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Jolie cut across the park, glancing at her watch and allowing herself a brief smile. She had run two miles in just under twelve minutes, and her breath was coming fast and hard as she ran hard towards the corner. The one good thing about breaking up with Steve was that she was making time to work out. Not that she had a lot of time, between a full course load at the university and waiting tables three nights a week. Now that she was single again, though, every time she felt herself getting stressed, she put on her running shoes and little running shorts and ran, timing herself, pushing herself, and losing the weight that had been creeping up on her trying to keep up with Steve, who like most of the guys at school, seemed to live on beer and pizza and never showed an ounce of fat.

She had got back down to a decent weight. She would never be like one of those skinny girls, she was just too curvy, but she had a nice flat tummy now to go with her strong legs, big round butt and DD breasts. All in all, she was happy with how she looked, even with a sports bra holding her big breasts down and the skin tight shorts molded to her ass and thighs. Her blonde hair was swept back in a ponytail, and she only wore a little make-up. After all, she wasn't trying to pick up guys. She was through with guys, at least until she got out of college and met some who weren't so shallow.

Somebody whistled at her, and Jolie pushed harder. She raced across the park, knowing that she got looks, and proud of her beauty, even though she didn't want anyone right now. She wanted something real, and she knew she wasn't going to get it from college boys. She wanted romance. She wanted to feel loved and cared for. Steve had wanted her to look like a million bucks while he took her on two dollar dates to keg parties and fast food joints. Whenever she suggested that maybe they try something a little nicer, he called her a snob and that had been what finally broke them up. Sure, she was lonely now, but in a way, it was better than feeling pinned down. She was free, and she could hold out for someone who treated her like a princess. She deserved it, and she was worth it.

She came out of the park and the WALK light was lit. She sidestepped a couple who didn't seem to want to go, and raced out across the street. She heard tires and her head snapped to the side. A little red sports car was zooming through the intersection, making the right turn, and she saw the panicked look on the driver's face as he stomped on the brake.

Jolie jumped and the car swung into the corner, back wheels skidding, and the rear end swung out and clipped her leg. She spun in the air and landed on her hip, rolling head over heels across the intersection, and getting a glimpse of the red sports car tearing away before her head smacked against the pavement and everything went black for a moment.

When she opened her eyes, at first she just felt pain. One of her hands and one of her knees were scraped by the pavement, and she felt battered and bruised all over, but nothing was broken. She could walk, except her limbs were like jelly. She felt a little dizzy and a little sick, but she knew that was just the adrenalin. She let out a breathless little laugh. She was going to be alright.

 

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The world seemed to spin around her as she lay on the pavement, but then there was a face that she could fix on, a kind-looking, elderly man whose lips were moving. In the back of her mind, she knew the sounds that were coming out of his mouth were words. She knew that she knew the words and that she could understand them if she wanted to, but it was like standing at the edge of a cold beach. She knew she could swim, but the water was so cold washing over her feet that she would hesitate to go any deeper. She smiled at him.

His hands were on her arms, pulling her up, and then he had picked her up with one arm under her knees and the other under her back, like a child. She saw him carrying her to a car, and was glad that she didn't have to jog all the way back to her dorm, because her leg hurt. He lay her down in the back, and the car took off, and she watched the sky going by through the window. Then he started talking again, and she knew she had to just clench her teeth and dive in the water.

"Jolie," she said, and tried to answer the other questions he had asked, even though it had been a long time ago. "May 15, 1992. I mean, September fourteen. Wait, what?" She sat up, and her head spun viciously. "I got hit by a car?"

As soon as she said it, she remembered, and the pain kicked in. She gave a little whimper and nodded her head, saying "Thank you."

The hospital is too bright and too white and smells of disinfectant and death. She answers too many questions, too many times and fills out at least a million forms before a doctor comes in and asks her the same questions again. She is poked and prodded for a while, and her scrapes are cleaned and she gets a jab to prevent infection and another for the pain, and after several eons (a little under an hour according to the clock) she walks out into the waiting room, floating a little from the painkillers they gave her, and sees the old man with the kind face waiting for her.

"You didn't have to wait for me," she says, smiling at him gratefully. "I hope I didn't make too big a fool of myself. They said that it was normal to be a little confused after a sudden shock like that, so ... if I acted like a dope, it wasn't my fault. I'm Jolie." She offered him her hand.

 

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"Well I cant imagine anyone else here was going to take time out of their day to drive this pretty girl home."

