Living with Helga

by DeepVoice'06

Post TJM. 6th grade was supposed to be easier for Arnold. A new relationship with Helga? The Beeper Emporium bought out? That was all it took and he was back to solving others problems. The last thing he wanted was for Helga to be homeless, but living with her was one of the most difficult things he ever did. And keeping it from his parents? Well, that was another story. COMPLETE!

11. Chapter 11: The Chains of Addiction

Hey Arnold! Living with Helga

AN: This is a warning that this story will later become M Rated. This chapter is rated M for heavy conflict and sexual situations. You have been warned.

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Hi-Chan: Nope. I've never read adult content until I was nineteen. I was actually in my second year of college and required to read "The Lovely Bones". That's when I started getting curious about other M rated stuff. Yeah, college will open your eyes to a lot of things lol. I'm taking a guess you're going to be very disappointed with Helga in this chapter, and Arnold gets worse. Thanks for the review.
J.A.M: Pool wasn't heated? LMAO oh man, that's messed up! Anyway, I think you'll like this one. Arnold is still a bit dense, but he gets wise quick! Thanks for the review.
SakiKitty: Um, yeah, about them not going further... this chapter they go a bit, well, nuts. And Arnold's worse. Read with precautions if you decide to read the M stuff. Thanks for the review.
Starfiction123: Yep, totally got the idea from you. Actually, I edited the last chapter to give you credit. I knew I got the idea from somewhere, just couldn't remember who. Anyhow, I am so glad that you liked the last chapter! Read this one with precautions, Arnold takes some cold showers, but they don't help much XD Thanks for the review.
Ezza: So glad you like it so far! Here's hoping you like this chapter. Thanks for the review.
Thatamosgirl: Lol I laughed writing the last chapter. Glad to hear you enjoyed it. Hope you like this one. Thanks for the review.
Smoothcriminal16: Thank you for the encouragement. I might need some considering the places I'm planning on taking this story, but there is a reason for it. They will be in character in this chapter too. Arnold might be a bit disturbing with how in character he is lol and Helga gets even... darker. Thanks so much for the review.
ForeverRogue: So happy that you're enjoying the story. I couldn't believe half of the stuff I wrote for the last chapter, and this one. I love writing Gerald, but later on, things get a bit dark for him. Helga needs love, it's too bad she doesn't know how to recieve it half the time. You'll see a bit of what I mean in this chapter. Thanks for the review.
Burnadarksoul5000: Thank you so much for all of your reviews! They will keep acting their age as this story progresses, at least until they get more experience in those areas. I mean, they can't naturally know what to do. That wouldn't be realistic. Helga still wants to change. The question is, can she? You'll definately see some Dark Arnold in this chapter XD
FullthrottleArmy: You're prepared for anything? That's encouraging. If that's the case, you'll love this risk-taking chapter. This chapter is 37 pages long, 45 with the extra stuff I didn't include. Information at the end about that... thanks for the review!
LY3T: I will eventually fill in all the plot holes. Might take me a few chapters, but you'll understand everything by the end of the story. Yes, she was really planning on giving him an orgasm. That's nothing once you read this chapter lol thanks for the review.
Everythingicecream: I like your name. No more references, though I had to go there because Craig Bartlett said personally two of the characters were, and Hey Arnold has never been shy talking about that matter or showing it. Thanks for the review.
Laylion4869: Your review cracked me up! So glad you liked the last chapter. Thanks for the review.
Guest: Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the review.
MJFrogone72813: It's a beautiful song. :) Thanks for the review.
Butt Nut: I feel bad responding to you with that name. Glad you like this so far. Here's the next one. Thanks for the review.
Ajay435: Honestly don't know if you're skipping the M chapters or not, so I'll respond here. Things get a bit more crazy with Arnold and Helga in this chapter so if you read the M stuff, read with precautions. It will be teen again in a couple more chapters. Helga continues acknowledging their relationship publicly, but she has different struggles now. The question is: can she really change? She does want to now. Thanks for the review.
Pokeshipper4life: Arnold was really wrapping Helga's leg around him in chapter 9. That was a heck of a scene to write! You'll feel worse for Arnold in this one, at first at least, and yes he's clueless about sex... for now. The tension is building up. Thank you for all of your reviews! I'm happy that you're enjoying the story so far.
The Wasp1995: This chapter is more risk-taking than the last one. You can only imagine 'how', but they are in character and there's a point to it later on. I was told as advice for this story to go all out, and that's what I intend to do. I tried to lay light on some things at first, but it just didn't work. It took away the passion and the in-characterness from my writing and I couldn't have that, so I had to go back to explaining stuff, but not be 'too' descriptive. Not exactly the easiest thing to do. You'll see how I played Arnold and Helga. Yes, 12-13 is about the age some preteens start 'experimenting' and I think you know where I'm headed with this... Hopefully it holds, because I haven't seen it done this way in this fandom yet. Difficult plot to pass, but now I can see why after writing this chapter. It isn't exactly an easy thing to do. Thanks for the review.

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Chapter 11: The Chains of Addiction

Arnold looked around in confusion. Why was he in the YMAA Gym with only his swimming shorts on?

He began to walk around. He was looking for someone, anyone to tell him what's going on, "Hello?! Is anyone here?!" His voice echoed as he tried to find somebody to get him out of there, "Hello?!" He stopped near the center of the room and looked around, and that's when he felt something or somebody pull his left leg down into the center pool.

He sunk underneath the water. Once he was able to recover from the shock, he swam up to the surface quickly. He gasped once he could breath. He found a ledge on his right, and put his elbows on it, leaning against it. He rubbed his eyes with both of his hands to clear the water out.

Somebody swam up to the pool surface and over to him. The mysterious figure grabbed his two arms, and he gasped. As soon as they broke their hold, he quickly turned around to see who it was. A female he was familiar with spoke to him, "Criminy, Football Head, I didn't think it would be that easy to bring you into the water with me. Do you ever pay attention to where you're walking or what's going on?"

He gasped in shock, "Helga?! What's going on?"

Helga took his hands and entwined them in hers gently, she spoke softly, "Don't you remember? You asked me to meet you here, at the YMAA Gym."

"I did?"

Helga nodded, "Of course you did! We had to find somewhere to get away from your parents and the class if we wanted to do stuff."

Arnold shivered in the water, but it wasn't from the cold. He wanted to do stuff with her? Still, there was something wrong with this picture. Why would he ask her to meet him unsupervised at the YMAA Gym? It didn't sound like him at all. He asked, curiously, "Um, Helga, what time is it?"

She shrugged, "Probably about two in the morning."

He stared into her eyes in shock, "Shouldn't we be going home? Don't we have school tomorrow?"

She let go of his hands, crossing her arms with a scowl, "No way, Football Head! You've begged me to come here all stinkin' day. Fat chance I'm leaving you before you have your way with me."

He whispered, confused, "Have my way with you? How would I do that?"

She took his shoulders in her hands to push his back against the ledge of the pool, to start making out with him, "Enough with all the questions already," she whispered, "don't think, just act," she kissed him. She licked his lips and it wasn't long before he opened up and allowed her entrance into his mouth.

He kept kissing her. Nobody was around to stop them. Besides, whatever they were doing felt really good and he didn't want to stop.

She ran her hands down from the side of his chest to his hip line. She felt him gasp in her mouth, and used that opportunity to pull back. She kissed him a few times on the lips softly before running kisses down to his neck. She loved torturing him.

He breathed roughly as he took her shoulders to pull her away from him, "Wait a minute, Helga. I don't know if we should be doing this."

She rolled her eyes, irritated, "Figures. When things start to get heated, you always back down. Sometimes I think you just don't want me." She walked up the steps to the wooden floor, over to a white sunbathing chair.

That was when Arnold noticed the bikini his girlfriend had on, it was a hot pink with plenty of glitter. It did nothing to hide her curves and her developing chest from him. Her tight little rear end made the bottom of her suit wiggle as she walked, with water cascading down her legs in little rivulets that trailed behind her on the tile. She sat on the pool chair, and he ogled her as her nicely toned bottom relaxed to support her weight, the angle of the chair drawing his line of sight directly to her nicely budding breasts, hidden away beneath her pink bikini he longed to touch, stretch, and discard. It reminded him of the bikini's they were wearing on the R-rated movie poster he saw a few days ago. He gulped, starting to sweat. He couldn't believe she found herself undesirable, he desired her. "It's... hey listen, it's not that I want to stop. It's that I don't want to start something we can't finish." He used the steps to walk out of the pool waters himself, and followed her over to the two chairs on the side. He laid on the other one, beside her.

She lowered her sunglasses from her eyes a moment to glance at him, and whispered, "So, why don't you finish it, then? Why don't you and me both finish? I am your girlfriend, after all."

He didn't understand her double meanings, but he pressed on, "I don't know if we should. Look, I want to do stuff with you, but I don't want us to get caught."

She rolled her eyes as she leaned back to sunbathe, "We won't get caught, so stop your worrying. What's holding you back anyway? It's not like anyone's going to find out, and I'd rather lose it to you than anyone else."

Arnold sat up to stare at her, trying not to look at her body, but her eyes, "I... I don't know, Helga. I want to..." For one of the first times in his life, he was having difficulty saying no when he knew he needed to. What was stopping them from doing stuff in a private area away from everyone?

Helga took her sunglasses off and threw them on the ground beside her to look into his worried eyes. She noticed his hesitance and reassured him, "Relax, Arnold-o. You're dreaming,"

He blinked, "I'm dreaming? Really?"

"This is all a dream, you can do whatever you want to me in it. You can kiss me, touch me, grope me, feel me. We can even have sex, and there's no consequences. No adults or kids our age are going to come in and tell you not to, and I'm sure the heck not stopping you."

He bit his lip, and tried not to think too much about that. He felt tightness in his lower stomach, and closed his eyes in pain. "I guess we could," he grimaced... what was he saying, they were still preteens! "Oh, Helga. Why do you have to make things so difficult for me?"

She sighed, "Do you know what's difficult, Arnold? Spending your whole life feeling worthless to everyone. My parents never wanted anything to do with me. I never had lunches or meals until I came to live with you. I never had a mom that wasn't an alcoholic or a dad that wasn't always gone. I finally get the chance at having a family that loves me and a boyfriend that wants me as much as I want them. Why are you refusing to give in? This is the love I've desperately longed for my whole life. Sure, it will probably hurt the first time, but you can kiss all those scars away. You can take away all my deep-seated pain just by a couple of tender touches. Have you ever felt like that, Arnold? That deep hole in your heart that nothing else can fill except unconditional love? I bet you haven't." Helga paused, reaching out to stroke his hand, and then, slowly getting up to move closer to him, his eyes widened as she spoke, "Do you even understand why we're here? I'm the desire for the Helga that you love. The desire that you're ashamed of feeling. You can't admit your feelings for me. You're afraid that they're not real or that you'll disappoint me. Those are your hang-ups, not mine. I already know I'm in love with you." She pushed him gently against the chair as she got on top of his lap. "I am here to help you conquer your fears. But until you do, until you stop worrying about what you think others want you to do and focus on what you want, nothing will ever change."

"So, if I give in, I'll be able to figure out my feelings?" he whispered to her lips, his heart skipping a beat.

She whispered, "Yes, now do your worst."

With those words, he gave in. He met her tongue with his heatedly and went in a clockwise motion inside her mouth. Together their tongues clashed against each other. He darted from the top of her mouth to the bottom and back again. He pulled her closer to him, losing control of his thoughts. Her body was pressed tightly to him. Her small breasts gently flattened through her top against his bare chest, a present reminder of just how feminine the tomboy could be. A low groan escaped his throat as she started to grind on his hips, pressing the heat of their sexes together. She was teasing him. He broke the kiss hesitantly. He was breathing harshly, shaking badly, his pupils were dilated. "Are you sure this is okay?" his very core shook as she continued her back and forth motion on his hips, slow and steady. "I mean, I don't... I don't..." he groaned as she met his lips with hers again, applying more pressure between her legs, forcing his erection to rage beneath his swim trunks. What am I holding back for? She did say this was a dream. It's practice, so whatever I do now doesn't have consequences, right...?

And then, she said a couple of words that caused his brain to shut down. She whispered to him, "It's okay to give in, my love."

He breathed shakily. He ran his itching fingers down her hips and back up to her chest. He was more curious than anything. He broke the kiss, "Can I touch your breasts?"

She smirked as she grabbed his curious hands to place them on both of her breasts, covered by the pink bikini she was wearing. "You want to touch them? Go ahead. This is what they call foreplay."

