Vacant Chapter 3 Involved

I cant place you how much I appreciate this, Ethan. Shes wrapped tightly in one of my towels, and I obtain a stirring. I wonder if she understands shes half-naked in front of a stranger. I try non to be obvious in my perusal of her form her body is small, but her tits are high, round, and a little declamatory for her frame, though no complaints. I briefly wonder what her nipples look like, and lick my lips but catch myself in the lead my ogling turns creepy.Its no problem, I answer hastily, refusing to look further at her.I stop short ahead making my next statement. No matter how much I tell myself to mind my own business, I cant interpretm to champion dispensing advice. You drive in, you cant live with disclose utilities, Emily. I wonder where this girl comes from that she thinks living with no water or electricity isnt a problem my level of concern is now elevated a notch or two.I know, but she stops herself. yea, I know.I have this feeling that theres something off here , and I cant thin out the fact she seems to be without essentials. I typically shower in the morning, so if you want to come over at night and shower until you get the utilities turned on, thats cool. I turn away, wanting to give her seclusion to dress because she needs to get dressed I need her to get dressed.So like, what do you do all day? I can hear the snap of the elastic on her panties against her hip as she finishes putting them on. Shit, these duplex units are too small Or is my hearing that good? I cant help the thoughts that run through my head. Thinking about her body is a complication I do not need or want. However, chiding myself doesnt stop me from picturing the slight curve of her hips, her shapely thighs, or perfectly muscled backside.I go to run low, I snap, feeling guilty. Seconds later, her voice is right behind me. Oh yeah? Where do you work? Her tone is light and her remark impulsive. I need to get a job.I turn so were face to face and she can see my eyes. Sometimes, emotion seeps out through the eyes. I dont want her to see any vulnerability in mine. Once youre seen as weak, people are quick to take advantage.I work down at the grocery store. She smiles and looks down. She doesnt want me to see her eyes.Thats really close, so I could take the air there. You think theyre hiring?Dont know. I have to keep it uncomplicated. Expanding on my answers will only lead to pulging more than I intend to offer. We stare at each other for a fewer more seconds before I break the silence. Well, I Oh gosh, Im sorry. Ive done it again. You must have to get ready for your day. I come barging in here and ruin your routineIts fine I just have to take a shivery shower before work. The words are heavy in the air. They arent meant as they sound as Im genuine shes used all the hot water in the small hot water tank, but aft(prenominal) thinking about her showering and changing in my bathroom, perhaps a cold shower for another antecedent isnt a bad idea. Yeah, okay. Ill see you later. Great now, she thinks Im a pervert.I dont see her for two days. . .And for 48 hours, I worry.Dont get involved. Keep things simple.Take care of yourselfDAMN ITIts 10 p.m., and I cant stand it anymore. I know something isnt right. No utilities, no furniture, wears the same clothes, and I can hear her. I hear the sobbing any night through the thin-ass sheetrock.Emily, I say in a slightly raised voice. Fucking non-existent walls.Yeah? she sniffles.Can I come over?The pause seems to go on forever before she answers. Its a yes mingled with sobs.Dont get involved.Keep things simple.Take care of yourselfIts too late. . .I sit on the edge of her mattress not knowing what to do.Thanks for coming over. Nightstheyre the hardest.Emily? Whats passing game on? Tell me the truth. Im not going to rat you out or anything. I chance a look at her face and the fear is evident. I defy to focus on her in her thread bare tank and panties.Youre not renting this place, are you? I surmise aloud. I think Ive known this for some time but just didnt want to bear it. Admitting it makes it real. Making it real means Im stuck I cant walk away now, realizing what I know.Please Please dont tell anyone Shes frantic, on the edge of mania. I scoot closer in hopes of easing her.Not too big after I moved into my first group home, the baseball my father gave me when I was seven, got stolen. It was one of the few personal items I owned. A staff from the group home tried to comfort me when I observed it was missing by hugging me and patting my hair.I attempt to mimic the same gestures for Emily, because its the only comfort I know. She clings to me like a lost swimmer gripping a buoy in an endless sea. Finally, she quiets and the international nautical mile in my stomach comes back. I know I have to find out whats really going on. I need to press her for more information since it seems Im intent on helping her.Tell me.