“Sam? Hey, Sam, wake up. We’re here.” Randy spoke as he gently shook the girl. “Where are we?” Samantha mumbled whilst stretching her limbs. “A motel in Virginia. Come on, I already got the room.” He replied, grabbing the alcohol and money he had stolen from the liquor store.

Samantha grabbed her purse and walked with him to her temporary home. After walking inside, she immediately flung herself onto one of the full-sized beds. “Sleep.” She announced. “Oh, no! If you sleep now, then we’ll get nothing done. Get up. We have to go shopping for some food.” Randy commanded. Samantha groaned as she sat up, “Let’s get this over with.”

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An hour later they strode back into their room. Randy had spent over one hundred dollars on food, clothes, and hygienic products. He dropped the bags on the floor, collapsed on the bed nearest him, and turned on the television.

“I’m going to go take a shower.” Samantha said, clutching her purse as she walked into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and began rifling through her bag, finally pulling out a small box. She read the instructions, then started her project.

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An hour and a half went by before Samantha finally emerged from the bathroom. “What took you...” Randy trailed off at the sight of her. Her once blonde hair was now replaced with a luminous chestnut brown. “Do you like it?” Sam asked, shyly looking out from behind her long eyelashes. “It’s...you’re...wow. Wait...where did you get hair dye?” Randy spoke. “I stole it.” She replied nonchalantly, making her way to her bed.

“You what?! Are you insane? You could’ve got caught!” Randy exploded. A sliver of fear formed in the girl’s stomach. “I shoplift all the time. I’ve never got caught before. Besides, the whole point of me dying my hair is so no one would recognize me when my family starts searching for me, so in a way, I did a good thing by stealing it.” She spoke, not letting him see her worry. Randy sighed heavily, “Just promise me you won’t do anything like this without telling me first, please.” She nodded, then glanced at the television. “Sesame Street?” She asked, with an arched eyebrow. Randy’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. “It was the only thing on.” He spoke. “Uh-huh.” She smirked. Randy sighed once more before lying back on his bed.

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“Randy...” Randy jumped as he heard Sam whisper his name. He looked up to find her standing next to him. The room was almost completely dark with the exception of a few slivers of moonlight. “What? Are you alright?” He asked huskily. “I’m fine.” She replied. “Oh, okay. Then, what do you want?” “You.” Sam spoke as she climbed on top of him.

Randy’s eyes went wide and his body went stiff. “What are you doing?” He spoke as he swallowed hard. “What does it look like?” Sam giggled while slowly licking his neck. A shiver ran through him and he quietly began to protest. “We can’t do this.” He breathily spoke, trying to remove himself from under the young girl.

Samantha grinded her hips into Randy. “You know you want to.” She spoke. Randy was reveling in the sensations she was causing, but knew it had to be stopped. “Samantha, please stop. We can’t...” “Shush. No more talking.” Sam whispered before locking her mouth onto Randy’s.

Feeling Sam’s hot, velvet tongue, Randy quickly gave in. He moaned as their tongues massaged one another’s. He gasped from her continuing assault on his groin. He was quickly approaching the edge. He flung his head back as he moaned her name repeatedly. Finally unable to take it anymore, he released his seed screaming, “Samantha!”

Opening blurry eyes, Randy realized that Samantha was no longer on top of him. In fact, she was in her own bed. And it wasn’t dark, but well lit from the running television. ‘It was all a dream. A very vivid dream.’

He quickly checked to make sure Sam was still asleep and quietly made his way outside the motel room. He lit a cigarette and ran a hand over his face. ‘I dreamt of Sam. How could I have done that? Sure, she’s pretty, but Christ, she’s fifteen! What is wrong with me? I knew I should’ve made her go home.’ Randy thought to himself. He lowered himself to the ground and sat with his back against the door of his room. He leaned his head back and took a drag from his cigarette as he waited for the sun to rise.