He moved his hands against her chest curiously, sliding over the bikini cups hiding her chest from sight. "Foreplay?" The material was so soft. He wanted more, he whispered, "Can I... can I take it off?"

She licked her way up the back of his neck, gently nibbling his earlobe as she whispered, "The clasp is in the front."

He groaned as he put his hands in front of her chest, trying to find the clasp to unhook the top of her bikini. He found it, undoing it and pulling each cup away from the other. The pink straps fell down, making her bare chest easy to look at and grab. He felt himself tremble as he reached out to touch her breasts. They were small, still fairly flat, with an unmistakable rounding of the flesh beginning to take hold. She was so soft, so tender, so... perfect.And all his.

She groaned as he touched her; the soft flesh of her chest giving way to every knead and caress he gave to her. But it was unfair for him to be having all the fun, and with a wicked grin she moved her right hand down to feel him through his blue swimming trunks.

He gasped, and she grabbed her boyfriend's shoulders so he wouldn't collapse. She stared at him as he tried to catch his breath, "Criminy, you're sensitive. I barely even touched you. Heck, I haven't even pulled down your shorts yet!"

He grabbed her hand. He didn't want it to leave it's place, "Can you do it again, please? That felt really good."

She blinked in surprise, but then smirked as she softly reached inside his shorts to touch him again. "You like this, huh?"

He gasped with a shaky breath. He was too out of breath to say anything, concentrating on the odd yet pleasurable feeling he had never experienced before. He felt pressure building up in his stomach and his groin, but he didn't know what the purpose of it was. His breath began to hitch again, short breaths cut off by gasps. Helga grew concerned and removed her hand, but his own hand took her wrist almost instantly. He brought her hand back inside his shorts, moving her fingers along his shaft. "Please don't stop," he breathed.

She could tell he was enjoying what she was doing, and so, she stopped. She rested her hand, her fingertips barely making contact with his overly sensitized flesh. Her teasing earned a groan of displeasure from him. She said, "What's the matter, Arnold-o? Am I too much for your hormones to handle?"

He was frustrated beyond understanding. He told her to continue, why did she stop? He said the only thing he could think of, teeth clenched in effort to control his hormones. "How about we just have sex?"

She blinked. "Right now? Criminy, I didn't know you were ready for the main course already! What about Foreplay?"

He groaned, "Foreplay is frustrating. I don't want you to just touch me anymore. Besides, you did say you wanted to lose yourself to me, right? Let's lose ourselves to each other. You're the only one I want to be with, too."

"Way to dispense with the romance, bucko."

He felt a grin slide to his face as he stared at her. "This is a dream. I could wake up anytime. Do you want to spend all our time teasing each other, or do you want to have sex?"

Helga was silent a moment, putting a finger to her chin in thought. "Yeah, sure, what the hey. Let's have sex." She stood up off the chair first, he stood up off the seat too, and then she asked, "So, where do you want us to do this?"

He rubbed his neck nervously, "Well, we could do it on the floor, I guess. We'll have plenty of room."

His girlfriend took off the last article of clothes she had on, her bikini bottoms. They slid down her legs with ease. She stepped out of them, leaving the wet fabric in a wad on the floor. She was now completely naked in front of him. She made no effort to hide herself as she sat down on the tile floor. She laid back, looking up at him nervously.

He could feel his body shaking and his stomach tightening. His girlfriend was lying completely naked in front of him on the YMAA Gym floor. He needed to do this before he lost his nerve. He took off his shorts to sit on top of her hips, putting his hips against hers. He knew he needed to enter her somewhere, but he couldn't think with her chest in front of him and her naked flesh pressing against him. She was not only beautiful, but desirable, especially with nothing on. Every feature of her body was laid bare to him. He whispered nervously, "Can you guide me? I don't know what I'm doing." Calm down, calm down. It's just Helga. Relax...

"It's instinct, Arnold. You just got to go down the right hole. Here," she grabbed his member to lead him to her entrance. "Feel where I naturally give, and then you want to give a gentle push," Helga propped her weight onto her hands, palms digging into the tile as she pressed her sex forward against him while he pushed into her. There was a gentle giving as he felt her sex fold to the will of its visitor. The folds of her labia took gentle hold around him as he eased inside of her. He listened to Helga's gasps of approval as her tight wetness began slowly surrounding him, encompassing him...

"Helga, you're so hot, you're perfect, it feels like...like," Words were not enough to do the sensations justice, and he simply rolled his hips forward and opened his eyes to find that he was...

Wetting himself? No, that wasn't it. There was warm wetness surrounding him, but it wasn't from Helga like it was in his dream. It was from... from him. He gasped as he felt his body spasm again. He noticed he had his arms still wrapped around his girlfriend and his body up against her back. He slowly let go of her as he continued to spasm without any control over his body. He gasped again, the odd feelings he was experiencing were new to him. Was this what they talked about yesterday in class? Was this a wet dream he was having? After about thirty seconds, he felt himself stop releasing whatever was coming out of him. He turned on his back in total shock and embarrassment, his eyes opened wide. He could tell he completely ruined his underwear, maybe even part of his night-clothes. What would he tell his parents? What would he tell his girlfriend? He had been pressed against her through part of it. Did he get her wet too?

He felt ashamed, sticky, and disturbed. He had sex with his girlfriend in his sleep, and didn't even think about the consequences. Why didn't he use a condom? Why would he even have sex with her in the first place, and on the YMAA gym floor?!

He gulped, nervously. He glanced at the clock. 6:37 AM.

He wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon...

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A month earlier...

Miriam was outside of the homeless shelter in her purple dress she usually wore. She was dirty and crying. She was on her knees, begging the manager of the shelter to let her inside. "Please, forgive me, sir. It was a drunken mistake!"

The tall dark-haired man looked down at her in sympathy, he was the manager of the shelter. He was wearing all black. Beside him stood a security guard dressed in black as well, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Pataki, but a mistake typically happens only once. You knew what you were doing. Not only did you bring an empty beer bottle into this shelter; you stole money from people inside the shelter. This wasn't even the first time it's happened!"

She cried, grabbing the security guard's black pants legs, "It won't happen again, I swear! Please don't throw me out of the shelter!"

The dark-haired security guard spoke, "You promised me that when you first brought alcohol in off the streets. I don't typically allow for even one incident, but I believed you wouldn't do it again. We have a very strict no-alcohol policy here. I shouldn't have even given you the chance the first time."

Miriam collapsed on the ground, feeling completely defeated, "Please, sir. You don't understand! This is my only chance to change! I've lost everything, my two daughters, my husband, my family! Please, give me one more chance!"

"I'm sorry, but you can't come back to this shelter. If you do, I'll have no choice but to call the police. You need to leave. I'm sorry about your situation, but you will need to stop the drinking if you expect life to work for you again. I wish you the best." He shut the door in her face.

Miriam could do nothing but cry hysterically in front of that homeless shelter. The door was shut and locked. She was completely homeless now, with nothing and nobody left in her life.

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As Robert walked out of the back of the prison, finally free, his ex-fiancee gave him a strong hug. The police guards watched their reunion with precautions.

Olga said, "Oh, Robert, I was so concerned! I'm sorry it took me so long to get you out, I didn't have any money saved from my college expenses. I needed to sell the car to pay your bail."

Robert cried, hugging her back tightly, "I'm sorry too, Olga. You were right the whole time. I should have never hit you or your sister. I want to change, I truly do! Please, give me one more chance to be a different person."

She wiped his tears away as they held hands and walked out of the prison. They walked down the street to the nearest bus stop together, "I know, Robert, and I know that you can and will change. I want you in my life forever. I want us to try this relationship again one day. I want you to be my future husband, the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with." I wish I could live without you, but I'll have nothing. I've already lost my family...

He said, "And I want you to be the love of my life, my trophy wife, my bride, my everything! I don't want to be like my father anymore." I hope I can change, but I know that's impossible. I'm always going to be abusive like my father...

She said, "I'm not going anywhere this time, and I'm so sorry for not being everything I could be for you."

They embraced and cried together, truly wanting to make a change, but having no clue where to start...

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January 6th... 7 AM.

"It's 7 o clock on K-I-L-L. This one goes out to Harold, who's going to die in four hours thirty minutes and forty-seven seconds from Rhonda who hates you." Helga groaned as she hit the snooze button on the alarm. She opened her eyes, not wanting to get up, "You know, Football Head, change of plans: Bring those annoying potato alarm clocks back out. Hearing your name repeatedly is better than waking up to this crap." She was silent a moment as she waited for him to respond to her sarcasm, "What's the matter now, cat got your tongue? You're never this quiet in the mornings. Usually you're annoyingly happy, and what's with you not hugging me like you usually do? My bad mood in the mornings never stopped you before."

Arnold was still laying on his back, finding his ceiling tile very interesting, the patterns of it were a lot more appealing than the conversation his girlfriend was trying to start. He didn't want to explain what happened.

The silence was deafening to her, so she spoke up again, "Would you say something already?! I feel like I'm speaking to a wall. What's your deal?" She paused a minute, and then blinked in realization. She smirked to herself, "Oh, I get it. You're a typical man,"

That got Arnold curious enough to speak up, "Typical man? What are you talking about?"

Helga spoke, matter-of-factly with a smirk, "You wanted an orgasm last night, remember? Your parents caught us upstairs, so you couldn't have one. I'm taking it you're all upset because you couldn't get what you wanted. Guys are more sex-prone than us girls are, and they get upset when they don't get what they want, at least from what I've read."

He gulped, how in the world was he supposed to tell his girlfriend that he did have an orgasm, laying right beside her? He felt humiliated already, but knew if he didn't tell her, she would probably find out, "That's... uh, kind of what I needed to discuss with you this morning-"

"-What, you want me to give you an orgasm before school while your parents are at work? Can't you at least wait until after school? Don't tell me you're so sex deprived that you can't hang on a few hours!" She smirked, she loved teasing her boyfriend and making him uncomfortable, and she knew it would turn him on.

It was with those words that he finally admitted it, "I've... uh, kind of already, had one, this morning, but uh, thanks for the offer." He blushed, raising his left hand over his forehead and sighing, upset with himself.

She was silent a moment as she thought about what he said, "Is that why you've been so silent? You're recovering from 'getting yourself off'?"

He sighed, she just didn't get it. He pulled up the covers a bit more to cover his shoulders, even though he knew it wouldn't cover up the mess he made underneath, "It's not that. Oh, Helga, I'm so sorry. I think that I... well, I think that I had one in my sleep."

Her eyes widened, she slowly turned around on her back to look at him in shock. He was blushing, covers over him, staring up at the ceiling blankly. She said, "Oh no, Arnold. You don't just think that you had a wet dream in your sleep, you know it!"

He groaned and then whispered to her, embarrassed, "Okay, so I know I had a wet dream, but what do I do about it?"

Helga was panicking now. "Are you seriously asking me what you're supposed to do? Heh, heh, come on, bucko, quit kidding around with me. This isn't like the first one you've ever had in your life, right?"

She could tell from his nervous and worried look, it probably was. He whispered, "This has never happened to me before. What do I do? How do I hide this from my parents? Oh boy, this is so embarrassing!"

She sat up and grabbed his shoulders to sit him up and look into his eyes, "Would you pull yourself together! We've got to think logically now. Your parents aren't home, right? So we have time to hide all of this. If they find out you had a wet dream, I'll be thrown out for good! It'll be goodbye home and future family, hel-lo foster care, sheesh." She hit her left hand on her head in agony, and then blinked when she heard the front door open downstairs, and a bunch of animals running out the door. In her nightgown, She got up out of bed and ran to the room door. All of a sudden, she could hear voices talking. It was his parents, his parents just got home. She shut the door and locked it softly. She started biting her nail and turned around to stare into his shocked face. She whispered, "Your parents are home early, what are we supposed to do now?! How do we hide this?!"

He took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through his hair, "Okay, okay... um, I think this will be less embarrassing for me if you, well, go hide in my closet while I get undressed."

"You want me to hide in your closet? Are you absolutely insane?! We've got more stuff to do than play hide and seek, Arnold-o."

Arnold whispered embarrassed, "I feel bad enough, and if you go downstairs to get dressed, what are you going to tell my parents about this? It's not just you getting thrown out I'm worried about. I don't want them to know I... I did this to myself."

She held up a finger, coming up with an excuse, "You overslept! We can tell them that you overslept!"