Jolie blushed a bit at the compliment. While she knew she was good looking, she wasn't used to being told so by older men. That he said it as a matter of fact that he was commenting on, instead of as a reason why she should sleep with him.

"I'm sure you are on quite a few painkillers and its likely that you shouldnt be driving."

"Not to mention that I forgot to drop my car at the hospital," she teased, laughing a little too hard from the meds and realizing it, covering her mouth and then smiling. "I'm sorry. You're right, I shouldn't be driving."

"Do you live with your parents or boyfriend or do you live alone?" he asked her, as they pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

"I live at the dorms at the university," she explained.

"Jolie, I wont take no for an answer. I'm the one who found you on the street, I brought you here, and I need to make sure you are okay before I let you go on your own." he said. "Plus I got the plate number of that car that hit you, so we need to gather your information and mine so we can call the cops and get this jerk behind bars."

He made sense to her, and she didn't see any reason to argue about it. She didn't particularly want to be alone, and her roommate would scream and fuss so much that Jolie would end up taking care of her. She didn't care much about calling the police, but she knew she did, and it all added up to going to his house. She smiled. It didn't hurt that he was so kind, opening the doors for her and taking care of her.

"So how old are you Jolie? Do you have a husband or boyfriend or anything? What are you studying at school? So how long have you been running? Is that how you keep in such great shape? What happened with you and your ex....how and why did you two break up?" He questioned her as they drove back to his house, and she found herself grinning as she answered him. It had been a long time since anyone had shown that much interest in her life.

She explained that she was 20 years old, that she had been running off an on since she started high school, but mostly off, until she had broken up with her boyfriend a month ago. She told him about the big fight that had been the result of his only taking her to fast food restaurants and keg parties and her wanting to go somewhere a little nicer, but didn't go into any more detail than to say that things were said that made it impossible for them to stay together.

As they pulled up in front of his house, she stopped blathering on about herself and in suddenly occurred to her that she knew nothing about him. Nobody knew where she was. The next thought was that it would be days before anyone even realized she was missing, if anything were to happen, and she turned to look at Ben. He seemed harmless, a perfect gentleman, and she couldn't imagine him being dangerous.

"So what about you?" she said, thinking that at the very least she should find out some basic information, and also, if she was honest with herself, curious. Even if he was old enough to be her grandfather, there was something intriguing about Ben Gold. "How old are you? Do you often rescue girls on the street? Are you married?"

As they went in, she gave him a shy smile and said. "Do you mind if I borrow your phone? I just need to call my roommate to let her know what happened and where I am, or she'll worry."

 

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Jolie left a message for her roommate saying where she was and what had happened, but not to worry unless she didn't hear anything. Then she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She hadn't bothered with make up for her run, and her blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. She could probably have looked worse, she thought. Then she wondered why she was worrying about how she looked for a guy who was her grandfather's age.

She laughed at herself in the mirror and then went into the kitchen, trying not to think about what he had been saying. Why would any guy not want his girl to look her best? Did she really have to be with a guy in his 70s to find someone who would treat her well? Then, she wondered if it really mattered about his age. He was sweet and considerate, and for all she knew, he wasn't even interested in her that way.

"Thank you," she said when he handed her the lemonade, blushing a little as she tried to imagine what it would be like to date him. He had a beautiful house, and he was good looking, for a guy his age. Then he was asking her about her body, and she was giggling as his fingers caressed her tummy.

"No," she said to his inquiries about her ex and her abs, "I was starting to gain weight with him. There just isn't time for everything, but since we broke up, I've been getting back in shape." She was proud of her figure, and it was nice to have it appreciated. Even if he was being a little touchy.

"He wouldn't even have paid for a push-up bra, never mind implants," she laughed, blushing just a bit and turning away as his attention focused on her breasts. "They're all natural, I promise you."

 

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She blushed at the attention he paid to her body, but as awkward as it felt, it was also gratifying. She had worked hard to get her body back in this shape, and it was good to know that someone appreciated the effort as well as the result. She told him about the yoga classes and the aerobics and everything that she did to stay trim.

"If you can believe I do all that and wait tables and go to school as well, you might see why I don't have much time to waste on a social life," she joked, when she thought she might have been blabbing too much. Though it didn't seem like he was bored, she could never have said a tenth as much to Steve or any of the boys she had dated before him without them getting a bored look and getting distracted.

As they sat, she accepted his invitation to take off her shoes. She stuffed her socks into them and tucked them under the sofa, out of sight, and gave him a warm smile as she stretched out her toes, the nails painted a soft pink, matching her fingernails.

