...relieved by my sudden change of heart, but now more confused than ever.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she attempted to slip her underwear back on.
Annoyed with myself, I returned my attention back to my work.
"What happened? Uncle Mike?" she grew concerned. "Is something wrong? Did I do something?"
"I think it best you take your car somewhere else, Miranda." I said without looking at her, still disgusted with myself.
Stunned into silence, for a moment I thought she was actually going to cry, but she somehow held back her tears.
"What's wrong? Tell me!" she began to sob. "Please don't tell mom I was here! Please!"
Feeling even more guilty, I finally reassured her that I wouldn't tell anyone, and that her impromptu visit would be our little secret. But it was then I was taken aback as she suddenly dropped to her knees dejectedly, and reached out to place her hands on my knees.
"Please Uncle Mike! Please help me! I'll do whatever you want. I swear! Anything at all!"
Staring down at her face, and those beautiful pouty lips, I could feel her long fingernails raking over my pants, almost urging them down, insinuated something very, very dirty indeed. Gulping hard, I decided to tempt fate and asked her just how determined she w...