He sighed, "Yeah but there's another problem; what are we going to do with my wet clothes? I have a trash can up in here I can put them in, but I don't know if my parents are going to take out the trash. I mean, if I leave them in the laundry they might not see them, but I don't have the time to do my laundry before school starts." Not to mention Grandpa would be suspicious if I did laundry now.

She smacked her head in frustration, "Don't be stupid, if your parents are really nosy they can go through your trash, they can go through your laundry, heck they can go through anything you have up in this room! New plan, grab a bag and stick them in there! I'll run them across the street and put them in the trash can next door! There's no way they would ever think about looking in there!" She panicked, Hurry up, Arnold. Get up already! They could come upstairs any second!

He pointed to his closet nervously, "Helga? The closet? Please? I don't want you to see me like this!"

She blinked for a second, and then made her way over to the closet and shut the door while her boyfriend changed. Unlike she usually was, she wasn't tempted to peek at him. Seeing him naked was one thing, but she wasn't sure whether it excited her or disgusted her to see him completely covered in his own, well, stuff.

And Arnold's words outside of the closet did not encourage her one bit, "Ew, oh my God, this is absolutely disgusting! Helga, where are the bags you said you had?"

She yelled from the closet, "I have one in my backpack that I put some leftover chips in, dump the chips in the trash and put your messed-up clothes in there!" She was covering her eyes completely, embarrassed to open them, even though she was surrounded by total darkness in his closet. His embarrassment was embarrassing her. She asked softly, "You didn't mess up your sheets too, did you?" Please, Arnold, please tell me you didn't! It's going to be difficult enough to hide carrying your clothing across the street, even worse if I have to carry a sheet in the bag too...

As Arnold stood naked and stuffed his clothing and one bed sheet in the bag, he replied to her, "I'd... um... prefer not to answer that question."

Helga eyes widened, "There's no way! How much did you...?!" and that's when she felt the back of her nightgown to see if it was even a bit damp, to her shock, it was. He... he was holding me in his sleep! Ack...! She gasped as she tore off her nightgown and threw it out of the closet; her body shook in disgust. That was the last way she wanted to wake up beside him, ever.

He looked up in shock, as he saw her nightgown hit the floor in front of him, and he heard his girlfriend yell, "Put it in the trash, now!"

He grabbed her dress, noticing that he had dampened the back of it, and threw it in the grocery bag with complete shock.

In nothing but her underwear inside his closet, Helga yelled, "Once you're dressed, hand me my school outfit! I'll stick my hand out of the closet to catch it!"

Just then, there was a knock on Arnold's door.

Arnold and Helga grew silent.

Arnold froze as one of his parents behind the door twisted the doorknob. He hurried up and got dressed, grabbed her school outfit from the floor and threw Helga's clothes over to her. Thankfully she caught it with her left hand outside the closet, and shut the door quickly to get dressed.

There was another knock on his door.

Miles said on the other side, "Arnold, Helga, are you guys up for school yet? You're going to miss your bus. It's supposed to take off in five minutes. What are you guys doing in here and why is the door locked?"

Helga stepped out of the closet, dressed in her school outfit. She noticed the bag on the floor that was filled with clothes and his sheet, and whispered to her boyfriend, "I'm going to run the bag across the street. Make your bed real quick so they don't suspect anything. Don't open that door until I get back, got it?" After a distracted nod from him, Helga walked up his skylight steps quickly, thankful she had before so she could get it done as fast as possible. Arnold grabbed a quilt and covered up his entire bed with it, putting two pillows together over it, making it look like it was made and only he slept in it. After Arnold made his bed, Helga made her way down the steps back inside his room. She noticed Arnold getting himself composed and walked over to the door to answer it. Miles was on the other side, looking irritated. His arms were crossed.

Miles said, "What's going on? Do you both realize what time it is, and why do you have the door locked?"

Helga quickly said, "We overslept! Didn't hear the alarm go off! And uh... we forgot to unlock it last night before heading to bed. Heh, heh." She was usually much better at lying, but she was a bundle of nerves, "Why are you so worried about our lives, anyway? Just worry about your own! Speaking of your own life, why did you never stay in touch with your parents when you and Stella got lost in that jungle? Did you ever think it would be a good idea to exchange contact information in case of an emergency?" She changed the subject, hoping to get his attention off what was going on with her and Arnold that morning. She didn't realize how ignorant she sounded in the process.

Miles looked at her, sternly, "We were only planning on being gone a month. The sleeping sickness was a lot worse when we got there. We had no reason to give out contact information."

Helga was on a roll, and continued, "So, you'd rather have your parents worry about you while you're stuck in the jungle for ten years. Yeah, that's smart."

Miles was getting frustrated, "I just came up here to make sure you were both up for school. I didn't come up here to start an argument with you, but if you're going to be argumentative like this, you're going to have to find another place to stay-"

Helga growled, he was trying to throw her out again... but she didn't do anything wrong except tell him the truth! "I'm not being argumentative, I'm stating facts! You're wondering simple stuff about our lives. It's not so simple to understand why you decided to worry your family and friends for over ten years!" She hated people meddling in her personal business, so she would meddle in theirs.

That was when Stella walked over to the scene, "What is going on over here? Why aren't you two at the bus stop? You're going to miss your bus this morning."

Miles looked at his wife, aggravated, "The two even had the door locked when I came up." If something happened to his son again and he couldn't get to him, he might never recover...

Stella took a glance at Helga, "Helga, what's going on? I thought you told me you would unlock the door last night."

Miles replied to Stella in shock, realizing that Helga lied to him, "She unlocked the door last night? She told me she forgot."

Stella didn't appreciate dishonesty, and said to Helga, "Now, I realize in the past you've kept secrets. You didn't like to be open with people and honest about things, but sweetie, under our roof you have to abide by our rules. You can't leave the door locked every night and you can't lie to us about things. If there's something that you need to discuss with us, you need to tell us. If there's a reason the door needs to be locked, you need to let us know ahead of time. If something happened to you or my son and I couldn't get into the room, I would be very upset. So would Miles."

Helga was panicking at this point, She thinks I'm keeping secrets?! I'm not keeping any secrets, right? I mean, it's not like you guys don't know me and your son are in a relationship and sleeping together, or that we make-out under your roof every other day, or that your son's getting curious about sex and even had a wet dream last night. Nope, not any secrets here! She changed the subject, "Did you guys ever think that you're the ones that have the problems!? You're the ones that are so worried about your son that you need the door unlocked every day to monitor his every move. He doesn't need you guys to follow him around and tell him what to do, and I don't either. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm an eleven-year-old that can handle her own life problems. I've been handling them myself for years, no thanks to you two. You don't need to check on us 24/7! It's one thing living with parents that want nothing to do with you, but you guys are complete opposite! Paranoid and obsessive! You shelter him like he's a little five-year-old! This just in, you're never going to have your little boy back again, so quit trying!"

Finally able to speak up from all the nervousness and upset at Helga speaking to his parents so harshly, Arnold said, "Helga, please, we don't need all of this drama right now."

Stella and Miles exchanged a look of disappointment, before Miles spoke, looking at Helga sternly, "Listen, Helga, me and Stella have to talk and decide whether you can continue to stay here. Your attitude needs to change."

Helga blinked in shock, she had done it again, her anger was going to get her thrown out of another place...!

Arnold spoke up, "Mom, Dad, she has no place to go! Please, let go of the way she's reacting! She doesn't know any better!"

Stella looked at her son sadly, "Get ready for school, sweetie. We'll talk about all of this later." With those words, they walked back downstairs together silently.

After they left, Arnold shut the door softly, he turned to Helga, all awkwardness gone from him after the argument he watched take place between Helga and both of his parents. She was looking at the ground, embarrassed. He couldn't understand her. Didn't she appreciate what she had? He leaned against the door in exhaustion from the events of the day, and softly said to his "secret" girlfriend, "Why would you react like that? They've given you a place to stay. I'm doing everything possible to keep you here. I even lied to my parents about our relationship and us sleeping in the same bed together." His voice increased as he was growing fed up with her aggressive behavior, "If you're going to keep reacting to people like this, they're eventually going to give up on you. You're going to lose everything you have if you keep this up! Did you really want that again?!"

Helga looked off to the side in silence. She couldn't say a word, because she knew he was right. Even after Stella told her she loved her last night, she still couldn't stop being mean and aggressive...

---

January 13th...

Miriam was stepping off the train. She had slept there lately after they kicked her out of the homeless shelter. Trains and buses were a lot better to sleep in than on the streets. If it was snowing or freezing outside, she was thankful to be in some sort of protective place. She was hoping to find her way to Olga's to maybe stay there, but it was far away from the train station and difficult to remember where she lived. Wherever she could sleep she slept, any food she could find in trash cans or that people on the street gave her, she took. She had completely hit rock bottom, and it was a hopeless situation, but at least she knew she could stop drinking now. The only thing that could ever stop her from drinking was losing all of her friends that she occasionally called and went out with, along with all the cash she had to spend. Since she had none of it, she was forced to change. With her foundations taken out from under her, she had no possibility of getting any alcohol or smoothies.

Fortunately, she didn't realize she was right across the street from Olga's house. Olga stepped out of her house to take the trash out for that night. She looked across the street to see the last person she expected, looking through a trash-can on the other side of the street. "Mummy, oh Mummy! I just missed you so much!" Miriam looked up just as Olga ran across the street and threw her arms around her tightly, not carrying how her mother smelled, nor how dirty she was. She did take a glance at her after breaking the hug, and noticed her purple dress torn and muddy, "You look terrible! What are you doing all the way in this part of town, Mom? Come in my house, I'll get you something to eat and then you can take a shower."

...

Olga and Miriam were sitting in her house, on a green couch. It wasn't the best place. It looked like a lot of stuff was missing, a lot of stuff needed to be updated. Some stuff had been taken or sold, but Miriam was happy to be off the streets, at least temporarily.

As she told Olga her story, she grew more and more despondent. Olga had no idea her mother struggled with alcoholism so badly, and she wanted to wrap her arms around her and reassure her that everything would be alright.

Miriam continued, "...And so, B was trying to look for a way to bring in some money so that we could pay our bill for the Beeper Emporium, and he got the opportunity to sell the business. I didn't have much of a say so in the matter, you know I haven't worked in a couple of years. I figured I would be going with him, but he got in a fight with me the day before the business sold. I guess he didn't want to be with me anymore. That's when I made a couple of smoothies, but I couldn't stop drinking them. It wasn't that they tasted good, but it had some sort of numbing effect on me. It took away all the emotional pain I was experiencing. It took me to another world where I didn't have to worry about the house being sold, or being separated from my family, or B divorcing me. I had felt relaxed before, but never to that extent. I couldn't put down the smoothie after that. I didn't think a couple little drinks would hurt. I was only doing it to feel better. After I overdosed and went into the hospital, I was told he left for Oregon, and with no money, the only choice I had was to check into a homeless shelter. I've been so worried about Helga lately, I wasn't sure if she went with him, or if I would ever hear from her again. I haven't heard from her since B left. I knew you wouldn't have any of my contact information to get in touch with me, and I didn't have your new number either, so I was lost. I stayed in the homeless shelter for a couple of weeks, but I started to go through alcoholic withdrawal, at least that's what the people at the homeless shelter said it was. I managed to get some money together from some people there to heal my body, but in a drunken haze, I carried some alcohol in my pocketbook into the shelter. They kicked me out after that. I truly wanted to change, Olga, but I tried everything and I can't. I know I can't stop drinking now. I guess the best thing about being homeless is that I'm finally able to take responsibility for my life. Now that I'm broke, I can finally make the decisions I need to make to get myself well again. Now that I'm not in touch with old friends that drink, I can't get any alcohol or smoothies."

Olga was now crying silently, "Why would you do that to yourself, Mom?! If you're having trouble stopping yourself from using alcohol, why don't you stay with me? Me and Robert will take care of you until you're well. He works, and I can take care of things at home. I can take care of you. The last thing I want is for you to be out on the streets homeless!"

Being sober for over a month, Miriam recognized the situation between Olga and Robert as being somewhat familiar to her. She sadly replied, "Olga... I don't want to meddle into your business, but your living situation sounds exactly how mine and B's marriage started. He was working all the time and I was a stay at home mother. You don't remember, do you? Not that I want you to remember what happened when you were a toddler. They're not good memories at all. I thought he was the one when I met him at the bar. We could talk about anything, and we related to each other so naturally. It wasn't until I married him and we moved in together that I saw he wasn't the same person I knew before we lived together. He was abusive. I stayed at home, took care of you, and did housework, but I couldn't get away from the situation. Not only was he the major financial provider for us, but with my dad's recent death, I felt alone so I stuck with him. B was somebody that loved me and that could take care of me, just like my father did. Having Helga was not planned. If it weren't for me becoming pregnant a second time, it's possible I would have gotten a divorce sooner. I couldn't let both you and Helga go without having a family."