"I was lucky," she said. "I think he just hit me enough to trip me. Just the hand and the knee," she showed him the spots, but after they were cleaned up at the hospital there was hardly anything to see except a few strips of raw, pink skin glistening with neosporin. "That and my hip should have a nice bruise on it. Good thing I landed where I've got the most cushion."

 

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She grinned at his fascination with her nails and shrugged it off, not wanting to bore him with details as he inspected her feet. She couldn't help smiling at his interest, and she wondered if the feeling that was swelling in her was actually the thing that she had wanted to feel for so long. Was she actually falling for this much older man? Or was it just that she was flattered by the attention he was paying her? Or,hell, maybe it was just the drugs.

"You wouldn't know the place," she said, when he asked where she worked. "It's just a club where bands play and we just serve a lot of drinks and, you know, bar food." She blushed, wishing she worked somewhere a little more elegant, thinking that he'd be impressed.

"How bad of a bruise? is it swollen? Maybe we should ice it for you. Where exactly is the bruise, can i take a look to see how bad it is?"

She bit her lip, looking at him, but there was nothing in the way he spoke that made her suspicious. In fact, he didn't seem to realize exactly what she was talking about, or what he was asking. She stood up slowly, wondering if she should show him, but all the reasons not to seemed ridiculous and prudish. It wasn't like he was some crude boy who was trying to trick her into showing her body, after all.

She turned her back to him and leaned forward, slowly rolling her shorts down. The bruise began on the side of her hip and grew less distinct as it curved around her cheek, but she slid her shorts down until her whole ass was bare, except where her thong covered it. She looked over her shoulder at him, blushing, and pointed out the black and blue spot, almost the size of her hand.

"They gave me something that's supposed to help with the bruising. I'm sure ice wouldn't hurt, but ... I hate to ask, but well, I was running and ...do you think I could take a quick shower?"

 

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As he takes her to his bathroom, Jolie takes the chance to look around his house. It is clear that he has been successful, and there are pictures of children and grandchildren here and there, and she wonders what her family would think of her presence. She shakes her head, smiling at the realization that somehow, in her imagination, she has already turned herself into his girlfriend, which she isn't even sure is a possibility. She knows that she's pretty, and it's obvious that he likes her body and is attracted, but what real interest could he have in a woman so much younger than he?

She closed the door softly behind her, and slowly stripped naked. She opened the door just enough to drop her clothes in the hall outside and then pushed it closed again before she got in the shower. The hot water felt like heaven, wiping away the grime and dirt as she soaped up and scrubbed herself until her whole body was glowing pink. She felt a bit strange as she came out of the shower, the bathroom filled with steam and the mannish scent of his soaps and shampoos. She glanced towards the door, wondering if he had stolen a peek at her, smiling at the notion.

When she was dry, she realized that she had given him her only clothes. She bit her lip as she thought about it, but it would be uncomfortable as well as rude to wait in the bathroom until the laundry was done. She knew it might be a test of some kind, but she wasn't bothered by the idea. She just wanted to make sure that she passed it, and the only way to do that was to face him. She covered herself with a towel wrapped around her and went into the living room, peeping around the corner and smiling when he looked up.

"So," she said. "What do you think about a girl who comes to a strange man's house and let's him take away all her clothes?"

 

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"A snack would be great," she smiles, blushing as he teases her. She didn't want him to think she was some sort of slut. "Of course I don't walk around strange men's houses in just a towel, normally. Only when I get hit by a car. Thank you for trying to track him down, by the way."

She sat on the chair, trying to stay calm and act as if everything was normal, when she was wondering what he really thought. He had taken her clothes and left her vulnerable, with nothing to wear, but she couldn't honestly be sure if he had planned to, or if he was just not thinking. She didn't want him thinking she was easy, but at the same time, she didn't want to discourage him from making a pass at her. She blushed at the thought, but there was no denying the fact that she was interested in him.

When he asked about her bruise, she blushed even redder, and shifted so that she wasn't sitting on the towel. She leaned forward, raising the towel to expose her hip to him. "How does it look?"

 

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She lay on the couch, face down with her arms folded under her head to lift her face out of the soft cushions. Her head was turned so she faced the back of the sofa, mostly because she didn't want him to see her reactions as she waited for him to bring the ice. She draped the towel around her hips, leaving her back and her legs bare, but allowing him to shift the towel and press the ice against her bruise without baring her ass to him. At the same time, he would be able to push the towel aside completely very naturally if he wanted to, and then at least she would know if he was interested in her.

