not it. "Their scent. It makes me feel...happy" I said. "Same deal with them. Humans go through the same thing but for us it's far more noticeable" she said. "Even though Kori is not my biological daughter?" I asked. "I don't think that matters does it?" she asked. "No, it doesn't" I replied smiling. "As long as you do right as a husband, friend, and father you got nothing to worry about Lucas. Nobody is asking you to be perfect. Just be who you're supposed to be" she said. This is why I love Edith. She always looks at the bigger picture. More than once I've come to her, not mom, for advice. It was her that found our first that me and Lari were having sex when we were teens. She didn't scream, shout, or anything. She just wanted us to be careful. Pop wasn't entirely thrilled to say the least, but he went along with his wife. Mom was more curious than anything. My god the questions she asked...

I bent close, really close to her. "You smell like her" I whispered. "Well duh. I am her mother" Edith chuckled. I petted her baby bump with my finger. "Twins" she told me. "Buy one get one free?" I asked. Edith laughed with me. "Well, they're in good hands. You're a great mom and mom in law" I said kissing the side of her head. "Sweetie you're making me blush. Go check on your friend there. She looks exhausted" she said. I got up and walked over to the second table and sat next to Clare. She jumped as I did. "Easy. Just me" I said. "Sorry. Sugar crash and kinda wiped" she said. "You having fun?" I asked. "More fun than I've had all year combined. All thanks to you" she replied. "When is your birthday?" I asked. "Oh, that was back in March" she replied. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "Didn't seem important" she replied softly. "It's important Claire. I would've brought a cupcake to the office. Sang happy birthday and everything" I said. "I bet you would've. You're that kind of guy" she said smiling. "You sure you're alright?" I asked petting her back. "Just need some rest" she replied. Seeing Claire was just tired, I went to play with Kori and the kids.

Kori can wear you out just by herself. Add a dozen more and you'll understand how exhausted we were that evening. Claire was off putting the kids to bed as Lari sat next to me on the sofa. "Umm Lucas? Your hair" she said. I ran my fingers in my hair and felt something. I pulled it out. "Well, we know where Kori's other sneaker was" I sighed holding the tiny little shoe. "How did it even get in there?" Lari asked laughing. "When the kids decided I was their jungle gym" I replied. "Well, they had a blast, especially Kori. What do you think of Chad?" she asked. "He behaved himself and he asked to see her again. I don't really see a reason to say no. You?" I asked. "Neither do I. Maybe he has changed. People are allowed to change" Lari said shrugging. "Then I'll call him and arrange something. So your mom is very pregnant" I said. "With twins and at her age no less" Lari said. "Don't be that way. Your mom kept her looks, and she looks kinda...hot pregnant" I said. Lari looked up at me. "Really?" Lari asked slyly. "What? You Smallwoods look sexy pregnant? I know you did....twice" I said grinning. "Nice save" she said smiling. "It's the truth" I said placing her in my hand.

"Rubbing your sexy little feet, that baby bump, and you do remember when you were bloated. Who was there for ya?" I asked. "You were" she replied. "And Chad hated every second of it. I was fucking happy he was jealous" I said. I brought her close to my face. "I wanted you to myself. It wasn't just the kinky things like licking your feet. I wanted your heart. To smile at me not him" I said nuzzling her to my cheek. "So did I. I think that's why I let him..." she was saying before she stopped. "Let him what?" I asked concerned. And that's when Lari told me something she had kept very secret.

I had wondered why she let Chad abuse her the way he did. Love? The belief he would change? Stability? Tradition (as borrowers don't usually do divorce)? I had never asked. I just assumed. And I was so wrong. Lari loved me intimately during that time. I already knew that. I also knew she preferred me doting on her when she was pregnant with Kori. What I did not know was she felt so guilty about her feelings for me when she was married she felt...she felt that being abused was some kind of punishment from above. That's why she endured it. I swear to god I felt like my heart sank into my body. "I don't feel that way now!" she yelled. My trembling finger petted her cheek. "If I had known that's how he made you feel I would've killed him that day" I whispered. "I know Lucas" she said kissing me. "You gonna be okay?" she asked. "Yeah. The past is the past" I replied. "I'm going to bed. I've been up since 7 this morning" she said. "Don't wait up for me. I'm going to...chill for a while" I replied as I lowered her down to the floor. She nodded and went to our bedroom.

An hour had passed before I finally calmed down. It really was the past and there was nothing I could do to change that. That's what I told myself by the feeling of guilt by being so unaware was hard to shake. I was distracted by something else. Claire in her pajamas walked into the kitchen and used the elevator system to get to the kitchen sink to get water. "You okay in there?" I asked from the sofa. She jumped. "Yeah I'm good. Can't sleep even though I'm tired. Ever feel that way?" She asked taking the elevator back down. "Yeah after too many Red Bulls before leaving work" I chuckled. She walked over to me. "Mind if I sit down?" she asked. I shook my head and picked her up before placing her next to me. "So...what's wrong with Lari? I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it sounded bad" she said. Claire must've been listening close by. "An old reminder of the importance of being mindful of other people's feelings. It's okay" I said. I looked down at her and she was fidgeting with her bare feet. "Speaking of that, let's discuss what's really going on with you today" I said.

"I don't know what you mean" she said. "Claire, you've been jumpy since the party. You looked like you were about to cry when I sat next to you. You were super happy until you sat down. What changed?" I asked. "I lied to you. When I said I was having more fun today than all year I lied. The truth is I was having more fun than I've had in years...plural" she replied. "I don't see the problem" I said. "My family are traditionalists. Get married at 15, baby by 16. Homemaker. That kind of stuff" she said. "Yeah I'm familiar with the concept. And seeing how you're none of that, it didn't go over well?" I asked. "To say the least. When I got a scholarship to Boston U, my parents were very against it. They made up all kinds of excuses, but it came down to me not wanting to marry, push out a baby, and staying at the reservation. In a heated argument, they said they buckled down when they had me unexpectedly. They said I was..."

"An accident" I finished. Poor Claire burst into tears. Claire never did talk much about her family and now I see why. "They were so cold to me after that. They barely cared when I left for college!" Claire said crying. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't think borrowers could be so callous to their own kids. Guess Edith was right about borrowers and humans being more alike than people think. Assholes comes in both species. "I was a disappointment in their eyes" she muttered. I placed her in my hand. "You are NOT a disappointment. I still fail to see what that has to do with today" I said touching her hair. "Don't you get it?! I'm happy! Nowhere else but here I'm happy! Please don't send me away! I'll pay rent! Just please...don't send me away all alone" she sobbed. Two times in one night my heart broke. What's the odds of that?

"Look at me. I won't send you away. The kids love you; Lari loves you like you're a little sister. I love you. You don't have to go anywhere you don't want to. Do you understand?" I asked. She trembled as she held my fingertip. "I love you so much" she whispered holding it. And it was then I kissed her for real. For a moment, Claire was too shocked to move until instinct and emotion took over. Borrower kisses are...unique for lack of better term. Between borrowers it's exactly the same as humans. However, between a human and borrower, it can be on the lips like a simple kiss or in passion the borrower tends to lick the lip and suck on it. It's what I read. Not like I go around making out with borrowers other than my wife. And Claire...whoo was she horny. She wiped her mouth and blushed looking down at her feet. I gently pushed her onto her back and pulled her pajama bottoms off her small delicate legs and waist. She reciprocated by taking her top off. She wore no bra underneath. When I went for her panties she closed her legs. "Lucas...it's my first time" she whispered. Even though she wasn't married and had no kids, I still thought it was a 50/50 chance she was a virgin. "I won't hurt you. If it helps, Lari was scared too the first time. Hehe...so was I" I said chuckling. She smiled up at me and opened her legs. I pulled off the thin flimsy undergarment to see her neat little trimmed bush. True to my word I took it gentle and slow.

My finger felt along her right arm and down her leg. Her tummy swirling the tip in small circles. I could see her skin flushing. She sighed as my fingertip caressed her cheek and traveled down to her breasts. Soft little pea sized tits with hard nipples she gasped slightly as my fingerprints moved over her sensitive nips. She could feel my warm breath on her as I kissed her tummy before licking it. A slight whimper as I sucked both her tits between my lips. Not too hard. I had gained a lot of experience with that technique when Lari complained about her sore breasts, and I sucked the milk out. When I let go, she had this smile about her. "See, I'm being gentle" I said down to her. "Well, you can umm...be less gentle" she muttered. Well, in that case...