That was when her daughter broke down in tears. She raised her hands to her eyes and cried hysterically, "I didn't want to admit it, Mummy, but it's true! Everything you said is true about my life! I thought for sure he was the one! I still believe that he can be the one, he just needs to change himself. I'm going to love him while he changes himself. This isn't going to be like what you've been through in your life, Mummy. He's only hit me a couple of times, and I think being in jail made him realize what was important. I didn't want to give up on a family, our future, a marriage with children!"

Miriam laughed nervously, "Oh sweetie, you don't... You don't realize what you're saying. You're in the same situation and you're blind to what's in front of you. Before long, it's going to be more than a couple of times a week he's going to hit you. Then he'll be gone all the time and you'll never see him. You won't have a life of your own apart from doing housework. And then, you'll be like me and become depressed, you'll start drinking or finding something to get into to make you feel happy again."

Olga cried, "You must understand! He wasn't like this when I first met him! He's not only smart, dedicated, and hard-working, but he's also a wonderful provider, not only financially but emotionally. I wouldn't know what to do without him in my life. Ever since Daddy left, I felt completely lonely. I've only received one call from Dad since he's moved away. It's like he's forgotten his past life and his children with it. I wanted to set up my life and now that I found somebody that matters to me, I can't let go of him! I can't let Robert leave me like Daddy did. He's all I have! I wouldn't know what to do without him in my life!"

Miriam was overcome with emotions, and cried with her daughter, "Oh, I understand, Olga. I understand too well. Unfortunately, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to move in with you."

"What, but why!?"

Miriam sighed, "Because I'll fall back into the same patterns that I did before living here."

"The same patterns, what do you mean? I'm sure I just don't understand!"

Miriam said, "Bob's abusive tendencies early in our marriage was what led me to start drinking. If I live with you and Robert and he's abusive like you admitted, it's going to trigger the drinking again. As much as I would love to live with you and be there as a mother, I just can't do it if I want to change. I want there to be a chance I can have a proper relationship with you and Helga in the future. I want there to be a chance I can get my own place and not be dependent on alcohol. I want to be happy. Happiness is something I haven't known for so long. I'm afraid I have no choice but to be homeless until I can work out my own problems, until I'm free from this dependency that I can't shake away. And Olga, I really wish you would listen to me and do the same before things get worse and you really are stuck. This house is in your name, right? Why don't you get rid of Robert and get yourself a full-time job? There's plenty of places that would hire somebody like you, and I know you have your college degree."

Olga admitted, "Unfortunately, many places don't care for college degrees as much as I thought. They would rather have a person with a lot of experience, which is something I don't have. I've spent all these years going to college and it's very difficult to find even a part-time job in my field of study. If I had the ability, I would consider getting rid of Robert, even though I depend on him more than my very life, but I can't do that because he's signed on the house with me. We agreed to it when he started supporting me financially. It's under a binding contract and we would both have to agree to get him off it."

Miriam cried, "Olga, what have you done with your life, baby? You're completely ruining your life now!"

"I'm not ruining my life; I'm making my life! This is the only thing that I can do!"

With those words, they both broke down in tears and hugged each other. They cried together. They didn't know what to do about their situation, either of them. Olga was stuck in a relationship that was unhealthy for her. Miriam was homeless. They were both stuck in the chains of addiction with no way out, and nobody to help them.

---

For Arnold, it had been one week since his "wet dream". It was a week of pure torture. He couldn't concentrate on his lunch, he couldn't sleep anymore beside his girlfriend. Every move she made drew his attention. He was turned on half of the time during class, and he couldn't pay attention to what was even being taught. Not to mention he had no privacy to do anything about it, no chance to be in the bathroom without the boarders or his grandparents and parents knowing about it. He wasn't willing for anybody to catch him "taking care of himself" in the bathrooms at school. It was frustrating and humiliating, and trying to hide it every day was getting more difficult.

At the moment, he was sitting at a table all by himself. He was picking at his meatloaf and potatoes, unable to concentrate on eating the cafeteria food. The days he bought cafeteria food it wasn't always the greatest, but it wasn't because of the quality that he couldn't eat his lunch. It was because of his girlfriend, who was making her way over to him. For some reason, he was starting to notice little things about her he never noticed before. He blamed it on graphic dreams as of lately. He had to stop his eyes from looking over her chest, down her curves all the way to the bottom of her legs. If only stopping those thoughts would stop that annoying intense feeling that was building up inside him again. He didn't want to have another embarrassing "wet dream". He'd almost had another one already, but he wasn't sure what else to do about the intense feelings. He knew he could figure out how to play with himself to get the tension to go away, but he was under the watchful eye of everybody all the time, so he didn't bother trying.

His girlfriend sat across from him, she chanced a weak smile. At least she could finally get along with him, even if she couldn't get along with his parents, "Hey, Football Head, how's it going? Figured I could at least talk to you even if I can't talk to the boarders or your family. Sure I apologized, but it's still a miracle your parents let me stay. What the heck did you tell them after that argument?"

He couldn't focus on her words, just her body language. He managed to hear half of the conversation, and replied, "I told them that you're trying to change. That you have patterns you're trying to break and that you don't mean to treat people that way. And, uh, that you were having your period." Here she began fuming, but calmed down when he continued, "But Helga, I can't keep making up excuses for you every time you explode in anger at somebody. Not only is there going to be a time I won't be there, but there's going to be a time where the consequences catch up to you. I don't want you to be forced to leave the boarding house, but I can't change you or your behavior. I can only do so much to help you out."

Helga had to laugh at the obvious statement; of course he couldn't change her. Was he just realizing that? "Wow, are you just realizing you can't change me? Way to state the obvious, bucko. Now enough analyzing my crazy little life, what about yours? You've been acting weird all week, it's like you're not even paying attention in class anymore! I thought you would be happy that I'm opening up our relationship to the school, even if your parents don't know about it yet." Being open about their relationship was the only thing she could be open about, and it made her sad.

Arnold rubbed his neck with his left hand, and then chanced a glance into her eyes. He tried not to concentrate on how deeply blue they were, and how much they turned him on, " I... appreciate you being open."

She said, "Then what the heck is your problem lately? Has somebody's problem caused you to get all air-headed? Has the stress of more tests and homework assignments in sixth grade completely messed your mind up? You're the one that always tells me I need to open up. Why don't you open up for a change!" If only she could stop her tongue-lashing at the one boy she cared for more than anything in the world; even trying to be herself around him, she couldn't help but yell and ridicule him fifty percent of the time.

He stopped his eyes from going any further down. Why was he already looking at her breasts again? His hormones were driving him crazy. He sighed, giving up the battle. She was his girlfriend after all, maybe she could help him out... somehow. He pushed his food away from him, and looked at her sadly, "I've been really distracted lately. I think this thing they call puberty is really getting to me. I haven't been able to sleep right. I haven't been able to concentrate at all in class. I keep thinking about..." he looked away, "Other things."

She smirked, at that point she couldn't help but tease her boyfriend, "Like what, getting yourself off in the boarding house bathroom?"

He looked up at her, "Well, you see, I can't exactly do that with everybody at the boarding house. They're in and out of the bathrooms all the time taking showers, and when the showers aren't used, my parents are getting ready for work. I couldn't 'take care of it' if I tried."

She blinked in surprise, Wait a minute, he still hasn't had an orgasm while he's been awake? Well, I guess that makes sense. I haven't seen him doing anything different lately. Huh, wonders never cease. She said out loud, "So, what have you been doing about it lately? Come on, you can't tell me you don't know how to take care of it by now. With that health class, I'm sure you put two and two together."

He was shivering just thinking about it, but his strong self-control refused to cave in to the temptation, "Oh, I think I could figure out how to do it if I could get into a private place, but I have no privacy." Feeling defeated, he whispered, "And lately, it's really getting to me. I mean, I almost had another wet dream the other day. I can't remember being this on edge for seven days, ever."

She thought to herself, Figures Mr. Goody Two-Shoes wouldn't want to "take care of himself". She blinked, thinking about the last thing he said, Wait a minute, he's been "on edge" for seven days?! Criminy... She was speechless, her eyes widened as she watched him looking around, probably to distract himself.

His eyes finally met hers again to see her staring at him in shock, and that's when he realized what he just admitted to his girlfriend. His left hand hit the top of his head in embarrassment, Great, now she's going to think I'm hormone-driven or something... "I'm sorry, can you just... ignore what I said? I shouldn't have admitted that out loud."

But she couldn't, how could she have not noticed for the past seven days the "tenseness" he was feeling around her was because he was... "You've been all 'hot and bothered' for seven days!? And you haven't even done anything about it!? How? I would be going insane!" It was times like that she was thankful she could orgasm just from thinking about him.

He was starting to get aggravated from being questioned about something he didn't want to talk about out in the open, he didn't need everybody to know about his "problem". He whispered, bending closer to her, "Helga, do you think you could be quiet about this? I mean, I don't need everyone else to know."

"But for a whole week?! What the heck are you holding back for, just go to the bathroom during class!" she admired his self-control, but there had to be a breaking point, right?

Just the thought of "taking care of himself" in school had him panicking, "I'm not about to do that! What if one of the other kids caught me? And you know I'm not about to do it in my room with you staying there, how appropriate would that be?"

She was growing frustrated of his hesitance to relieve his "tension", and groaned in frustration. She hit her head with her right hand, "Oh, for crying out loud!" With that comment, she got up off the chair and grabbed his arm to pull him out of the lunch room. She dragged him to the nearest closet, which happened to be the Janitor's Closet on her left. She pulled him in. She looked out the door, and took a glance to her left and right to make sure nobody saw where they both went. She shut and locked the door, until it clicked.

He heard the click, and his heart sped up. He was nervous, incredibly nervous at what he had a feeling she might be doing, "Helga, I'm not trying to be, well, indecent, but, are you really planning on, you know?" He rubbed his arm nervously, glancing at her in embarrassment at the whole situation. It was one thing being nervous about being caught touching himself, but another with them hiding and her "taking care of him".

Helga put a finger to her mouth to urge him to be quiet. She glanced at the door, and then grabbed his shoulders. "Shh, listen. If you really want to do this, we're going to have to whisper during it."

Arnold could feel himself shaking from his head all the way down to his feet; his stomach muscles were not the only thing that was more "tense"on him, but they couldn't, could they? Oh, god, he so wanted to. "Helga, I just... I don't..." His resistance was fading. He had been"stressed up" for a whole week. He changed his words, "You know you don't have to do this, right?"

She took his hands and entwined them with hers and looked into his eyes, nervously, "Are you scared?"

He gulped, "Yes. I mean, this is brand new for me. Are you actually planning on... touching me?"

She asked him in a whisper, "Is your fear of being caught and touching yourself for the first time holding you back from doing it? Arnold, if you don't release this tension it's going to drive you insane. There's nothing wrong with 'taking care of yourself' once in a while. Don't you take care of everyone else problems already? You have to learn to take care of your own!"

He took a deep breath, rather shakily, "It's, uh... not that I don't want to. Listen, you don't need to do this for me. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

With more motivation, that he was only worried about her being uncomfortable and didn't seem against the idea of her touching him, she looked around to see a classroom chair with a green seat in the back of the room. It was beside the sink and paper towel dispenser. She lightly took his shoulders in her hands. "You trust me, right?"

Arnold nodded lightly, wondering what she was going to do.

She backed him up, until he reached the chair, and said softly, "Sit down."

He looked beside him to see it, and slowly sat. He looked up at her just as she knelt next to him.

Her heart was beating rapidly as well, she was nervous just "thinking"about doing something so intimate with her love, even with his permission.

He already felt like gasping, and she hadn't even touched him yet. This wasn't good, it wasn't good at all. He whispered to her, trying to think logically, "I'm going to be too loud. I don't think I can hold myself back if you do this. We... uh, shouldn't be in here, doing this." He winced in pain as he felt his body twitching against his words, rejecting them.

Helga said nervously, "I'm not going to do this unless you want me to do it. I'm not risking us both being expelled from school for no reason! Sure, I want to touch you. I want to touch everything on you, but I also have enough common sense to not do it if your Mr. Do-The-Right-Thing-Do-Goodie-Nature is going to come to the rescue again."