As she waited for him to come in, she felt herself getting excited at the thought of him looking at her. He was so assured of himself, but it was never pushy. Even when he was instructing her to leave the door unlocked while she showered. She squeezed her thighs together and let out a deep sigh just as she heard him coming in, and then she froze, keeping perfectly still for him, to see what he would do.

 

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"I know this will be cold. did the doctor tell you how long this must stay on? I want to make sure the ice covers the whole bruise."

She flinched as he pressed the ice against her hip, pulling away despite herself, and then relaxing a little as her body accustomed itself to the feeling. The chill made her nipples stiffen, pressing into the soft cushions of the sofa, and she had to focus to stop herself from rubbing them against the plush fabric.

"So tell me more of this jerk of an ex boyfriend. Or should i say, child"

"He's older than me," she said, not wanting him to think of her as a child, hoping that it was just the older man's way of putting her ex down. Smiling at the idea that maybe Ben was thinking of Steve as competition, she turned her to look back, propping herself up on her elbows and twisting awkwardly to be able to see him.

"There's not much to say, really," she said. "He's really cute and really cool and his dad's a big deal and he's going to be rich and famous and he knows it. It was never like he wanted me around. It was more like, I was allowed to hang around while he was with his boys, as long as I didn't, you know, expect him to treat me any different. Honestly, I don't know why I was with him, except, you know, he was supposed to be a catch."

"How is your overall pain level, are you feeling okay?"

She nodded, laying back down. "I don't know if it;s the drugs or what, but I'm fine."

 

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"Whoever he or his dad happens to be, they aren't they only big name in town. I've got an extra ticket to the Mayor's Dinner. This year they have limited the number of people to just 50 guests plus dates. So unless your ex boyfriend has a political job, I can promise you he wont be there. If you have something nice to wear, I'd be happy to take you to the event and let you see how a guy with money can also have class. Of course if you don't have something nice to wear, I wouldn't mind showing up with a beautiful girl wearing something a bit on the sexy side."

She smiled to herself as he rubbed her back and talked about the mayor's dinner. No matter what the age, she thought, it seems like men have to flex their muscles when they want a girl's attention. Socially or politically or physically. She looked over her shoulder again, tempted to turn over and expose herself to him, just to see what he'd do, but knowing better. Obviously, he wanted her to have some class as well, or why would he think of taking her to an event like that? The trouble was:

"I don't know what I have that I could wear to something like that," she said. "Besides, all my clothes are back at my dorm, and I can't very well go back there naked, can I?" Of course, there were a couple of things that had been hanging in the back of her closet, waiting for her to have a reason to wear them, since she left her parent's house. She just wasn't quite sure that any of them were suitable for the mayor's dinner.

 

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It was an extravagent offer, she thought, as she dressed herself in her running clothes. She didn't leave the room, or ask him to, but slipped her thong and shorts on under the towel and then turned her back to pull the jog bra on. She maintained a degree of modesty, but thought that she showed a level of trust that was probably more than the situation called for. The thing she was wondering, when she turned back to him, was how to accept his offer the most graciously.

"I feel like I've taken up so much of your time already," she said, stalling as she thought over the options, sitting back down on the couch. "But if you were to buy me something to wear, I'd want it to be something you like. I'd want you to be proud to have me on your arm, and I guess ... I don't know you well enough to know what you like that way, yet."

"Would you mind very much coming with me?" she asked him, looking in his eyes.

 

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"Are you free now, or would you rather go tomorrow?"
"We can go now," she said.
"I would enjoy going with you, but you are going to have to give me some options. We can learn together about what it is I like and how I like it on you. And you can model some things for me and then let me pick. Would you be good enough to do that for me dear?"
"Of course," she said, letting him lead her to the car. She had already called and made excuses for the rest of the day, after the accident, so she decided they may as well go right away, and if anyone thought it was strange that such an old man was with a young woman dressed for a workout, they would probably just think she was his granddaughter.

As they shopped, she watched where his eyes went, seeing the kind of dresses he was interested in. She blushed as she got a sense, realizing that while he might be old, he was by no means conservative, at least when it came to women's clothing. She pointed out a few elegant dresses, but could see his disinterest immediately. He brightened when they passed a store selling dresses she would be hesitant to wear in public at all, never mind at the Mayor's House, but she picked one up, a glittery red dress with a microskirt and a halter neck that would leave her back bare to the waist.