I pinched her right ankle between my fingertips and raised her leg. She squealed in shock as I licked her tiny sole. "Oh god...oh my god..." she gasped. She squeaked when I sucked her sexy foot into my mouth. It didn't taste as much as she had bathed earlier. I had been thinking about this since I first saw her bare feet. The darker part of me just wanting to pin her down as she randomly talked about invoices and reports on my desk. Smelling, licking, and sucking on her tiny feet. Now fun fact about a borrower's feet. They're very sensitive especially the soles. Much more sensitive than a human's. The reason is due to natural selection, borrowers depend on sensing tremors in the ground to avoid predators. Females especially for obvious reasons. It gets even more intense when they're pregnant. More than once, I've made Lari cum just by licking and sucking on her feet. But I didn't want Claire to cum just from that, so I let go of her foot. She spread her toes feeling my saliva between them. I brought her close to my face. "This is where I eat that cute little pussy of yours. Claire covered her face in embarrassment while spreading her legs. I could hear a muffled squeak as I sucked her crotch into my mouth.

Grunting, groaning, her heels digging into my cheek. Her toes spreading and curling. I pulled her hands away from her face. I wanted to see those pretty eyes. Fuck she tasted so good. Her skin, her pussy, her feet. I dare say she was born to be eaten. A horrible man would've just pushed her all in savored her and swallowed her alive. And that scared me. There are horrible people out there who'd do such a cruel thing. And my instinct demanded I keep Claire to myself because of that. Keep her here, impregnate her, breed her. Keep her pregnant, bare foot, and eating my cum. A pretty sex partner I can pick up on a moment’s notice...

No Lucas. Stop thinking like noontime want to share Claire because you know how terrible the world is out there. Claire had jump started an old fear of mine ever since Kori had been born. A fear every parent has. You cannot protect them from everything. Like Claire, one day Kori will want to go out into the world full of people that could abuse her. It kept me up at night sometimes especially if a borrower case made the nightly news. And don't think for one second that I haven't thought about Nathan. A jealous spurned girl taking it out on him. My fears get even worse when Claire cums in my mouth. Oh god it's so sweet. Let go of her Lucas. It would be so easy to just slurp her in...no. Let her go.

I let go of her and I immediately felt better seeing her smiling face. "I never came so hard before" she whispered. "Now let me do you" she said. I almost said no but my erection was hurting me. She looked like she'd seen a monster when I pulled my cock out. "First time seeing one in real life?" I asked. "It's huge!" she yelled. "Actually, I'm average sized. Many men got bigger ones" I said. "You're kidding" she said as I lowered her down. I tensed up slightly feeling her feet sink a little as she stood on my nutsack. "Oh! I'm not hurting you am I?!" she asked. "Not but be gentle" I replied. She was more curious than horny at this point. Her hands felt my shaft. She took in my scent as she felt the vein on my rod. She pulled it down slightly to look at the head. And oh my god, she stuck her tongue into my slit. My cock instantly jerked up taking her with it. She tripped it with her entire body giggling. Using her weight to sway it back and forth. "It's not an amusement ride you know" I said. "Let me have some fun! After all, you thought about eating me. Only far I get to tease you" she said. I was mortified.

"What? You think you're the first to ever look at me with that look in your eyes? I've literally watch men AND women lick their lips at me. One even flat out said he wanted to eat me" she said. Jesus...people are fucked up. Who the hell just says to a random person they want to eat you? "Lucas I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was just teasing. I'm sorry" she said. "I'd never eat you!" I said flustered. "Lucas. It's natural seeing that I taste...good right?" she asked. "You taste like fucking Lucky Charms cereal" I replied softly. "At least I don't taste like expired picked or something" she chuckled. I laughed a little. "Now, how do I get you to cum?" she asked. "Keep playing with it and I will" I replied. She gave me a mischievous grin and gena grinding her body up and down my shaft. Giving these teeny, little pinches, kissing, and licking it. She even went as far to give me a foot job. "You like my feet right? How do they feel on that giant powerful cock?" she asked. "Fucking amazing. Oh god don't stop" I groaned. "Give it to me Lucas. Coat my little body in your seed" she growled. "Oh fuck Claire. It's coming...!" I groaned as a shot my load. And of course it landed right on top of her. The smell triggered her as she moaned and came. And then she smeared it all over her pussy. Oh god my dream is coming true. My literal dream. After she smeared it, she began to eat it.

It was only after we both came down did I think to wash her clean. In the bathroom sink of course. "Where the hell did you learn to talk dirty like that?" I asked. "Pornhub. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I didn't masturbate. Wait...am I still a virgin? Does what we did count?" she asked. "People have been asking that question since borrowers were discovered" I replied. The jury is still out on that. I mean I gave her a bukkake and oral, but can you really say it's not? I mean I did impregnate Lari without penetrating her. What do you think?

[Rusco57]

Wow. That's great stuff.
I thought Chad might have tried something sinister with Kori but that might still happen.
'm glad to see you progressing with this story.

[gundam]

"So, you three been throwing any wild parties since I've been gone?" Lari asked over the phone. "Oh, we had a bangin' party last night. Should've been there. Our 3-year-old son hired strippers. Claire won a drinking contest, and I smoked some great crack out of a broken light bulb" I replied. "Funny. So funny. But seriously, how's it going?" she asked. "Quiet. With you and Kori gone it's really quiet. You've been gone only three days and I miss you" I said quietly. "So do I. You understand why I had to leave right?" she asked. "Absolutely. I was concerned too about your mother having a baby her age. She's due any day now right?" I asked. "Ready to pop. Since we saw her two and a half weeks ago at Kori's birthday party, she's gotten even bigger. She doesn't want to admit it, but she's relieved me and Kori came up to dote on her. Speaking of Kori, she says she's enjoying her time with Chad" she said. "Well, he did behave himself and he does live in the same reservation as your parents. Why not let her spend time with him?" I said. "Hmm. You wanna say hi to her?" she asked. "Sure" I replied. "Kori honey? Daddy is on the phone" Lari said. "Hi dad!" Kori yelled into the phone. "Hey short stuff! Having fun with your other dad and grandparents?" I asked. "Uh huh. He took me to the water park and let me swim all by myself in the kiddie section. I'm kinda old for that" she whispered. "Well, you're 8 now. A big girl" I said. "Exactly! Mom is mad because grandma keeps getting out of bed to bake cookies every night" Kori whispered. "I bet. Grandma needs her rest. How's your grandpa?" I asked. "Really nice to grandma. He rubs her feet and goes to the store to get weird food like pickles and ice cream. But he plays games with me too" she replied. "I see. What's your plans for tomorrow?" I asked. "Chad daddy is taking me to see Inside Out 2 at the theatre. I wanted to see that with you, but he insisted. Dad, why does he wanna see me so much?" she asked. An innocent question abet a heartbreaking one.

"I think he wants to make things right after doing bad things before. Daddies love their daughters and that includes you" I said. "That includes loving him even though he hurt mom?" she asked. "Yeah sweetie. People that are sincere and ask forgiveness should be forgiven" I replied. "Sounds hard" she muttered. Yeah no shit kiddo. Ahem...

"Well, you're a big girl now. Time for some big girl life lessons" I said. I heard squeaking in the background. I turned around to see Claire chasing my buck-naked son with a towel. "Gotta go sweetie. Let me say bye to your mother" I said. "Life lessons huh?" Lari asked. "One we need to consider if Chad is going to be a part of her life permanently" I replied. "Truth. What's that I hear in the background?" she asked. "Our son trying to make a break for it after Claire gave him a bath. He's giving her a run for her money" I chuckled. "Well help her out. He's a handful. Night honey" she said. "Night babe" I said hanging up.