As her body and her hands got closer to him, to wrap themselves around his neck, he admitted to her in a whisper, "But, I don't want it to come to the rescue anymore. I want to do this, badly. I want to get rid of this intense feeling, and I want you to touch me. Is that wrong to say?"

Helga was still on her knees on the floor, but backed off him as she reassured him, "Arnold, you don't need to tip-toe around me. It's just me, your girlfriend. You can be honest with me about these things. There's nothing wrong with you feeling that way. Heck, if you didn't feel that way for me something would be wrong. You don't always have to save the day. Sometimes you can let your guard down. I'm not going to judge you for it. I've been judged enough in my lifetime for the both of us!"

He whispered, grabbing her hands tightly, "Then, touch me. Teach me what it feels like to lose control."

Helga heard the bell ring for their recess break, at that point, she knew she had thirty minutes to "take care of him" before class started. Thankfully, everybody would be out for recess so nobody would hear anything. She moved closer to him, nervously. She looked into his eyes intensely, he looked both nervous and excited. She asked him for his permission, to be sure, "Are you one hundred percent sure you're okay with this?"

At that point, all he could think about was being released, but not from the Janitor's Closet. He wanted to be released from this prison that he was in, feeling so "tense" to the point that it was driving him insane! How could he possibly say no to her touch, even though he was a bit nervous with what she was going to do? Not only had he never touched himself, he had never had anybody else touch him. He said softly and nervously, "Yes, I'm sure, but... can we start off slow and work our way down?"

She blinked in surprise at her love wanting a little more romance in the lust-filled situation. She leaned into him, and whispered, "Sounds good." She met her lips with his, kissing him softly at first, and then pressing her lips against his, opening her mouth to receive him. She seductively let him duel with her tongue, to play with it like she was planning on doing to his body. She was nervous, but she wanted him. She would do anything to please him, even risk being expelled. She backed away from his lips to whisper her thoughts, at the one time in her life she knew she could admit them, "I love you, Football Head." And with those words, she cleaned his lips again, her tongue quickly finding his.

He didn't know if it was from her deep passionate kisses, her fast-moving tongue, or her love filled words, but he was already feeling like going further. He was deepening the kiss, his hands were running down her shoulders to the bottom of her back. He was having a difficult time resisting not grabbing more skin on her. He didn't just want her to open up as a person, he wanted her to open her body completely to him, to get lost in her, possibly forever. He had no clue what it felt like, but he was certain his mind wouldn't have a problem finding out. He groaned, deepening the kiss, and gripping her dress in the back.

Helga broke the kiss, with a groan from Arnold. She could tell he was getting more excited by his deeper kisses. She decided to bite his bottom lip to get him more "wound up". If there was one thing she always enjoyed doing to her love, it was teasing him, in every way possible.

He moaned as she nibbled on his lips. God, he needed her to do something, anything but torment him like this. He pulled her back from his lips, and whispered, "Please... you're driving me crazy, please. I want you to touch me. I'm ready to feel your hands."

That was the motivation she needed, and she finally put her hands underneath his shirt to feel down his chest, his muscles tensed up as she went lower, toward his hips and the place she knew he was aching for her touch. She was hesitant. She didn't start by putting her hand inside his pants, but let her hand linger on where she felt his bulge pushing into them. She massaged him from the outside. Her heart was racing, she was sweating, Criminy he's hard. He's so firm, even through his pants! How the heck did he resist doing this for so long?!

Just those little motions caused him to groan. He wanted to push his member into her hands, feel her touch, anything to bring her closer. He was... he was dying inside waiting for her to continue.

They met each other's eyes, both nervous to go further, yet desperate to feel more. He grabbed her left hand with his right hand, keeping it still from her torturous movements against him. He begged, "Go... go inside, please. Touch me."

Her heart was beating into her lungs at this point. He really was giving her permission to go further. Of course she wanted to, but having his permission was erotic for her in itself. It was making her excited, but she had to be sure she wasn't hearing things. She loved him too much. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable, "Are you... Are you sure?" Please say yes, please say yes.

Her pleading tone to touch him did it for him, and all his self-control was gone. Who cared about decency anymore. He felt like he was going to explode inside. He moved her hand down to bring it closer to him, inside of his pants and his underwear, to touch what he desperately needed her to touch. He closed his eyes with a relieved breath as she gripped him curiously.

She gasped in shock. He led her hand right to where he was... so turned on and ready for her to keep going. She started stroking him experimentally. She was taking a guess at what to do. Everything was new to her. Had he really been this firm for seven whole days?! Already, she was feeling wet just thinking about it.

He groaned, was this what it felt like to pleasure yourself? It was amazing! How come he had held himself back from doing it, what was he so afraid of? So what if somebody caught him, the pleasure of it was too much to worry about being caught anymore! All she was doing was feeling him, exploring him, pressing on him, but it triggered feelings he had never felt before. He could see himself in the future asking her to do it over and over again. He wanted her to touch him more than she was already doing. He reached for her hand inside his pants to try to show her what he wanted, just how he wanted to be gripped and stroked. He was too out of breath to explain much to her. His breathing had kicked up to well over a healthy level.

Helga was breathing deep now as well, taking a glance at her love to see his eyes closed in pleasure, his hand was bringing her hand to stroke him slowly. She could feel herself getting even wetter. Watching him react to her touch was one of the hottest things she had ever seen in her life, and she knew she could orgasm just from watching him. She wouldn't even need to touch herself like she was doing to him. She could replay the scene in her head for weeks to "come".

As she stroked him faster he could feel himself breathing even faster. What was happening? He felt like he was becoming even more tense, but it was still pleasurable. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he began to get a little scared. He let go of her lips and he managed to stop her hands from moving against him, he whispered, "Stop, Helga."

She was confused, "What do you mean stop? You want us to stop now, when it's starting to feel really good?"

He moaned in the back of his throat, and his hands subconsciously started moving her hands against his member again. He admitted heatedly and out of breath, "Mmm, I feel like something... weird's happening... to me... but I don't want you... to stop."

"I don't want to stop either," she whispered, feeling herself reaching her limit from his tortured expression. She knew from having orgasms before what he was experiencing when he told her something weird was happening. She simply said to him, "Let it happen, then."

Even more tenseness was building up inside him, but he didn't want her to stop stroking him. He breathed harshly, "Let it...?"

She whimpered, not sure if she was talking to herself or him at that point, "Let it go!" Before meeting his lips in a heated French kiss. She felt him gasp into her mouth and she groaned in pleasure as she reached down his length to catch what she assumed was his release from the buildup of pleasure. He was releasing into her hand, twitching, shuddering, and bucking with each gasp in her mouth. She dueled with his tongue, hoping to keep him quiet during this part, and using her other hand to pull him closer to her while she "came", she stroked his back with her hands to comfort him as she continued to catch the essence of him with her hand. He was hot, really hot, burning hot, was it normal to be that hot inside for a guy when they released? As soon as he "finished", she pulled her hand outside of his pants. He let go of her lips to breathe harshly. He was completely out of breath and collapsed against the back of the chair.

He was sweating on his head and under his arms, especially down where she had just brought him pleasure. Whatever happened when he had a wet dream was similar to what happened then, with his girlfriend. It was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced. He had never felt so relaxed in his life...

As Arnold caught his breath, Helga got up off her knees and looked around. She hoped to find something she could use to wipe off the evidence of what they had done, and to clean her hands off from what she had caught of him from his release. She found a rag next to a nearby sink, and to her relief she saw a paper towel dispenser above the sink. She walked rather shakily over to turn on the sink and wash her hands with soap. She grabbed multiple paper towels to wipe her hands, and threw them in a nearby trash can when she was done. He wasn't the only one that finished, she could feel that she was more than a little damp herself. Watching him react like that had caused her a reaction just like his. She knew she would need to hit a bathroom before class to clean herself up.

After using a clean rag to wipe the sweat off her face and arms, she rung it out and cleaned it. She made her way back over to Arnold, who was still seated and looked tired, but a lot more relaxed than earlier. He had pulled up his pants at that point and just stared as she stopped beside him. She handed him the rag as they both looked at each other in shock at what just took place between them.

As he took the rag from her and started to wipe his forehead and his face,. He said to her softly, "Was that what an orgasm feels like, Helga?"

She nodded.

He admitted to her, in a whisper, "It's amazing!"

She sighed, "Yeah, but now we've got to hit the bathrooms to clean the rest of ourselves up."

He nodded. He knew what she was talking about, as she didn't catch all of his "release" in her hands during his orgasm. He handed her back the rag.

Helga heard the end of recess bell ring, and knew that they only had about five minutes to clean up and get to class. They needed an excuse, quick, "Alright, Hair boy. Nobody can know what happened in this Janitor's Closet, got it? If they find out, we're liable to get expelled, or worse. What's our excuse this time?"

He thought for a moment about a good excuse, but he could only look up at his girlfriend with a shrug.

She raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? I give you the best orgasm of your life and you can't come up with an excuse to save our butts?"

He smiled sheepishly, "My mind is kind of... blank now. Basically, it's shut down for some reason."

She had to comment, "Well, that's obvious."

He thought a moment before commenting, "You know, I haven't been eating my lunch the last few days, and I did feel kind of sick before you... well, made me feel better. So, why don't we say that I felt sick and you took me to the nurse's office because you were worried I was going to throw up?"

She nodded, If his head is this clear afterwards, maybe I need to give him orgasms more often. But she said aloud, "Sounds like a plan, now let's hurry up and get out of here. We still have to hit the bathrooms."

He stood up, walking over to her, "Wait a minute, one more thing before we leave."

She turned to him and crossed her arms, "What is it now? We can't leave the Janitor's Closet at the same time so we have to hurry up!"

He asked nervously, fiddling with his hands and looking down at the ground sheepishly, "The next time that we plan on doing this, do you think... well, could I maybe touch you? You've gotten the chance to touch me, but I've never touched you, and I really want to."

Her cheeks flushed red at his comment, then she shook her head harshly and replied back to him angrily, "Criminy, Arnoldo, get your stinkin' mind out of the gutter! We've got to get back to class! We'll talk about this later!" He wants to touch me, fondle me, squeeze me. Oh, Arnold.

He was a bit disappointed, but replied with a sigh, "Sure Helga, whatever you say." But the disappointment about them both "finishing" what they started led him to wonder something.

Why didn't he want to stop now...?

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January 20th...

Olga was doing dishes and Robert just got home from work in his blue work shirt and black pants. He ran his left hand through his dark brown hair, tired from the day. He laid his stuff on their green couch to notice there was dust on the table next to it. His mother never left dust around their house when he was growing up. He tried to relax, "Olga, did you really forget to dust today?"

Olga glanced out to the living room at him as she put more dishes in the dish drainer, "I was busy putting in applications for me to get a full-time job. All the housework I was able to get done was vacuuming, mopping, and dishes. I'll dust everything tomorrow."

Robert was trying to control his temper, he really was, but he didn't understand why she was looking for a job when he was the primary provider. He had provided for her so that she could concentrate on being a housewife, why was she changing his plans?! He walked into the kitchen, "Didn't I tell you that you're my housewife, my trophy wife? I'm trying not to, but you're making me very mad." He grit his teeth angrily, when his father had come home angry his mother had gotten a job full-time to stay away from the house. It kept him from being able to spend time with her, something that he needed while being neglected during his young life. He felt like Olga was doing the same thing that his mother did to him, purposely drawing herself away from him. Pretty soon he would have nothing all over again. Why wouldn't that make him angry?

She sighed as she finished the last dish and put it in the drainer, "Sweetie, I don't want you to have to do everything around here all the time. You do enough by working two jobs. The least I can do is bring in some money of my own, plus with the release charges from your prison sentence, we're lower on cash than we usually are. I need to bring in some money for us to live on. Renting a house isn't cheap."

That did it for him. He started yelling at her, "You're not bringing any money in for me, you understand?! You're to be a stay-at-home house wife. Your job as the woman is to stay home, cook, clean, and raise our future children. I'd be damned if I let you do the same thing to me my mother did years ago! I think you just let me out of that prison to watch me suffer! Is that it, Olga? Why would you need to work if I'm working two jobs, where is the logic in that?! We have a thirty-year mortgage, not a fifteen year one. It's not going to cost us that much to survive! We don't even have kids yet! I swear you really know how to mess up a good thing!"

