Dorsai: Next Door Neighbor

Can I stay over here, instead?". Her mother said that I had work to do, and couldn't be bothered by having her around for all that time – and besides, where would she stay? Robyn said that she'd be real quiet, and not bother me, and that she could watch me and learn more about computers, and that she really wouldn't be any trouble, really, and that she could bring her sleeping bag and sleep on the floor, and that she really didn't want her mother to miss out on the class, and that she'd be okay, really, and I'd said that I'd watch out for her anyway and this wasn't that much more was it, and it was okay with me, wasn't it?

I had to smile at how she'd gotten that all out in one breath, and said that Robyn hadn't been any trouble at all when she'd been over. I added that Robyn really did sit quietly and pay attention to what I was doing when she was there, so it wasn't as though she'd be any bother; I also said that there wasn't any need for Robyn to sleep on the floor – that I had a perfectly comfortable couch, and spare bedding. I was wondering what her mother was thinking about this, and I was more than willing to have Robyn all to myself for a lengthy period of time, but I was worried about creating suspicion, so I just played it as though I were a friendly, helpful neighbor that was interested in helping children learn and do well in school.

I could see her mother waffling on it, and said that it would be a shame for her to miss a training session that could help her job, that I didn't think Robyn would be any trouble at all, and that she'd have my phone number so she could call (collect if she wanted) any time she got worried (about what, I didn't say – no sense in creating problems).

After Robyn and I just stood there, letting her think about it for a bit, she finally decided that it was okay (I could see that she really did want to go), but that if she heard that Robyn gave me*any trouble _at all_*, she'd be "grounded for life ".

Robyn gave out with a "Yippee! Thanks, Mom!", and I simply nodded to her mother, acknowledging my 'responsibility' in the matter. With that done, Robyn and her mother went back to their apartment.

Early the next afternoon, Robyn's mother came over to make sure I still agreed to watch after Robyn, and seemed reassured when I said that I would still do it – and when she saw that I'd already put a pillow and bedding next to the end of the couch for Robyn to use. I asked her if she needed a ride to the airport, and she said that she'd already called a transport service; they'd be by in about an hour to pick her up. I wished her good luck on the trip, gave her one of my business cards so that she'd have my phone number handy, asked her to let me know where she'd be staying so I could call if I had to, and she left. About an hour later, I heard a car horn, looked out the window, and watched as Robyn's mother took her suitcase out and got into the van that would get her to the airport.

That afternoon, when Robyn got home from school, she came straight to my apartment. I let her in when she knocked, and told her that I was still working on the computer program. I added that it wasn't so important now, so that she could interrupt me to ask questions if she wanted. She seemed pleased by that, but also asked me what I thought of her clothes – a thin, tight blouse (no bra), and a pair of shorts that she must have put on with a spray can. I said "Makes you look good enough to eat!", and it took her a moment to understand the joke – but my reward was a very pretty blush and giggle when she did.

I asked her if she'd get me a Coke from the fridge, and said she should help herself if she was thirsty or hungry. As she headed off for the kitchen, I went back to the computer, and picked up where I'd left off.

Robyn came back shortly with a Coke for each of us, handed me one, and pulled up a chair so she could watch what I was doing. I thanked her, opened the Coke, took a swallow, and went back to my program. For the next couple of hours, Robyn would interrupt me every so often, and ask me to explain something to her – anything from what different computer instructions did to how the compiler worked to what the program I was writing was for. Each time, I'd tell her what I was doing, and why, and answer her question as best I could. She seemed satisfied with my answers, would thank me, and I'd continue working.

When I finally noticed that it was getting to be early evening, I saved all my work, told Robyn that I'd done enough for that day, and shut the computer off. Then I asked her what she wanted to do that evening – after the pizza, of course. She said that she really hadn't planned on anything, and could we make it a pepperoni and ground beef, with extra cheese?

I laughed, picked up the phone, order us a large pan pizza – to her specifications – from Pizza Hut. I suggested that while we were waiting for the pizza, we could talk, if she wanted. She said she'd like that, and we moved over when I sat down on the couch, she decided that she wanted to sit next to me – real next to me. I asked her what she wanted to talk about, and she said that she wanted to talk to me about what we'd been doing. I kinda felt a chill go through me, wondering what she'd have to say, but I said "fine", and asked her what she wanted to say.

She started off by telling me that she'd 'really, REALLY!" enjoyed what we'd done together – I'd made her feel things she'd only heard and wondered about. Then she said that she didn't know if I'd like her because, after she kind of stammered and stuttered a bit, she sometimes 'touched herself – you know, there…". It surprised her quite a bit when I laughed – she blushed*real* hard, and started to get upset with me, before I asked her "so what's the problem?". That seemed to surprise her even more, and she said that she'd 'heard' that it wasn't good to touch herself that way, and that all kinds of bad things would happen if she did. I told her that everyone masturbated, and that I'd have been seriously worried about her if she*didn't* touch herself. She seemed kind of doubtful, and I asked her if it felt good when she did that. She admitted that it did ("but not as good as what you do!"); so I told her to pinch herself – hard enough to hurt. She did, and asked me why I'd told her to do it. I said that it was so that she'd be sure and know the difference between doing something that hurt her, and doing something that felt good. I asked her if she'd ever tried to smoke. After a bit of mumbling, she admitted she had. I asked her what happened, and she said that it had made her cough, and sick to her stomach. I pointed out that her body would tell her when she was doing something bad for it, and that if she did something that felt good, then it wasn't hurting her physically. I followed that up by telling her that making herself feel good wasn't a bad thing for her physically, but that if she did it too much, or did it to the exclusion of other things, then it would be bad for her emotionally. I told her that she had seemed to enjoy what we'd done, so I didn't think there was much chance of her having any emotional problems about masturbating when she wasn't able to be physical with someone else. That seemed to relieve her mind quite a bit, and she soon changed the subject (slightly) toward birth control. She asked me a few questions, and I gave her what information I knew, always being careful to separate what I knew as fact, and my own personal opinion. She listened carefully to my answers, and had just said "I like talking to you about stuff – you don't try to tell me stories or pretend you know everything; when you aren't sure or don't know, you say so". I was about to thank her in reply when the doorbell rang – the pizza had arrived.

With the arrival of food, all conversation stopped for a while. I turned on the TV to catch the news while we ate; I was amazed at the amount of food that Robyn could put away – the little imp tucked away 3 slices from a large pizza, and a Coke, and only after careful thought decided not to go after a fourth slice, saying "I'll save it for later, when I'm hungry again."