"You okay over there?" I asked walking over to the kitchen nook. "You want a burrito?" Claire asked holding Nathan neatly wrapped in a towel. "No thanks. Looks like it'll give me gas" I said chuckling. I bent down. "You giving Claire a hard time?" I asked him. He giggled and nodded. "Alright" I sighed placing them both in my hand. I carried them to the bedroom where Claire could get him ready for bed. Meanwhile I washed and rinsed his bathing bowl. He may be half the height of my pinky finger, but he can still make a mess. About 40 minutes later, Claire came back to the living room. "He's down?" I asked. "And out" she replied as I picked her up and placed her on the sofa. "You ever give any thought to kids of your own?" I asked. "All the time. Remember that's what my parents wanted of me" she replied. "I meant of your own choosing" I said. "...kind of? Maybe a kid after school and when I'm a full-fledged team member of the firm" she said. "25?" I asked. She shrugged. "Why're you asking?" she asked curious. "Just curious about your life goals. Brad at the office said he was impressed with your idea of recycling old clothing into borrower mainstream brands. You may be team member before you know it" I said. "Really?" she asked. "You own office and assistant" I chuckled. Claire barely smiled. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I wouldn't be your assistant anymore" she said. "Yeah but you'd be making more money and getting more respect. You didn't think you'd be my assistant forever did you?" I asked. "Of course not" she said with a huff. I'm missing something aren't I?

Yeah I missed something. Claire went to her dollhouse shortly afterwards and barely spoke to me the next morning as I dropped off Nathan with the neighbor and then drove us to work. Claire was quiet, almost cold in a professional manner. Emails, appointments, draft submissions. She only talked about work. I'm not the overly sensitive type but I admit I found it a little hurtful. Alone during lunch, I finally asked. "What did I do to make you so angry with me?" I asked. "You don't know do you? You really don't know?" she asked. I didn't answer. "We both know if I move up what we have going right now, this right here would change. And you act like you don't care. That really hurt Lucas" she said. "I didn't say I didn't care" I said defensively. "Well that's the impression I got from you" she said quickly. "Yes it would change but you'd gain so much. You'd really choose this over admiration, respect, and a career?" I asked. "Yes goddammit! I love you Lucas. I love you more than anyone I ever met. That's more important than money or impressing people that don't give a real shit about me. Half the fucking office thinks I'm just your sex toy so why the hairy fuck would I care about taking their crumbs?" she spat stamping her tiny bare foot on my desk. Just then my desk phone rang making her jump.

"Hello. Hey what's up? Really? Uh yeah I'll let her know immediately" I said hanging up. "That was Brad. We got clients wanting to meet with you specifically about your ideas to market borrower attire. This is big Claire" I said. "I just said..."

"This isn't a crumb. You land this account it's a steak dinner. This is how you move up. Regardless of what you say I do not want you to throw away an opportunity. If you get your own office great. Not like you're moving to China or something. You can still see me and of course you can stay at home with us" I said. "...alright" she whispered.

You're probably saying Claire should've realized that to begin with but here's the thing about Claire. She has self-esteem issues and doesn't really like moving out of her comfort zone. It wasn't being an assistant so much she liked. It was taking on more responsibility and losing the affection that drove her to work comfortably. I can say that with clarity now since hindsight is 20/20. Later that evening she was going through a few of Lari's dresses as her standard attire was somewhat...lacking in that sexy professionalism kinda look.

"What about this one?" she asked holding up a black dress. "Looks like you're going to a funeral" I replied. "This one?" she asked holding up a white one. "Better but a little...aggressive? What about that one?" I asked pointing to the red one. "You high? I'll look like a slut" she replied. "Just trying to match your hair. That one there. The grey slightly checkered one" I said. "Not bad. Looks slightly tight in the chest but I can work with that. Even though it's office policy I don't wanna be barefoot. White shoes?" she asked pointing to an open pair of Lari's heels. "That could work. Not aggressive but not meek either. I have an idea" I said turning around and poking though Lari's cosmetic drawer. "Found it" I said. "Found what?" she asked. "You'll see" I said picking her up. I carried her to the living room so as not to risk waking Nathan. I placed Claire on the coffee table while I went to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel and a toothpick. "You gonna tell me what you're up to?" she asked. "I figured if you're white wearing open heeled sandals, why not have your toes white too?" I said. "Is this a pretense to perv on my feet?" she asked grinning. "A little" I muttered as I got things ready.

Claire sat still resting her bare foot on the tip of my finger as I had whetted and dipped the tip of the toothpick in the paint. To me it wasn’t that hard. I had been painting Lari's toenails since she was a teen. Kori too when she wanted to be girly. Technically it was easier to paint Claire's toes as hers was a half millimeter longer. "Why're you blushing. It's not the first time I pampered your feet" I said seeing her red as a tomato. "This is different...never had a guy paint my toes before. It's...I feel cared for Lucas" she said with a whisper. I paused for a moment to kiss her. "I'm glad you're happy" I said resuming. All in all, it took about a half hour to paint them. Then a minute or so to blow on them as she wriggled her toes trying not to laugh. "All done" I said putting away the polish. She stretched out her bare legs to admire her feet. "I feel pretty" she said smiling. I scooped her into my hand. "You are silly" I said poking her shirt covered tummy. "Lucas...umm...I really want to have sex right now" she said shyly.

I gently pulled off her shorts and panties before her shirt. Claire spread her legs and I used my fingertips to gently spread her pussy open for me. She squealed as the tip of my tongue entered her. She rubbed and massaged her tits as I delved deeper sucking every drop of juice she could make. And then suddenly she yelped in pain. I tasted blood. "Oh my god...did I..."

"I'm fine! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she yelled clamping her legs onto the sides of my lips. In my lust, the tip of my tongue went deep enough to tear her hymen. She might not have had cock, but she was definitely penetrated. She was moaning and groaning until she made a squeaking sound and came. The hint of blood quickly washed away by her juices. As she took a breath, I pulled my boxers off and gently laid my shaft on top of her. I had to be careful as its full weight could easily hurt her. Back and forth I moved my dick over her tiny body. She was already horny again as she left a thin shiny trail of pussy juice underneath my shaft. And when I was about to cum, she clamped her mouth over the slit. Her cheeks bulged out in an instant before she let go. Rope after rope of cum sailing over her hand as she gulped down an entire mouthful of it. Mental note to wipe that up off the floor...

We were still snuggling after a half hour of coming down. It was only when we saw the time did we went to bed.

Claire was considerably happier the next morning. The meeting wasn't until 1pm so there was no need to rush out the door. As Nathan was in the bedroom playing some educational game on the tablet, Claire admitted she was in heat hence the heightened arousal last night. Now comfortable with our umm..."arrangement", she wasn't so hesitant to ask for certain things during playtime as we called it. Now since we first had sex, I'd had learned that there were three sides to Claire when it came to sex. The first one was the vulnerable Claire. The one that needed love and affection and that was the first one I'd had seen. Then there was the second side, the submissive Claire. The one that wanted to be treated as a sex object. That was her last night. And now today the dominant Claire. The bolder one that demanded things done to her and be called "Mistress Claire". Don't ask me where she learned that. And here she was saying..."lick my feet giant foot slave" she barked sitting on the edge of the sofa cushion. And here's me on my knees licking her tiny feet. And when she grew bored with that and kicked the tip of my nose..."there's a pussy that needs licking. Get to it" she ordered spreading her legs.

She moaned and held her hands on the bridge of my nose as I ate her out. Her moans turned to whimpers and then to gasps as she came. And FYI, borrowers girls are wetter when in heat. She laid back as I pulled back. Her tiny legs dangling over the sofa cushion. "That was amazing. I wasn't too mean was I?" she asked. "You're not the first to do this to me" I chuckled. "Lari did this too? Our Lari?" she asked. It was interesting to hear her say "our Lari" as it appeared she finally accepted she was family. "Lari isn't an angel. She has that side of her too especially when she's bored" I replied. Claire sat up and shrugged.

After a shower and change of clothes, we were off to work. Claire was clearly nervous riding in my hand and holding her shoes. The women in my office took immediate notice of Claire's different attire. Some congratulated her saying how pretty she was. Claire was half embarrassed half flattered. However, some women did not care for her clothes...no that's not accurate. They were fucking jealous. They wished they looked that good. And fucking hell did she stir up feelings inside me. Half of me wanted to protect her from the world and keep her to myself. The other half wanted her to ride my dick like a showgirl slut. The ponytail and those sexy little toes of hers didn't help. Ahem...anyways, I took Claire to the conference room for the meeting and placed her on the wooden table. Claire slipped her heels on as she needed to adjust to the feeling once more. "She's good?" Brad whispered to me. "She's jittery but she rehearsed it over and over. She just needs to find that rhythm" I whispered back. Brad didn't know but whispering around Claire was pointless. Her borrower hearing easily picked up what he asked. "He doesn't sound confident in me" Claire whispered as I booted up the tablet. "It's not that. He knows you have a great idea and can pitch it. He's concerned you got stage fright" I replied. "I kinda do. My stomach feels like it has butterflies in it" she whispered. "Sounds gross. Why would you eat butterflies? You do know they don't taste like butter right?" I asked. She burst out laughing. "Thanks Lucas. I needed that" she said smiling.