She couldn't help but start crying. It had barely been a week since he moved back in with her, and he was already yelling at her again. Maybe her mother was right, maybe her younger sister was right, maybe she needed to get rid of him for good, but how? She had always felt that need in her heart for somebody to love her, "Please, don't yell, Robert! We agreed to try to work things out from now on! You promised me that you wouldn't be like this!"

He cracked his knuckles. He wanted to do things right, but he was losing control quickly. The past memories of his mother leaving him one day and then dying and never coming back home were consuming him fully. His father would have used him every day. It was so much easier to hit to try to get his point across than to try to explain just how angry he was, "I promised I wouldn't hit you, but with the way you're being, you're making me consider doing just that. It's the only way you've ever learned how to be submissive. You just don't know how to be my future wife, do you?"

She was beginning to get scared and started to back up from the dishes as she looked into his eyes, "Please, Robert, I love you! Please don't start hitting me again..." she backed up into the wall. Her hands were soaked from washing dishes, her clothes were dirty and sweaty from housework.

He approached her, his eyes burning with anger, hatred in his heart. That was it for him, he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't change.

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January 27th...

It was fifteen minutes until class was to be dismissed. Mr. Frank was reading a book at his desk. His class was filling out a history worksheet for the reading assignment they did twenty minutes ago.

Helga was bored. She had finished her worksheet like her best friend had and was waiting for the day to be over. She was as book smart as her older sister, but why wasn't she as brain smart? First, it was Arnold. She refused to be herself around him when she moved in the boarding house. She yelled and screamed at him all the time and picked fights about anything. Now that she was getting along with him, she couldn't get along with his parents. Now that she had finally let go of her secrecy toward the class about the relationship her and Arnold had, her aggression had turned towards them. She couldn't change. She was starting to bully people like Harold and Rhonda again, but why? She truly wanted to be set free, but she didn't have biological parents that could show her how to. Stella had done nothing but show her compassion, and Miles had done nothing but let her stay with them. It only took one question into her personal business and her emotions went out of control. She was really thinking of giving up completely on herself. Who cared how she acted towards anyone anymore, even Arnold. He was right... He couldn't keep saving her from the inevitable and keeping secrets from his parents. It was unfair to him. It was only a matter of time before she would be thrown out of there as well...

Helga sighed. She decided to focus on something else instead of not being able to change. She pulled out her notebook, and broke off a very tiny piece of paper, just enough to make a tiny ball to put through a straw. She pulled out her straw—old habits died hard, she supposed—as she put the straw in her mouth. She hit Arnold with a spit-wad. She was thankful at that point they moved back to their original seats after the sex-ed class just so that she could pick on him. As she expected, he turned around to look into her eyes intensely. She wasn't sure if the heated expression from him was anger or irritation, but she loved it. She whispered harshly, "What?" It didn't matter how many times she did it, it always got his attention.

Arnold was already having trouble concentrating, but now that he had caught a glimpse of his girlfriend's skin, his mind was running wild. To say he wasn't "turned on" was an understatement, even "taking care of himself" in the shower every morning wasn't relaxing him during the day. He had just started going to the bathrooms to relieve himself during class time, but it had only been two hours since the last time he went. People would start to get suspicious, wouldn't they? He sighed, he didn't care anymore, he needed to "take care of himself"again. He put his left hand up to get Mr. Frank's attention.

Mr. Frank looked over at Arnold, "Yes, Arnold, what is it?"

He said, "May I be excused? I have to go to the bathroom really bad."

Mr. Frank narrowed his eyes, and said, "You do realize there's only ten minutes of class left in the day, correct? You can't wait until you get home?"

Arnold breathed, he wanted to get "home" and as quickly as possible. He said, "I've finished my assignment to turn in, and yes, may I go? Please?"

Mr. Frank sighed, "Very well. Give me your assignment and go ahead."

Arnold rushed out of the room with undesired urgency, and Helga couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. Didn't he go to the bathroom like three times that day already? What was wrong with him? Football Head has been acting weird the past couple of weeks. Oh well, it's probably nothing to worry about. He probably ate something that disagreed with him or has a touch of that stomach flu going around. With those thoughts, she opened up her math book, ready to worship her love again while he was away. Unfortunately, just as she started writing, the bell interrupted her thoughts. She scowled in anger. Figures. I still can't get a blasted minute away from him!

Mr. Frank said boredly, "Go on, board your buses."

As all the kids ran out, Helga looked around the hallways, but didn't see her boyfriend. This was the second time that week he wasn't there to walk home with her. She shrugged, at least it would give her some time by herself. As she opened the front door of PS 118 and walked down the steps, she saw the last person she expected waiting for her at the bottom: Olga Pataki.

Olga rushed up to her to squeeze her tightly, "There you are, baby sister! Oh, I was just so worried about you! I didn't know where you were or if anyone found you! Oh, I just missed you so much!"

Helga groaned, using her hands to push Olga off her. She had too many problems within herself to enjoy this "fantastic" reunion with her annoying older sister. She said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, so where have you been the last month? It's bad enough you offered for me to move in while you're living with an abusive man, but did you even bother to search for me at all?" Helga crossed her arms. She couldn't help but be mean, that was the whole problem. Olga may have acted like she cared, but she obviously didn't if she didn't even show any concern the two months she was living with Arnold. She didn't even go looking for her! She was just like all her other family members that left her.

Olga said, "I called Foster Care. I wanted to get involved in the situation, but they told me to stay out of it and they would be in touch if they found you. I didn't get a call from them in the last two months so I figured I would meet you up here at the school. If I didn't see you, I was going to come in and talk with the office. Oh, Helga, where are you staying? Do you have proper money and nutrition? If you need anything you know I'm only a call away! Here, I'll give you my new house number!" She pulled out her purse, looking for a piece of paper.

Helga kept her arms crossed, still not wanting to open up to one of her nonexistent family members, "So, you put me on Foster Care's list instead of going to look for me? All your words are pointless now, Olga. Did you just come by here to make a show in response from your lack of affections the last few months, or do you actually have a reason for volunteering your precious time to me?"

Olga stopped what she was doing to say, "I've been thinking about you a lot, and I was so worried something serious happened. Yesterday I made the decision to go up to your school and make sure you had a place to stay. You can move back in with me now, Helga. Things will be different, I promise."

"I'm sure they'll be a lot different now that Robert is out of your life. Did they give him time, and how many years?" She was curious. Hopefully he would be in jail for the rest of his life.

Olga's sighed, kneeling down to her younger sister's level to put a left hand on Helga's right shoulder, she said, "Baby sister, you're only eleven. I wish you wouldn't have gotten involved with trying to fix my problems. I didn't know what to do when Robert went to jail. I wanted to work things out with us before, and it made things more difficult to try after he was locked up."

Helga raised an eyebrow, "You do realize there is no point in trying when your ex-fiancé is taken to jail and sentenced for life, right? I mean, I did you a favor to try to help you out, the least you could do is be grateful to me."

Olga played with her hands nervously. She tried to look into Helga's eyes as she confessed, "I can't live without Robert, Helga. I don't know how else to explain it. He's the only one making an income now. I have to find a permanent job now that I've graduated college before I can try to live without him."

Helga's eyes widened, "What exactly are you saying to me? Please, Olga, please don't tell me you did what I think you did?"

Olga burst in hysterical tears, thinking that she almost lost her ex-fiancé for good. That they wouldn't have the opportunity to work out the problems they had together, "I had no money to get him out of jail. I had to sell my car. I took the bus here to meet you today because I was so worried about you. I figured I could take buses for a while until I can afford another car again. Robert makes enough money to support us both, and I'm sure he can get me another car soon enough." She looked sadly into her little sister's eyes, "That was an awful thing you did, baby sister. Maybe you meant to help us out, but it made everything worse."

Helga slowly started to raise her voice, seething from anger, "So, let me get this straight, Mary Sunshine. I get you out of an abusive relationship, even while being hit on myself. I call the police for you and run away to hide myself so that I don't go to foster care, and you sold your car and gave up the remaining of your finances just to let him back into your life? How entirely STUPID do you have to be to let somebody who's abusing you back into your house? Do you have a mental block or something?! Do you LIKE being physically hurt?!"

Olga cried, she thought it would please Helga that she did the right thing, and that Robert was truly trying to make a change. She explained, "He's trying to change, Helga. He wants to be a better person, just like I want to be a better future wife to him. We aren't in a relationship now, but down the line, he's liable to be my future husband. I want you to appreciate all the things he does right. He is a part of me now. I can't leave him. He's also done better with managing his anger. He's only hit me one time in the last couple weeks."

Helga didn't get it, even when she did the right thing she was punished for it! So that time she spent in the Safehouse after risking her safety was pointless? She didn't even appreciate her calling the police to protect her from being abused! Where was her big sister's mind at, how many times would she have to save Olga from a messed-up relationship for her to finally get it! To not get involved in one?! Her anger was building up fast, and she was losing control. She continued, "If you really cared about me, you would have searched for me sooner and not bailed your ex out of jail instead! If you even had half a brain after going to college, you would know abuse is the reason to stay out of a relationship, not get back into one! What's it going to take for you to understand, huh? What exactly do I need to do to get it through your thick head that all these men you're dating are using you?!" She was closer to Olga now, she felt adrenaline running through her veins. She was even screaming. So much for being a good little sister, it was pointless, just like every other good thing she'd done.

"Helga, please, listen to me! You don't know Robert the way that I do. He's really a wonderful hard-working man once you get to know him, who just needs a bit of ti-"

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Helga blinked in shock at herself after she punched Olga in the face. She let her anger get the best of her again. She was about to say to her big sister that she would need to put up with this abuse the rest of her life, but she hit her instead. She didn't realize what she did until she saw tears in her big sister's eyes, and Olga ran away before she could apologize.

Helga was shaking with anger, and she was disappointed in herself again. The millionth person she had yelled at that week, and the third person she had punched in the last few wonderful. She knew then that she was hopeless. She would never change, no matter what. She would quit trying...

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February 3rd...

It was about six PM. Helga was sitting at Arnold's computer. She was trying to focus on her homework that Friday evening and ignore the deep emptiness in her broken heart; the hole that had been inside of her heart for years.

Arnold was laying on his bed; he looked to be engaged in a book.

No matter how hard she tried to type out her essay, she couldn't focus on her homework. She was too upset about the way she'd been acting. Cognitive behavior therapy didn't help, even wanting to change herself was pointless. It was no wonder her whole family left her, her father, her mother, and now her sister was gone. Gone for good, and she was likely never to hear from any of them again. She stopped typing and looked over at her boyfriend. He happened to glance up from his book to look at her, or at least she thought he was looking up from his book. He could have been looking at her the whole time and she wouldn't have noticed. She was too distracted with her thoughts. She sighed, "I can't focus on school work, Arnold. Want to go for a walk? We don't have to turn this in until Monday."

Arnold's large pupils stared her down as he tried to focus... Go for a walk, go for a walk. Hmm, that might be a good way to clear my mind. Then again, it might be a bad idea, especially if we spend the night. He groaned, he wanted to spend the night with her. He wanted to sleep with her, anywhere away from the place he was sleeping with her now. Prying eyes could see them at the boarding house if they slept together. He closed his eyes, why was it so hard to focus these days? So "hard" he was. It was like the line between right and wrong was blurred. His mind was on fire, consumed with nasty thoughts. Then again, she didn't care if he was excited or wanted to sleep with her, so why should he? He looked over her body as he said to her, "Well, if you want to spend the night out tonight, I'll ask my parents if we can stay at the Safehouse. Maybe we can spend a few nights there, you know, talk and get to know each other some more." I really want to get to know her, every part of her.

Helga had to roll her eyes after he said that. She stood up off the computer seat, and pushed the chair in. She said, "Is that what you want to do again? This just in, Arnold, you already know practically everything about me. I don't know why you even try half of the time. Your parents don't even talk to me anymore. Pretty soon, you'll be the same way." Just like everybody else. Just like my family, and just like my life. Completely gone and hopeless.

Arnold wasn't thinking about taking a walk, and he wasn't thinking of talking. Forget talking when he could put actions to use. He couldn't believe his thoughts. He needed to stop this! He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and walked over to his closet. He didn't even wait for a response from her. He was determined to leave and distract his mind. He handed her an old blue jacket he wore a year ago. He said, "Let's go to the Safehouse and spend the night." I'm sure my parents will be fine with it as long as I'm with somebody. They think I'm about six anyway. He felt a shiver, not only from his body, but from the hole in his heart that longed to be filled with some form of emotional intimacy.