Moments later, three women entered the room. For simplicity’s sake, I'll just use the first letter of their last names. Ms. A was the head of design for Nike. Ms. D for Old Navy, and Ms. R for Polo. And...one moment another woman entered the room. She called herself Ms. C and shockingly enough she was head of design for Victoria's Secret. I looked at Brad who mouthed..."last second". Okay, Claire was not expecting that in her pitch. Claire was like a deer in headlights. "Thank you all for coming in. I'm Brad Wadsworth, this is Lucas Anderson. And this lady who shall be presenting today is Claire Applebottom" Brad said as we all clapped. "Good...good afternoon. Shall we begin?" Claire asked. We all nodded. Claire queued up the tv to wirelessly mirror the tablet.

"For years humans and borrowers have lived either with or separate from one another. Different cultures, different lifestyles, different needs, and lack of laws reinforced that reality until recently. Our society, our peoples entered a new age when the Borrower Rights Act passed. It didn't just grant borrowers access to the human legal system and the rights we all now have. It also opened up a brand-new untapped avenue to economic growth. Clothing made from scratch only for borrowers. Not old worn-out scraps of cloth, rubber, and leather. I mean real quality clothing. And why is this important? Because borrowers like me are entering the workforce. That means the demand for quality clothing but more importantly the fresh injection of disposable income. Borrowers get jobs, borrowers spend money. So why not spend money on your clothing lines?" Claire asked. They all nodded. "Borrowers are already forming professional sports teams just for their kind. Ms. A, don't you think it would be good marketing to see a borrower wearing your Nike brand cleats? Or a pro basketball borrower wearing the new Jordan's? Ms. R, a pro borrower golfer wearing your Polo on tv?" Claire asked. "Sounds very intriguing Ms. Applebottom but how do we even know these borrower sports will even take off? We don't want a repeat of the XFL*" Ms. A asked.

* (Authors note: If you're American and old enough to remember, you know. If not google it and try not to laugh too hard)

"I thought you may ask that. Please watch these two quick videos" Claire said playing the first. The first one was a batter hitting a home run in a baseball field. The other was mostly the same. "Now one of them is a borrower? Which is it?" Claire asked. Neither knew. I knew as I helped her find it online. "Trick question. They're both borrowers. Specially made fields and low, very low camera angles give a false sense of scale but you thought they were major league players didn't you? There's money to be made there just in gambling alone so it's going to take off. You can get in on the ground floor" Claire said. "I see your point but making clothing, using stitches that small is beyond our capability" Ms. D said. Ms. A, R, and C nodded. "Oh, that's not a problem. That's an opportunity for you. You see there's a ready workforce that can physically do it or already trained to. Us. Think about it. Borrowers would flock to you for jobs. They're a protected class so you get tax credits for hiring them which then pays for overhauling infrastructure for their needs. You can advertise how you help them thus winning easy PR points and not to mention borrowers don't need as much maternity leave like humans as we give birth in six weeks. It's an all-around win" Claire said. They all quickly nodded. "What about quality control?" Ms. R asked. "See what I'm wearing? I guarantee you it didn't shrink in the wash. Borrower made from scraps. Borrowers naturally have a high-quality standard as our clothes have to last. We can't just go to Walmart if we rip a shirt."

"Would we need to make special...considerations when making them?" Ms. A asked. "Only a few. Our skin is sensitive to coarse fabric like burlap. But mostly not so different from you" Claire replied. "I noticed you haven't really focused on my scope of business, Ms. Applebottom" Ms. C said. "Umm...I wasn't expecting you to be honest" Claire muttered. "That's my fault. I was in town when a partner told me about this meeting. I apologize. Do you have suggestions?" she asked Claire. "Well, I'm very sure borrowers would appreciate lingerie especially with more of them taking human partners every day. There would have to be considerations though" Claire said muttering the last part. "Such as?" the giantess to her asked. Claire was caught flat footed. She knew the answer but speaking it would be...embarrassing. "Well, umm...borrowers, women borrowers tend to sweat more when in heat so sweat and odor resistant fabric would be a must. Panties would have to be more robust because we...get really wet during that period especially before sex. Stockings would have to be sweat and odor resistant as our bare feet sweat more then. I umm..." Claire stammered and then she looked at me. "Certain colors turn borrowers on more. Red in particular. And the clothing needs to be extra durable as sex can cause...tearing of the clothing" I said quietly. "Hmm. Duly noted" Ms. C said. Thankfully, the meeting ended shortly after ending on a very high note. Each one said they would contact us with a follow-up marketing strategy. Brad was over the moon which helped with what came next. "You two are fucking" he said flatly. "We have it under control" I said. "That's not the issue. If others find out it's going to look like favoritism we hired her" he said. Claire almost went into a panic. "What about Lari?" he asked softly. "Lari knows and supports it" I replied. It was his turn to look shocked.

"You know how this looks. The position you put me in" I know Brad. "Sir please don't blame him. I came onto him. I caused nothing but trouble for him. If you have to fire..." she was saying before Brad stopped her. "I'm not firing anyone even though this a fucking HR nightmare. Avoid the three F's while you're both here" he said. "We will" I said quickly just before he left the room. "Three F's? Claire asked. "Flirting, frenching, and fucking" I muttered. What happened damped the mood to celebrate Claire acing the meeting. We were both quiet that night barely speaking to one another. The next day, Claire was very standoffish at the office especially in the presence of others. She had retreated back into the mild meek Claire that first walked into my office saying she was my new assistant. It hurt seeing her like that. Three days later, Lari called me saying her mother gave birth to a healthy boy.

"So yeah I might be staying longer than expected" Lari said. "It was that bad?" I asked. "Mom was in labor for two hours. Two hours Lucas. They had to give her a transfusion. Dad looked terrified" she replied. "But she is better right?" I asked. Lari stepped to the side of the FaceTime camera to show her mother quietly breastfeeding her new son. "She's better but weak. So how's everything on your end?" she asked. I held my hand up showing her our tiny toddler son asleep. "He misses his momma and big sister. He keeps asking when you're coming home" I replied. Lari grew quiet. "Take all the time you need. Nathan will be just fine" I said. "Especially with Claire there" she said winking. I blushed a little. "Sort of. Claire's been busy with just landing her first accounts" I said. "That's great! You guys should celebrate!" Lari said. "Maybe" I replied. "Did something happen between you two?" she asked. "Nothing. We're just busy" I said lying. "Well don't work too hard. I'll call tomorrow. Kori will be back from her dad then and she can talk to you" Lari said. "Okay honey. Take care" I said ending the call. I'm pretty sure Lari knew I was lying. She also knows I'll talk about it when I feel up to it.

That Friday, Brad came into my office while me and Claire were discussing a hiring campaign for our clients. "Hey Brad" I said softly as he shut the door behind him. "I see things really cooled down between you two" Brad said. Claire and I silently nodded. "We've been keeping it cool like you said" I told him. "I appreciate it. I...look I don't want to dictate how you guys live your personal lives. That's not what I'm about" he said. "I know. Appearances" I said. Brad nodded. "That's not why I'm here. The big boss was so impressed with Claire landing those clients that she's been given her own office, a bump in salary, and a small $3,000 bonus. Congrats Claire" Brad said extending his finger. Claire shook it. "Doesn’t seem you got a lot of stuff so moving you would only take a few minutes" he said. "Can...can Lucas do it?" Claire asked. "Sure" Brad said smiling before he left. Claire sat on my desk totally despondent. She looked up at me with those sad green eyes of hers. "We talked about this remember?" I asked. "And that was then! But now it feels so...real" she said. I placed her in my hand. "I'm very proud of you. You got your own office and you're not even out of college yet" I said. " True" she whispered. "You'll most likely get your own assistant" I said. "I never thought of that" she said curiously. "You know we have to celebrate right?" I asked. She shrugged. I started poking her tummy. "Okay! Okay!" she giggled.

Brad was right, she didn't have a lot of stuff. Some binders, pairs of shoes and socks, change of clothes, and that was it. I carried those and it to her new office just across the floor. There it was on the door. Claire Applebottom on a name plate. Fuck me you could smell the jealousy from the other women. Smelt like burnt almonds. I placed Claire and her things on the floor next to her dollhouse scale desk and the smartphone propped up for her to work on. "You saw that right?" Claire asked. "Fuck em'. Haters gonna hate" I said. "Easy for you to say. You don't have to deal with a bunch of jealous giantesses" she said rubbing the temples of her forehead. "Hate to break it to you but chances are one of them is going to be your assistant" I said. "Fuck! Why'd you have to say that Lucas!?" she yelled shaking her fists. "Calm down. You're acting like they're gonna step on you or something" I said. "They're already annoyed as fuck you're nice to me and now I get this office?" she asked. She stood before the smartphone and opened the Word app. "To my friends and family. First Lari I leave unto you my collection of shoes...." She said voice typing.

"The hell you doing?" I asked. "Getting a jump start on my will" she said. "Don't even joke about that" I said poking her. "Sorry" she muttered. "Settle in and I'll pick you up when it's time to go home" I said. She nodded. I closed the door behind me and paused. I heard whispers suddenly stop. And that's a thing about me. Being around borrowers sharpened my hearing really good. Their bullshit whispering might as well be shouting. "Listen up folks! As you can see, Ms. Applebottom has been promoted on her own merit. I'll say it again...for her OWN MERIT!" I shouted. They all looked at one another then me. "There will be no gossiping, trolling, passive aggressive bullying, or downright slander because of it" I said. "If you're caught harassing Ms. Applebottom by bullying or slander you will be brought before HR for discrimination of a protected class. Understood?" Brad said behind me. I hadn't noticed he was there until then. Probably came out hearing me shout. "Yes...yes sir" they all said. "Good. Ms. Johnson a moment of your time" Brad said to one of them. The woman nodded and followed him into his office. We found out later Ms. Johnson was assigned to be Claire's assistant.


That night we celebrated. I cooked steak and au gratin potatoes. Poor Nathan being too young, had to contend with a chicken nugget three times bigger than he was, instead of a ribeye. I think he was okay with it though. And when Nathan was asleep in his little bed, me and Claire relaxed. A movie and some more wine. Claire was drunk, I was tipsy, and we're both horny. "Use me Lucas. Use me like the fuckin' sex toy I am" she said slurring her words. Well, she said this once before sober so I wasn't taking advantage of her, and you better believe I took her up on the offer. I pulled off her pajamas getting her all nice and naked before assaulting her small little body with kisses and licks. Her little squealing as my tongue ate out her ass. Those toned legs kicking the air. And then I flipped her around. "I think I'll eat you" I said licking my lips. Holding onto her ankle, I raised her over my open mouth and lowered her inside. Claire playfully squealing the entire time "please don't eat me!". We had done this plenty of times before and as long as she didn't say "popcorn" she was all good with it. This time however, I switched it up slightly.

Halfway into my mouth, I clamped my lips shut exposing her pussy and legs to open air. My tongue positioned in a way it covered my front teeth so as not to harm her bare back. She couldn't see what was coming. "Lucas? Lucas...oh fuck..." she groaned as my fingertip began rubbing her tiny clit. She writhed around on my tongue kicking her legs and feet as I masturbated her to orgasm. Her orgasmic cry literally vibrated my teeth. And as she caught her breath, my alcohol laden breath, I slurped her all the way in, shucked my boxers and began quickly jacking off as I sucked and rolled her around in my mouth. And when I came, my post nut clarity made me realize how long she was in there. I quickly spat her out concerned. She coughed and wiped the spit-soaked hair out of her face. "Shit. Are you okay?" I asked. "I didn't say popcorn" she said giggling. Me and Claire took a nice quiet bath after that and fell asleep fairly easily that night. That weekend we kept fooling around more and more as it was her turn to dominate me. Apparently I used up two of my turns "play eating" her as she called it. I'm not embarrassed to say I actually got off with her grinding her tiny bare feet into my balls while using a shoestring to as a whip. I think I created a monster.

Monday came and when we returned to the office Brad came in moments after I did. Apparently, Claire wasn't the only one getting a new assistant. I half expected this, but I was surprised at how fast they moved. "She'll be in soon. She's still filling out paperwork in HR. Lucas, don't seduce this one please" he begged. "Christ Brad. You make me sound like a sex addict" I said. "She fits your type. The boss thinks you can polish this one up too. Just...don't fuck her" he said sighing. So as I sat there curious about my new assistant, I wondered what he meant by "my type". Honestly, I don't have a type. Don't care about race, age isn't too important as long as they're not ancient. Case in point is wouldn't mind eating Lari's mother, Edith's pussy. Chubby isn't too bad as long as they're not a cow. What did he mean by...

Oh...

"And here is Lucas Anderson" Brad said carrying a borrower. He placed her on the table. "Lucas Anderson and you are?" I asked trying to not be dazed. "Danielle Tallflower. Please just call me Dani" she said. "I'll leave you two at it" Brad said making finger gestures saying he was watching me. "One thing quickly Dani. We don't allow heels or flats at work. Neither stockings. It's a slip hazard. Bare feet only" I said. "Ok that's fine. I understand" she said. She sat down and took off her heels. Slowly, and I do mean slowly, she rolled off her nylons. Oh fuck Brad what did you do? You hired a goddamn runway model. Exotic doesn't even come close to describing her. Raven black hair going all the way to the small of her back. Nice C cup (for a borrower) tits with a cleavage anyone could see wearing that top. Hourglass figure. Toned thick muscular thighs telling me she's athletic. Hauntingly beautiful eyes almost amber color. But what really stuck me was her skin tone. Roasted almond which is exceedingly rare for a borrower. And I'm supposed to not be aroused especially with feet that sexy? Might as well ask the pope not to pray. What the hell was she doing working here? I'm not kidding. She should be on a magazine cover. "It is easier to move around" Dani said walking towards me. "Uh yeah" I said trying to regain my composure.


"So where are you from?" I asked. "Originally the Lakota Reservation in South Dakota but I came here to Boston after I graduated college. What about you?" she asked smiling. "Ipswich. Small town south of Boston. So, you're into marketing?" I asked. "I've been told I have a very...active imagination and I'm good with numbers. Got a BA in Business" she said. "That's great. We can always use another person with fresh ideas" I said smiling. I had never met or even heard of a Native American borrower before but apparently they do exist. Explains her features. As the day progressed, me and Dani got along really well. Almost as if she knew what I was thinking before I said it. And maybe it was wishful thinking, but I think she was flirting with me. The way she moved her hips. Her feet. Biting the tip of her thumb. Waving her hair. And when the day was over..."could you carry me downstairs? My feet hurt from all the pacing" she said. "...sure" I said quietly. As we rode the elevator down, she kept rubbing her bare feet across the palm of my hand and smiling up at me.

Crap. She's going to cause me trouble isn't she?

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* (Authors note: If you're American and old enough to remember, you know. If not google it and try not to laugh too hard

To late I laughed hard so reading the hole thing and then I laughed even more reading the authors note
Oh god keep it up love your story

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Hey, it's been a while hasn't it? Almost a month since I talked about what's going on in my life. I guess I should get you caught up. I've sort of gotten used to my new assistant Dani. She isn’t just looks but smart as well. Really good head for numbers and can learn things pretty fast. Far more outgoing than Claire is, which is probably why she's a hit in the office. The girls really like her. Joking, gossiping, even going out to lunch with them. At first I thought it was because of that announcement Brian gave when Claire was promoted. You know the one where he said he'd lay down the law on anyone giving borrowers shit. No, I can tell fake friendliness from the genuine article. You have to in this game. Now as for Claire, the girls were kinder to her but...well it was more like being tolerated than anything else. Claire pretends it doesn't bother her, but I've been around her long enough to know when she's holding it in. Not saying she's miserable. In fact, she's grown into her job. She really likes Brittany her assistant probably because they're close in age. Brittany is 23 while Claire's 20. I'm glad she's found something of a friend in Brittany. Now going back to Dani, I can't help but feel that she's...interested in me.