They both walked towards the door as he turned off his ceiling lights. He locked it and walked down the stairs with her.

Just as Arnold thought, his parents were downstairs. They were probably cooking dinner or cleaning up. He called out to them, clearly not looking for an answer of no, "We're headed off to spend the night with friends. Will be back tomorrow sometime." It was just a little lie, wouldn't do any harm, right? He had to get rid of this tension he was carrying for the last... who remembers how long. Hopefully Helga wouldn't mind "taking care of him"that night.

Stella looked at her son in surprise, and she called out to them, "Oh, Helga, keep an eye on Arnold for me. I don't want him to talk to any strangers, or get hurt crossing streets. The street lights are just starting to come on and it's getting dark. Be careful you two!"

Helga stopped at the door before walking out, and she called out to her, "Don't worry, Mrs. Shortman. I'll take care of him tonight." At least she could try to get along with his parents, maybe they would start talking to her if she started a decent conversation. She opened her mouth to say more...

...before she had the chance at speaking again, her boyfriend, who was outside, put a hand inside to pull her outside with him. She recovered quickly, holding his hand as they walked down the sidewalk. She raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, but managed to keep her mouth shut.

After hearing Helga's conversation with his mother, it took everything inside of him to not start making out with her and "taking care" of her right in front of the boarding house. He needed to get to that Safehouse, and quick! Somewhere nobody would see them or know what they were doing. Forget distracting himself, he just wanted to relieve himself now.

Helga was starting to get tired from the fast pace. Why was he in such a hurry? It was like he wanted to escape from the very city they were in. Apparently, something was bothering him as well, but what? Was it the reason he had been acting so odd lately?

After boarding two buses, Helga recognized with sadness they were close to where Olga lived. Why was he taking her so far away from their home? Her feet were getting tired and she wanted to sit down. When she said she wanted to take a walk, the last thing she expected was for it to be a few hours long. Finally, she pulled her hand away from his and crossed her arms. He glanced at her curiously as she asked, "Okay, Bucko. I can only take so much of the run around without asking questions. Where the heck are you taking me?"

Arnold groaned, his mind not focused at all on what she was asking him. Taking her, taking her... that sounds like such a good idea right now. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? She asked me a question.He answered her, "We're going to the Safehouse-"

"-But you also said we were staying with friends."

Arnold sighed as he walked over to the Safehouse door. Coincidentally, they were there, "Actually, that was a lie. None of our friends are at the Safehouse tonight. I was just worried my parents wouldn't let me stay out if I was pretty much by myself. I needed this time as much as you do." Please don't ask too many questions. I just want to get inside and numb my mind now, maybe even my tortured body. Can we just make-out?

But she said, "You lied to your parents? Wow, Football Head, that's a new one for you. I didn't even think you were capable of it."

He held the door open for her as she walked in and down the steps. He replied to her, "I'm capable of lying. I can't always be the golden boy." And I sure don't feel like the golden boy, with all the things I'm thinking of doing to you in here.

When she stepped off the ladder, she looked for a place to sit down. Her boyfriend locked the door, stepped off the steps, and followed her inside the Safe-house's living room. Just as his girlfriend found the couch, he turned her around, staring into her eyes darkly.

What's... going on? Why's he looking at me like that? She spoke, "Arnold, what are you...?"

He backed her up against the wall gently meeting her lips with his... God, it had been way too long since they kissed. He was losing control, fast. Of course he wanted to make out with her at the Safehouse, but his body was beginning to think of other things they could do. No adults, no kids, no supervision. Just like his first dream when they were at the gym together. There was nothing stopping him from touching her, everywhere. Maybe she would even let him see her this time. Maybe he could make her moan the way that she made him in that Janitor's Closet. The way that he made himself every time he "took care of himself"in the bathroom. He was going crazy with unbearable tension, this need to get to release, and as soon as possible! His tongue was frolicking around hers at a mile a minute. He could taste the cherry flavored gum she had chewed earlier that day. It was so intoxicating, so addicting. Everything about her was addicting. He couldn't get his mind off her, oh, he could "get off" on her alright. Just a few simple touches. It didn't matter whether he was sleeping or awake. He wanted to do everything to her, anything to her. It was such a new feeling, and now, he would finally get the chance to make her feel as good as she made him feel. He backed out of her mouth, taking a chance at doing to Helga what she had done to him only weeks ago. He bit her bottom lip softly, his body shook as she groaned in the back of her throat. He slowly made his way down to her neck. Oh, how would it feel to bite her neck? To make lines, maybe even words to show the world that she was his? Only his. He could do whatever he wanted to her there! And everybody would know who she belonged to every time they saw her neck with his bites on it.

Helga felt Arnold's shudder just as she pushed his head away from her neck. It wasn't just his lips she felt, she could feel the length of him against her dress. God was he that turned on already? All they had done was went for a walk! They had hardly said one or two words to each other. They had only been kissing for maybe five minutes. Why was he so turned on so quick? She needed to put an end to his erratic and random kissing because he wasn't stopping even with her pushing him away from her neck. She was supposed to be the one who was in control and catching him off guard, not the other way around. She was sick of him catching her off guard all the time. She pushed his lips away from hers, breathing hard. It was difficult enough to stop without him being persistent. As he looked into her eye with his big pupils, she had to stare back with narrowed eyes into his. Who did he think he was? Pushing her against the wall, claiming her lips as his own, and randomly making out in the Safehouse with the door locked. How dare he play her role! She said, "What the heck is going on here?! First, you lie about friends being here, and then you start making out with me as soon as we walk in. Arnold, I thought we came here to talk! You've been so erratic lately it's freaking me out! You've barely said a few words to me in the last month, and when you do speak, you start kissing me instead! And what's with you heading to the bathroom every couple of hours at school, and taking two showers a day at home? Have you been sick or something?" She thought to herself, Maybe he is sick, he sure is acting sick.

Arnold wanted to claim her lips again, and claim her body as his own. He tried his best to hold himself back, and explain his ways to her. Hopefully he would get to know her way soon enough, "Maybe I am sick, Helga, but if I'm sick, it's only from you."

Helga was sick of the double meanings, and growled at him as she replied, "Maybe love-sick bucko, but I haven't been physically sick lately."

Arnold kissed her neck lightly as he admitted to her in a whisper, "I can't get you off my mind. I've been getting myself off all the time to you. I can't stop thinking of doing things to you, really bad things to you."

Helga blinked in shock, her cheeks started to light up. Did he really admit that he wanted to do naughty things to her? Whoa...

She was silent, and he was worried that he might be scaring her, so he said, "I'm so sorry, Helga. I've tried to be civil towards you and hold myself back. That's why I've been taking more showers and going to the bathrooms all the time. You're really hard to resist, and it's been hard..." he groaned, "because of you. I don't think you realize how hard it is to fall asleep every night. Something about you really gets me wound up, and it keeps me awake." He paused a moment, and it took everything he had not to meet her lips right then and there. He stopped moving beside her lips, and whispered, "Something about you, like how you feel against me, and how you tease me non-stop. Don't get me wrong, I love it. I love what you do to me, because it brings up feelings that I have never felt before. And the more you do it, the more it rises," he shuddered as he spoke, and he could swear Helga felt it, "Even when you stop teasing me, everything keeps building up. The truth is, these past few months have been nothing but torture for me. No matter how many times I 'take care of myself' in the bathroom, it comes," he shivered, closing his eyes, "everything... comes back to you. I've never felt this way about anyone, and I doubt I ever will again."

Helga whispered back to him, "So I turn you on? Is that what you're saying?" It was then she realized what was wrong with him the last month. He's obsessed with it! He's completely and utterly obsessed with sex!

He whispered, "Listen, I just want to kiss you right now. Can we continue kissing? Please? You're driving me crazy."

Helga breathed in. Was this his way of trying to tell her that he loved her? "Are you just figuring out that you love me, Arnold? That all the times you've made out with me in the past are ways of expressing your feelings?" Could it be? Is he finally developing the feelings that I've had for him since I was three? Feelings that I have so long harbored for him. This would be it. This would be the time that he admitted his love for her. She waited urgently and impatiently. What was he waiting for?! Why didn't he said those three words yet? Was he trying to drive her insane?!

He sighed, how could he possibly tell her he loved her? It felt more like built up sexual frustration than love, and he didn't want to get her hopes up or lie to her. Sure he cared a lot about her, but now he just wanted to kiss her. "I... I can't say that to you. What I can say is that I want you more than anything. I want us to touch each other until we're both so sore we can't get up in the morning. I want to spend the night lost in your arms. I wouldn't mind spending the weekend wrapped up in you. I don't want to stop touching you, not on my life, and I want to show you my body willingly, all of me. I'm hoping that you will show me all of you now, too. I really want to see every part of you, but I wasn't sure how to ask you without sounding crazy. Let's... let's do this, please? For so long, I've wanted this emotional intimate connection with somebody, somebody that I could be myself with. Somebody that could 'take care' of me. Let's get lost in each other tonight. I want to do to you what you did to me in the janitor's closet, and never stop. I want to bring you that much pleasure, until I feel your whole body shaking against me. I don't want to dream about it anymore. I want the real thing, like I'm sure you've wanted with me too. I want to give all of me to you. I may not have the same strong feelings you do, but I'm sure I don't want anything or anyone else but you."

Helga gasped. It may not have been a love confession, but it was good enough for her. He wanted her and she was willing to give all of herself to him. He could touch her, feel her, give her pleasure anyway he wished. She whispered, "Then take me. Take me all night, until you're so sore you can't bear to take me no more. I want all of you too, and don't you forget it, bucko. I've waited my whole life for somebody to want me. For somebody to make me feel good inside. That hole inside of me has longed to be filled with nothing but you. Take this emotional pain away from me, Arnold! You can have your way with me anytime you wish!" With those words, she met his lips heatedly, quickly finding his tongue and dueling with it. Wow, she was already turned on,and his deep passionate kisses were not making it any easier. Was this why he couldn't hold back? Was this the feelings he was so consumed with? If it was, no wonder he kept on kissing her instead of confessing his feelings. It was too hard to resist, just as hard as the feeling of his body pressed up against hers. It was obvious he wanted way more than just kisses from her. With that thought, she lowered her head down to his neck to start biting him. She started to spell out her initials on his neck. To show the world just who he belonged to: H.G.P.

Arnold groaned as he pushed her toward him. He was hoping she would bite him even rougher. Whatever the reason, it felt amazing to have her lips on him. He wondered how her lips would feel everywhere: his chest, his stomach, his legs, even his... he groaned as he felt himself shudder, the simple kisses on his neck from her, even the many bites she was leaving was not enough. He wanted more! He took her shoulders to pull her away from his neck, and begged, "Please Helga, don't torture me like this anymore! Let me see you!"

Helga felt her girlhood tremble at his words. She spoke in a playful voice, "What part of me did you want to see, Arnold?"

He groaned, "You have no clue what you're doing to me."

Helga was starting to feel like she was being tortured. Instead of replying, she lifted up her dress and threw it off her and across the room. She met his lips lightly and kissed him softly on the mouth before pulling away. She led his hands to her bra, somewhat nervously. She whispered, "The clasp is in the back, but don't be afraid to undo it." At that moment, she was so thankful to be out of her training bra, although a bit nervous because her breasts weren't very big at all. She was worried he wouldn't like her body or he would be disappointed with it.

Arnold groaned as he put his hands around her and felt for it, with a bit of a struggle. He finally figured out how to click it together and release it. He let her bra drop to the ground and felt her bare breasts with his hands gently, on display just for him. He knew she could feel his body shaking against hers with pleasure. Just the touch of her skin and he could already feel himself starting to reach his breaking point.

In spite of him shaking against her, she was still worried what he thought about her breasts. She was self-conscious, and said, "I know they're not much. I just started wearing regular bras late last year. I'm barely an A. Heck, the only reason I'm out of a training bra is because of Olga getting one for me." It was then she felt bad again about what she did to her older sister recently and she looked away from Arnold. She was not only nervous but ashamed of herself.

Arnold took her look as meaning she didn't approve of herself, that she felt ashamed of her body. He looked at her breasts. They had gotten slightly bigger from when he last glimpsed at her bathing suit at the beach. There was a definite roundness around them that was clearly not her muscles. What was more, her nipples were standing out from her skin, begging to be touched. He looked at her face and said, "How can you feel ashamed of them? And how can you feel any hesitance when you turn me on this much? I'm literally shaking against you. You have no idea how hard it is now," he breathed, "how hard it is to control myself and just... wait for you."