She does things that catch my personal attention. She takes her shoes off and places them near my hands. Paints her tiny toes colors that make them stand out contrast to her almond skin. Reds, whites, greens. Her skirt is a few millimeters shorter than normal. Shows her cleavage. When she sits she sits with her legs out crossed with her bare feet pointed my way. Scrunching her tiny toes as she talks to me. As if she knows what buttons to push. Maybe I'm reading into it too much. Maybe my dick is talking too loudly. Or...she does have a thing for me. Even if she did she's forbidden fruit. Brian made that very clear. I still hear the words he said but I can't help but fantasize about Dani. Licking her little snatch, tasting those sweet borrower pussy juices. Seeing that cute face plastered with my cum. I do have to admit to one thing. The other day while she was on the floor checking an Ethernet connection (she insisted she do it herself) I picked up her shoe and smelled it. Faint but I could smell the scent of her sweaty feet from the insole. Yeah I know it was creepy I'll admit that. I didn't say I felt good about it.

Claire is still living with me and enjoys helping me with Nathan. I don't think she wants to say anything but the idea of having a child of her own is starting to enter her mind. At first I thought it was kinky to gather up my cum in her hand and shove it up her cunt but I'm not so sure anymore. Yeah we're still getting it on which reminds me tonight she wants to try more mouth play which I'm happy to oblige before Lari and Kori get home. Edith, Lari's mother, is much better than before and moving around and Lari is enjoying bonding with her new brother. Kori is still slightly confused having a baby for an uncle. Both of them are ready to come home and I'll be happy when they do. I miss Lari lying in bed with me talking to 3am. I miss Kori's scent and how she likes to play in my hair. Speaking of Kori, Chad is still on good behavior with her with even buying her back-to-school clothing. I'm happy they can have a father daughter relationship. It's going to be busy with them back, especially Kori as I was notified that the Massachusetts Dept. of Education finally decided what to do about the borrower school situation. They're going to have borrowers in a class of their own within the school however they'll have one or two students assigned as "helpers". I guess so both parties can get used to one another. Student orientation is a week away.

My phone just beeped. Hmm. Brian wants to see me right quick. I headed over to his office and knocked. "Come on in Lucas" he said. "Sup Brian?" I asked. Brian looks really annoyed. "Something came up and I need you to fly to New York for a meeting. Remember the Callaghan account?" he asked. I nodded. That account I landed last year was for a photography company that specializes in borrower model photography. Borrower models are cheaper to pay and manage. "Yeah what about it?" I asked as they were in good standing with us as far as I knew. "They want a meeting with us to negotiate a modification of their contract. Claire's project is apparently making waves, and they want in with some of the photography contracts that's gonna generate. They want to lower the fee in lieu of more jobs. We can but I need someone to play hardball. No lower than 7%" Brian said. It wasn't uncommon for a client to ask for a lower percentage if they're getting more work. It's a game of numbers in which I won't bore you with. So off I went to New York. I made sure Claire and Nathan were squared away before I left. Most of the house is borrower easy access to begin with.

The flight was like 45 minutes tops and there was a car waiting for me when I arrived. It took me to my hotel where I would be staying for three days. Maybe more but I doubt negotiations will take that long. Once I'm settled in I'm taken to Callaghan Images. I patiently wait in the lobby until one of the higher ups comes down for me. On the wall are pictures they've taken. To the average person, you can't tell which one is a human and the other a borrower. I can for obvious reasons. "Mr. Anderson! Daniel Callaghan. Thanks for schlepping all the way to the Big Apple. We may live in the digital age but things like this require a personal touch" he said. "No problem. At Holstrom Marketing Solutions we believe in handing our clients with a personal not clinical relationship" I said. Yeah I'm brown nosing. Comes with the job.

He leads me to the elevator, and we go up to the 4th floor to Conference room 3 where the meeting will take place. I was surprised to find a borrower, a young borrower standing on the table. "Oh Mr. Anderson this is my daughter Rena. Rena sweetie this a friend of daddy's" he said. I sat down and the girl approached me. Now this close I can see her far better. 9 years old. 10 at the most. Black hair, green eyes, white, nice little shirt, jeans, and even sneakers. She looks like a typical kid, and you'd never know she was two and half inches tall unless you were sitting in front of her. "Hiya Mr. Anderson" she said extending her hand. "Hi Rena. I have a daughter almost your age" I said shaking her tiny hand before showing her a picture of Kori on my phone. Rena giggled. "Did you have fun at your shoot today?" Daniel asked. "Yep!" she replied. "That's good. Now I gotta do business but I promise to see you later. Ms. Rogers" he said to an assistant that I didn't even notice behind me. She picked up the girl and left the room.

"Your daughter models?" I asked. "She had a 'Back to School' shoot today. Borrower sized backpack and textbook. We did cutesy ones too with her sitting on an apple or such. Cutesy sells" he said shrugging. He had a point. It does. "Speaking of school. How did you handle it with her?" I asked. "Home schooling. New York is still trying to get their shit together about the bill that came down. Can barely handle normal sized kids" he muttered. He flipped open a portfolio. "Now down to business. Word on the street is spreading fast about certain companies going on to market clothing to borrowers. That means photoshoots and fashion shows. My company is spreading out to snatch up those contracts so we wanted to renegotiate your fees. Right now it sits at 10%. That comes to around 3.121 million in 2023. We want a more...reasonable 5%. You still stand to make considerably more if we land those contracts" he said. "That's not a very good argument for my side. We stand to make even more with the original agreement. However, I am allowed to make a concession of...8%" I said. "And what if we just sighed with another when the contract is up for renewal?" he asked. "Then you lose access to our patented social media algorithms that advertise your services. You could leave and try your luck with another, but do you want to risk that during expansion?" I asked. "You have a point. Risky venture but risk is part of the game. 7%" he said. "I think we can live with that" I replied. "Then let me have our lawyers draw up the paperwork. In the meantime, would you like to see one of our shoots?" he asked. "Why not? I am curious" I replied. He nodded and called for his assistant. "Ms. Rogers can you show our guest to a shoot we’re having this afternoon?" he asked. She checked her phone. "We have one with Casey Littlefoot at Drew's Market at 2" she replied. "Sounds good to me. Please see to our guest" he said. She nodded and escorted me with her.

It wasn't that far away from 2pm so I rode in the car with her as she drove me to a location in the Bronx. I was curious as to why a photoshoot at some market. A big grocery chain okay but a market wouldn't have money to spend on a photoshoot. So why there? She parked and we got out. Yeah a small outdoor market like I suspected. Fruit lined up on a wood table and a photographer reading his camera. "Is Casey ready?" Ms. Rogers asked him. "In the van getting changed. Should be ready though" he replied. She nodded and knocked on the back door. "Casey you up?" Rogers asked. "Ready as I ever been!" a small little voice replied. Rogers opened the door and reached in. I was shocked by what I saw next. A black borrower. An actual African American borrower. I had never met one in real life before. Hell I hadn't met one of mixed race until Dani last month. Her dark brown skin a stark contrast to Roger’s pale dried palm. She carried her to the table. "So, we got the apple, orange, pear, and...lemon" the photographer said. "Yeah I know" Casey sighed. Casey wore a candy apple red dress with matching red heels. "This is for a market?" I asked. "No, the market is just a location we got for free publicity. The client is a clothing line. Dresses that match the colors of fruit" Rogers replied. Now it made more sense.

I watched in fascination as Casey posed for picture after picture. 20, some 30 a fruit then a few minutes to change and rest. "Never seen you before" Casey said to me. I approached her. "Come closer I don't bite" she said chuckling. "What's your name?" she asked. "Lucas...Lucas Anderson" I replied. "Never seen a black woman borrower before?" she asked. "Sorry. Is it that obvious?" I asked. "I know the look. What do you think?" she asked twirling around her lemon-yellow dress. "It's pretty" I said leaning closer. Casey had her hair straightened. Tall for a borrower coming in around 4 inches. Long legs, white painted toenails. It was easy to see why she was a model. Her age was maybe 24 or so. Hard to tell with her even for me. By the time they were done it was just past 7pm. Five long hours but with me staring I didn't even notice. "You hungry?" Casey asked me. "Starving. I haven’t eaten since this morning" I replied. "I know a place. Hey Sharon? Could you take us to Rizolo's?" she asked. "Sure. You want car service later?" Mrs. Reynolds asked. "Probably. I'll give you a ring" Casey replied.

An hour and six blocks of New York traffic later...

"You like Italian?" she asked. "Who doesn't?" I replied. "Good. They make an excellent clam linguini" she replied. "Come here often?" I asked. "Now and then. Gotta watch the carbs" she replied. As I read over the menu, I noticed people staring at us. "You noticed right away huh" she said. "The stares?" I asked quietly. "Yeah the stares. They ain't never seen a black borrower before" she said. "Honestly neither had I until this afternoon" I said. "Least you're slicker about it. They staring like I'm a unicorn" she said. "Or honest politician" I chipped in. She laughed. "You been around borrowers a lot haven't you?" she asked. "What gave that away?" I asked. "You speak softly naturally as to not hurt my ears. You tend to look down when you walk. The way you hold that menu with your index finger on the back. You even smell different" she said. "To answer your question yeah I'm around borrowers a lot. Married to one, got two kids by her" I replied. "Married to one. That's uncommon. Natural kids too?" she asked. "One is my stepdaughter" I replied. "You must know all about us then" she said smiling at me. I could tell people were actively snooping on our conversation. "They're bothering you aren't they?" she asked. "I don't like the stares or muttering" I replied. "We can go somewhere else" she said. "We're not far from my hotel. We can order in and eat privately" I said. Honestly, that was really my intention at the time.

Casey called for a pickup and we were taken to my hotel. I took her up to my room and we ordered room service. "Honestly this is better anyways. Can you spare some ketchup?" she asked eating a French fry. I squirted a tiny drop on her plate. "So, what about you? So far all we’ve talked about is me" I said. "Sounds fair. Me and my family are from Mississippi. Great grandmother was a white borrower that lived in the servant's quarters. Got found out by a butler and cared for. Fell in love, had a white borrower baby. Butler quit because of the baby and got some cheap land to farm. Farm worked out. Baby grew up and fell in love with the neighbor boy next farm over. A while later my mom was born, and her dad inherited the farm belonging to my great grandfather. Cycle repeats with a nice boy from Jackson and I was born. First of my family to leave Mississippi. Hell, first one to get a college degree" she said. "How'd you end up modeling?" I asked. "Me being black I got scouted. Everyone wants to see the unicorn. White blondes are a dime a dozen in the modeling world. A black borrower? That's special. Shit, I got ketchup on the dress " she muttered. "If I hurry I can get it out before it stains" I said suddenly picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom. I pulled off her dress and gently began scrubbing the spill out with my fingers. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Most people ask before pulling my dress off Lucas" she said. "Oh shit I didn't even think about it. I'm sorry Casey" I said. "I'm fucking with ya. Models aren't that shy about their bodies" she said. "You have nothing to be shy about. You're beautiful" I said. I heard her tiny feet slapping on the sink porcelain. "You really mean that with no strings attached don't you?" she asked.

I looked down at her and saw a look of sadness in her eyes. "Why would there be strings attached?" I asked. "Must guys, and girls say that to me, so they fulfill their fetishes with me. Flatter the borrower so she'll agree to lick your feet, cunt dive, or...be eaten" she replied softly. My blood ran cold. I stopped cleansing her dress and placed it over the air vent to dry. I carried her back to the bed. "Casey? Were you abused?" I asked. "In the past to get assignments from borrowers who were more...light skinned. I did things and they did things in return" she said quietly looking away in shame. "Has this guy Daniel ever do those things?" I asked. "Him no" she replied quietly. The main reason I'm so good at my job is that I can read between the lines. Notice she said not him. "Others at his firm?" I asked. She didn't answer. I wanted to interfere, really I did but blowing a contract this size wasn't an option. As I held her I brought her to my face and went to kiss her. "Please don't. I don't deserve your sympathy" she said. "Casey you were taken advantage of. You have nothing to be..."

"I tricked you" she muttered. "Wha?" I asked. "I was told to flirt and have sex with you, so you'll go through with signing the contract tomorrow" she said looking up crying. I was angry, pissed, furious but not at her. "How long do you have left on your contract?" I whispered. "Six months" she replied. My company knows other modeling agencies. When your contract is up, come see us. We can find you a place that treats you like a person" I said. Casey trembled and began sobbing in my hand. All that shame and misery flowing out of her. It was probably an hour later around 9 that she finally settled down. "Call them and tell them you'll be staying with me tonight, so they don't get suspicious" I said. Casey quietly nodded and borrowed...hehe...borrowed my phone to make the call. "Let me guess. They didn't say shit" I said. "Not a peep" she replied. "What do we do next?" she asked. "Order cheesecake. New York style of course" I said. Casey nodded giggling. We sat there in bed eating cheesecake watching Fear the Walking Dead. Casey clutching my finger when it got scary. My finger petting her hair. "I can see why you're married. You're really kind Lucas even to us borrowers" she said.

"Because to me you're no different than humans. You have hopes and dreams, needs, and wants, and feelings just like I do. Just because you're small doesn't mean there's not a person there" I said poking her tummy. "I wish there were more of you in the world" she said. "No, I think one Lucas Anderson is enough. The world can't take anymore handsome" I said. Casey burst out laughing and fell over onto my half-eaten cheesecake. "Look at yourself. You look like a s'more" I said. "As long as you promise not to eat me you can lick it off" she said taking her bra off. "You mentioned that earlier. Someone really fucking did that?" I asked. "Uugh. Rich asshole did it. He took antacids, I lathered up in olive oil, and the bastard swallowed me whole. I do not want to try that again" she replied. "Well, you won't have to worry about that with me. I'm full from the cheesecake" I said grinning. "How about that licking?" she asked. "How about we share a bath instead?" I asked. She shrugged and nodded.

Casey sat still on my chest as I washed her. It only took seconds to wash off the cheesecake, but I indulged her by washing her body properly. "Why did you turn me down?" she asked. "If I hadn't I would've felt guilty later. You told me something very intimate and traumatic Casey" I replied. "It's not fair. It's not fair!" she yelled slamming her tiny fist down on the edge of my belly button. "You have to go back tomorrow. You're gonna leave" she muttered as if answering the question of what she meant. "Casey look at me" I said. She turned around. Little soap suds dripping off her cute little tits. "I can't be who you want me to be but that doesn't mean there isn't someone out there for you" I said before pouring some water over her. She wiped her face. "What if I don't meet them Lucas? I act tough but I don't wanna be alone" she said trembling. "I'm not very religious but I've seen enough to know some things don't happen randomly. I met my wife because her and her dad wanted to steal potato chips one day. Saved her from domestic violence on a fluke. Had a son by a fluke. Saved the life of a girl on a fluke. Met you of all the borrowers in New York I met you. You won't be alone Casey" I said quietly now holding her. Casey quietly nodded to me.

After drying off, I took Casey with me back to bed. Before turning in, I cheered her up with a massage. "Christ Lucas. You're a magician" she whispered as my fingertip traced her delicate little spine. "I take it you like it?" I asked. "You kidding? My pussy is getting wet" she said. I hadn't noticed until she said something, but I could smell her tiny pussy being aroused. "You must've gotten in a lot of practice" she said. "Been doing this for my wife since she was 14" I replied. Casey turned her head to look at me. "It wasn't like that back then. We were crushing sure but not like that. Lari is tall for a borrower. Just a hair under four inches. When she was around 14 she hit a big growth spurt. Shot up a quarter inch in a single summer. Poor girl's joints were snapping and popping every time she moved. Tylenol took the edge off, but she needed something better especially during the time of the month for you guys" I said. "So, you massaged her to feel better. I see" Casey said. "I was terrified at first. We both were. I started simple with her legs, then arms. Then I moved on to her spine. Just rubbing gently. Nothing sexual I just wanted her not to suffer" I said. "That's sweet" Casey said smiling. "And when we saw I didn't break her back I moved onto more delicate stuff like her hands and feet. Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. "I don't recall seeing that look on a man before. A love that deep and pure. If you don't mind me asking, when did you guys get serious?" she asked. "Her 16th birthday. We snuck some Jack Daniels up to my room. We got lit and well...I was in love and she was trusting of me. The booze brought out our inner feelings. It was still awkward. Sure, there's plenty of borrower porn out there but it's different with a girl you've known for years. She's not a sex toy. She's a person with feelings. She was...my borrower and I let her know that. Mine and nobody else's. Man, I was so scared of how she'd react. You see, I wasn't as confident in myself back then as I am now" I said.