Helga looked up into his eyes hesitantly, "Really?"

He said, "Of course. You're my girlfriend, Helga. I'm not just with you because of your body, although this is great in itself."

Helga waited for Arnold to make a move. For him to do something, anything. Then she realized that he was waiting for her permission. She smirked, "How badly do you want me?"

Arnold pressed his body against hers to show her his "excitement", and admitted, "Badly."

Helga was encouraged and continued, "How badly do you want to touch me?"

Arnold groaned, "Why are you asking me that? You know how badly I want to touch you."

She whispered, "Then continue touching me. Bring me pleasure like I brought you before."

With those words, he started feeling her breasts. He massaged them and touched them, finding new ways to please and pleasure her. He could do it all night to her. He could do everything to her, including touching her beneath her underwear. It was the only thing that she was wearing now.

Helga moaned as he touched her breasts. Her nipples were hard against his hands. She could see herself asking him to do this again. She could also see herself stroking and playing with him. She already knew it would be a long night for the both of them. Maybe they could even go until morning...

He was learning as he went along. His girlfriend's breasts were the first he had seen in his life, and he had never fondled, played, or massaged anyone's before. He could tell by the way that she pushed her chest into his hands that she liked what he was doing.

She panted, completely out of breath. It was one thing fantasizing about him, another with him being right in front of her, doing the things to her that she fantasized. She was gripping his arms against her breasts, she didn't want him to stop.

Taking a chance, his fingers reached up to touch her dark nipples. She moaned and closed her eyes in pleasure, so he kept going. He held each nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed them, and that was when his girlfriend screamed his name. She screamed loud enough for her voice to echo across the neighborhood. He winced from her screaming. He was so thankful he had taken them to a place far away from where they lived.

He let go of her nipples. He was sure that wasn't a scream of pain, but wanting to make sure he didn't hurt her, he asked, "Are you okay?"

She tried to catch her breath and speak. All she could do was pant, "Of... of course... I'm okay... you just... made me..."

Arnold's dirty mind put two and two together quickly, "Did I just make you orgasm? Just by touching your-"

"-Uh-huh." And with that, she collapsed on the ground on her back.

After she collapsed, his concern came back to him. He moved over to lay next to her on the floor. He touched her head as she opened her eyes weakly. He said, "Hey, it's okay. We can stop if you need to take a breather."

Although she was out of breath, she chuckled a bit, "Stop? Stop?! You think I want... to stop after you did that?! Ha, yeah right! And besides, I didn't even get the chance to return the favor. Come here, bucko." With newfound determination, she pushed him on his back and got on top of him on the Safehouse floor. She could feel his heart beating through his chest in nervousness and whispered to him lovesick, "Don't be nervous, my love."

He whispered, "I'm worried I'm going to finish too fast. I've been worked up so long."

She positioned her hips so that she could see the bulge in his pants clearly, she said, "I can tell! Now, how would you like me to do this?"

His mind was a little foggy from all the pleasure, and so he asked, "Do what?"

"We need your pants off, genius, unless you're just planning on me grabbing you from the inside like I did in the Janitor's Closet." Come on, Arnold-o. I want to actually see you this time. Don't be a sap!

"Mmm," thinking about the Janitor's Closet did things to his body and mind, he said, "Get off me a second. I'll pull them down." As she stood off the ground, he breathed, lifting his hips to push his pants and underwear down to his knees. He didn't even bother getting off the ground.

Helga raised an eyebrow as she watched him in surprise. As she saw his erection for the first time since the fourth grade, she could feel her girlhood trembling again. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure. Gone were all the wrinkles she saw behind his couch, except on his testicles, but even those had drawn up close to his body. With him being fully erected, she calculated that he was a couple inches longer than she remembered him. He wasn't very big, considering he was twelve, but she could tell his member had grown a bit in the last few years. What was more erotic was that he was going to allow her to touch him freely, with no barriers. He was so hard, so hot and bothered. He couldn't even bother getting off the ground to take his clothes off. Whoa... she had never seen him so "worked up" before. She knelt down, putting both of her legs on the sides of his legs. She touched his shaft with her hands lightly, just feeling it and exploring him. She was too curious and memorized to do much else.

Just the slightest touch, and he could feel his member hard against her hand. His body wanted to get closer. His hips were trying to raise up to bring himself closer, even with her on the top of his legs. After a few more touches, she stopped.

He was confused and glanced at her face.

She was looking at his member and admiring what she had only seen a couple of times in her life. He certainly had the ability to take her over the edge in any situation. She could tell she would completely ruin her underwear doing this.

He tried to be patient, but he couldn't wait anymore. He said, "You can keep going, you know. Did you need help figuring out what to do? I thought you knew how to touch me from when I showed you in the janitor's closet." with that thought, he gasped.

Her body shook as she watched his member twitch desperately in front of her. It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. She had never seen a penis twitch like that. He was turned on badly, and obviously waiting for her to continue. She looked into his eyes with curiosity and nervousness. It was one thing to see your Lover's penis behind closed doors. A completely different thing to have it close up, right in front of you, longing to be touched.

He groaned in frustration and took her hand to lead it to his penis. She gasped in surprise as he showed her again how to please him, stroking his penis with her hand and showing her what to do. How rough he liked it, "Like... like this," he gasped, "it feels really good when you do that. Stroke it, just like that," he breathed, sweating.

She stroked him for a couple of seconds longer, and then went to the head of his penis and rubbed her thumb against it. She asked him, "What about this, is this okay?" She felt him twitch in her hand, and shudder. His hips raised slightly, and she felt moisture coming out of him as she rubbed him there. She swallowed nervously, stopping herself from rubbing him anymore. He was a lot more excited than she thought. He was already close to...

He moaned, "Don't stop, please. I'm really close to the end."

She started to stroke him again without the assistance of his hands. She built up her speed as she did. She saw a bit more clear fluid coming out of him. Oh yes, he was definitely making sperm, and it was looking to be a lot of it.

He was dying to push himself against her hands, and he knew he had to warn her what was going to happen, "Please, keep going, but... Mmm, will you have something to clean up... afterwards?" He gasped in pleasure, and that was the end for him. His hips bucked off the floor and he started to soak her hand in clear white liquid, arching his back, his whole body trembling.

She gasped. She was used to the heat from the one time he orgasmed in her hand, but not how much he was starting to! He twitched once, twice, three times, four times, Five, wow! Was it normal for a boy his age to release so much sperm? He was even starting to spill it on the top of his legs. He groaned at the hotness, and his spasms started to reduce after that.

She pulled her hand away from his member and looked at him in awe. He was a sight to see: his sweaty body laying on the floor, his left hand on his forehead, his eyes closed in relaxation, his heavy breathing. It was hot, he was hot. Wow, he was hot. She needed to wash her hands and clean up his release from it. She needed to clean up him! Now she knew what he meant by cleaning up, and luckily she saw a sink in the next room. The Safehouse had been used to treat the wounded and heal the sick in the past, so they had plenty of rags, paper towels, and soaps ready to use. She sat up and walked over to the sink. She washed her hands and her arms of his "release". Then, she took a rag and soaked it with cold water. She wiped her face down of the sweat. After that, she used some soap to rinse her arms and hands off, and then dried them with a towel. She went over to Arnold with a rag. He sat up off the floor and he pulled off his sweaty shirt. He grabbed the rag she held out for him to use.

He wiped the sweat off his face and arms first, cooling himself down with the cold rag. He then wiped down from the top of his chest all the way to his member and the top of his legs, that had his fluid all over them.

As she watched him curiously, she had to ask, "Do you always release that much? I mean, I didn't know guys "came" so much when they orgasmed."

After he was finished wiping himself, he collapsed against the floor again in exhaustion. He dropped the rag above where he was laying, and said, "Me neither. I've been learning it's pretty normal for me."

Helga laid sideways next to him. She put her head in her left hand and stared in surprise, "Pretty normal for you? Didn't know I had a sex God as a boyfriend."

He chuckled, "I don't know about that, but I do know I would like to "take care" of you too."

Helga smirked, "You don't even need to ask, Hair boy," she got up quickly and removed her soaked underwear. She laid back down beside him, on her back. "Ready whenever you are."

Arnold could feel himself "stirring" just looking at her naked vagina. He wanted to touch her. He pulled off his pants and underwear the rest of the way to leave them on the ground. His mind reacted before he could give her a warning. He kneeled on top of her legs, each of his leg on each side of hers just like she did to him earlier. He put a curious finger inside of her vagina.

Helga gasped when she felt herself clenching up. She didn't know if it was nervousness from being touched by her love for the first time, or from being turned on for so long. She said, "Well, you don't waste any time at all, do you!?"

He used his finger to feel from the very back of her to the very front of her vagina. He wasn't stroking her, just feeling her and trying to learn where everything was for the first time. She was already so wet. He had never seen nor felt the inside of a vagina in his life. He was curious to learn how to please his girlfriend. He said, "I couldn't control myself when I saw you completely naked. You're just way too hot, and I'm already starting to feel ready again."

Helga whispered, "Criminy! You don't need to flatter me here. I already know you take time to build yourself up. No need to lie." She gasped as he hit a nerve on the top of her vagina. She was guessing it was the nerve she had played with on herself a few times before. She didn't remember what it was called, but it felt amazing just to be touched by his finger on it. She bit her lip as she felt herself getting wetter.

He said, "I'm not lying. When it comes to you, I could go all night without end. It only takes me a few minutes to reset myself."

Helga didn't know whether his touch or his words were turning her on more. Although it sounded odd for him to keep going without a reset, she couldn't concentrate on that when he was touching her so intimately. She could already feel herself approaching another orgasm, "Criminy, Arnold, you haven't even started playing with my button yet and you're already bringing me close!"

He looked surprised as he kept touching her insides in curiosity. He whispered, "Really? You haven't orgasmed yet? I thought for sure you were orgasming while I was touching you. You're so wet right now."

The dirty talk from her boyfriend was doing it to her. She gasped, raising her hips slightly to try and get his hands deeper inside her, "Wow, Arnold-o. Didn't think you were capable of such dirty talk!"

"I'm just stating facts, did you want me to stop?" he asked, and yet he didn't stop touching her. She felt so warm, so good inside.

"Don't you dare stop now! Faster, go faster, and start touching my button!"

He blushed lightly, admitting, "But... I don't know what I'm doing. What am I supposed to touch? Where exactly is your 'button'? Did you want me to go back and forth, or left and right against it?"

Not knowing exactly how to explain it, she sat up and used her hand to drag his finger closer to where she felt the most intense. That little bud that was dying to be touched, "Right... here," she gasped with a groan.

As soon as he felt it, he gasped as he felt his member twitch. Then, he could feel some more moisture soaking his fingers. Apparently he was turning her on from him being turned on. She was opening her legs more and more. He looked into her eyes in surprise, she looked into his intensely, and said, "Don't stop now, keep going!"

He started to play with the little knob, moving it back and forth. He was hoping it was bringing her pleasure and not pain. He could only watch her facial expressions to determine it.

She moaned, she wanted to slam her hips into his hands, push her body closer to his somehow. She was very close, and gave him a warning, "I'm getting close, don't stop no matter what I do, got it?"

He gulped nervously as he continued to play with her at the same speed. He started to feel more wetness against his hand, and looked up at her in surprise as she threw her head back with a gasp. Even more wetness started to soak his hands and he was amazed. He could feel her internal muscles clasping and tugging at his curious fingers with each spasm of her hips. With a long groan, she collapsed against the floor and he could only look at her in shock. then. He pulled his fingers out of her vagina, they were soaked. Did this really happen? Did he really made his girlfriend orgasm, twice!? It was amazing, unbelievable! And honestly, probably better than him doing it to himself! Bringing her pleasure brought him pleasure, and he could already feel himself completely ready to go again. He wiped his hands with the rag above where they were laying. He laid on his back a moment before he couldn't take it anymore. Not even thinking about waiting for her to relax, he took her arms and pulled her on top of him on the floor. He spoke to her surprised gaze, "Want to go again? I'm ready."

Helga blinked, still breathing heavily, "What? That's impossible! How can you already be ready? It's only been ten minutes since you last...!"

"-Yep. I don't understand it either, but I'm ready. I told you that you do strange things to me. So, can we go again? Or did I need to take care of the problem myself?" He smirked, knowing her answer already by the smirk on her face.

"Is that a dare?"

He smiled slyly, entwining her hands with his. He whispered heatedly, "Do your worst to me, Pataki. I'm all yours."