"How'd she take it?" she asked. "She smiled that perfect smile and said she was mine. Her words...I'm fine being yours. The girl I've loved since I first saw her just told me she's mine to have. I nearly came in my pants. I slipped off her clothes and then just...stared at her in my hand. First time I ever saw her naked and she was beautiful. Drunk some more liquid courage and we started kissing, and then...well you get the idea. We passed out on my floor and the next morning she was caked with dried cum. I'm not fucking around; she looked like someone had coated her in expired vanilla frosting. Even with a scrub in the bathroom sink my scent was still on her. Her folks knew what we did, and they weren't happy. Not because we had sex, but because I was a human. I was good enough for a crush. Not good enough to be her mate" I said quietly. "That hurt you didn't it?" she asked. "Yeah it did. I think the one hurt most was Lari though. I don't have to tell you that borrowers start thinking about long term life stuff earlier than humans. I was stressing about algebra class and finding time to play with Lari. She was stressing about getting shit for wanting me to be her husband. Long story short after a disastrous arranged marriage, I ended up with her anyways. Some things happen in ways they're just meant to happen. If me and Lari had stayed together way back then, Kori would never have been born. You feel better?" I asked. Casey rolled to her side. "Yeah I do. Lay down with me" she said. I laid down in bed next to her and turned off the lights. "Can I pretend you love me? Just for tonight?" she whispered. I kissed the back of her head. "You don't have to pretend that hard" I chuckled. "Goodnight Lucas" she whispered. "Night Casey" I whispered back.

The next morning Casey was picked up around 10 and I headed over to Callaghan Images to sign the new contract. I barely spoke to Daniel and didn't want to after whoring Casey out. I remembered his borrower daughter Rena as we signed the contract. Wondered how he like it if someone like him traded her for money and sex. The kid clearly had a future in modeling and one day when she was older a guy like him comes along...no. I shouldn't even think about wishing that on anyone. It's just...I skipped over some things about my time with Casey last night. Things hard to put into words. Emotions mixed and jumbled together about me, Casey, and Daniel here. I pretend it was some noble act not having sex with Casey. The truth was I wanted to so fucking badly I could taste it. Another conquest. A chance to compare the taste of her wet little pussy to Claire's or Lari's. To listen to her moan as she came on my tongue. Edith told me I was too hard on myself when it came to my sexual feelings. Maybe I am. Maybe that's why I write all of this down so I can read it later and reflect on it.

After the signing, I flew right back to Boston and arrived back at the office around 4. I could’ve just gone straight home but filing my expenses, dropping off the contract, giving Brad the debrief could be done now and I can take the next day off. Brad was pleased with the contract, and I didn't mention Casey right then. That can come later. Dani was surprised to see me enter my office and nearly jumped. At that moment only me, her, and Brad were there in the office. Everyone else knocked off at 4. Dana seemed happy to see me return, really happy. She was talking a mile a minute about what she did since I had been gone. And then promptly fell out on my desk. "Dani!" I yelled propping her little head up with my fingertip. "I'm okay. Just dizzy. Man, it's hot in here" she said sitting up and pulling on her top. I quickly fanned her. "Sorry. It's umm..." she whispered. "You're in heat" I said. She looked at me shocked. "I'm married to a borrower remember?" I asked. She looked down at her feet. "Look. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a part of you. It makes as much sense as human women being embarrassed about hot flashes" I said. "Guess me passing out gave it away" she said. "Not quite. I've known for two days. I don't smell bad to you do I?" I asked. "You smell fantastic! I...mean...shit" she said sulking. "Fantastic or shit?" I asked. Dani broke into a giggle. "I needed that. Recently I stopped taking this drug to suppress that monthly reaction. Maybe I need to go back on it so things like this don't happen in public" she said. "Didn't know there was a drug that can do that" I said. "Similar to human birth control. It suppresses the hormonal changes, but the side effect is it causes me to lactate. Milk pads are shockingly expensive" she said quietly. That explained why she smelled sweet sometimes.

"If you're just being around me in the office you don't have to take the drug. Claire doesn't" I said. "She doesn't?" she asked. I shook my head. "Umm...Lucas? Is it true that you and Clare are...involved?" she asked sheepishly. I didn't know whether to panic or lie. "Is that the rumor?" I asked. She quietly nodded. "Yeah it's true" I replied. For some reason I didn't feel like lying to her. Maybe it was her eyes. Soft and nonjudgmental. "And you're married?" she asked. "Recently I've decided to shift some of my moral views to a more borrower point of view. Not to violate Claire's privacy, certain things happened that drew us closer" I said quietly. "Really? She seems like she has it so together and she's younger than me" Dani said. "People put on a public face. You never know what's going on underneath" I said shrugging. "I never thought of it that way" Dani whispered. "Bottom line is this. I'm your friend or at least I hope you see me that way. You don't need to be embarrassed around me. We got a few reports left. We can stop or we can plow through and knock them out within an hour or so" I said. "Knock em' out" she said smiling. "Fine but first coffee" I said getting up. I returned with a cup we could share.

As it turned out we finished our work within 15 minutes. Simple case of misplaced file. However, me and Dani stuck around and talked as we had our coffee. I knew Dani was half Navajo, but I didn't know she had wilderness training. Her father, a human, knew a safe life for her wasn't happening so he taught her how to survive. Her dad was old school Navajo. Taught her the language, dressed the part especially during special festivals and rituals. Taught her to respect and use nature for her own benefit. Funny enough, her great grandfather was a "Windtalker" in WWII. Dani told me how her dad taught her how to survive. Every age-old trick in the Navajo book. Taking her out into the desert to train her and when she was 16, literally abandoned her and told her to meet him half a mile away. Now that doesn't seem far to me and you but for a borrower it might as well have been 15 miles. It was risky, dangerous even but that's how he rolled. I can't imagine Kory walking through a desert full of things looking to eat her. The old coot must've been sweating. It took Dani three days.

Traveling during the night mostly to stay cool and avoid reptiles, and airborne predators. She told me how she had to kill a desert tarantula, mosquitoes, and a very sleepy rattlesnake. She cut open various plants for water with a homemade knife. I didn't even know she had the damn thing with her until she showed it to me strapped to her upper thigh. But she made the journey and came home. Her mother, a borrower, showered her with love while giving her father some choice words that would make Samuel L. Jackson jealous. Recognized as a badass, Dani was considered "one of the guys" and was given a last ritual to confirm her adulthood. A peyote trip. Me I've never done anything harder than weed but she told me some wild shit. Sitting naked in the chief's living room listing to chants and smelling incense, she began tripping. Walls spoke to her. Plants danced. The giant old man watching over her turning into stone. She wandered outside and felt the coolness of the concrete porch under her tiny bare feet. All the while the chief watched her talk to the stars. Of course I asked her what they said. Her reply was..."two traditions must give way to a third".

Dani didn't understand what that meant when she came down. The chief told her that she had to start her own tradition. A child of two traditions she had to begin one herself. Dani thought long and hard on it and decided to go to college and enter the human workforce. Something neither parent had ever done. Her father never went to college and her mother never worked among humans. "So here I am all because I got high as fuck" she said laughing. "I find it amazing actually" I said. She was taken by surprise. "Not really. A lot of borrowers have gone to college and began working" she said quietly looking away. I touched her hand and held it between my fingers. "It takes courage to go against the grain and make your own path" I said quietly. She held my finger between her hands. "That's sweet Lucas" she said smiling. "It's getting late. I can take you home. No need to waste money on an uber" I said.

Dani lived with a roommate not that far away. Just a simple 8-minute drive. For Dani though I think it meant more to her. She seemed...happy. I parked and carried her in my hand to her apartment door. "You can take tomorrow off" I said quietly. "Lucas? Thanks for being such a sweet guy. It's made the transition a lot easier for me" she said. "No problem" I said petting her hair. Her roommate must've heard us because she opened the door. "You must be Lucas" the young woman said. "Uh yeah" I said kinda surprised. "You said he was cute" the woman said grinning. "Shut up Andrea!" Dani yelled. I handed Dani off to her and said goodnight.

What I didn't know at the time was working late that night with Dani would have grave consequences...