She keyed open a door and I stepped inside a tiny apartment. ‘Hello,’ said a friendly voice. ‘Timmy, this is my mother, Mabel,’ Ellen said. �...�Mabel, this is Timmy.’ ‘I’ve heard a lot about you,’ Mabel grinned. ‘My daughter seems to dote on you.’ ‘I think she’s pretty special,’ I replied, handing Mabel the food I had brought. ‘Or was that pretty and special?’ Ellen blushed. ‘Is your husband working late?’ I politely inquired, directing my gaze to Mabel. Ellen finally lost control and burst into. ”“For all of us,” I agreed. “I’m not upset with Liz for having sex. Only she could decide when she was ready. I wasn’t even too bothered by it being an older guy, but the more I think about it, I probably should have been. She was only fourteen and he was ten years older. But married? I may have a use for my bolt-action .22.”“Don’t do that, Mike! It won’t fix things and you’d be in jail!”“Now there’s a thought,” I said. “I should turn the guy in. They could charge him with statutory rape which. I never brought up her disability and neither did she. I thought it would add tension or make it awkward so I just left it alone. I waited in the coffee shop while she was running about half an hour late. I heard her come in through the door. She was in an electrically powered wheelchair. She had a bouncy personality, a cute face and was about a third the size of an average woman. He legs and rib cage were stunted by a disease that was very uncommon. Her breasts were perky, though, and she was. I wish. Its been 2 years since I had felt a cock inside me. Not that I was short of offers, I just had to take time out. Now here I am, a 27 year old woman in need of some attention.At last the train pulls into the station. I step aboard, walk along till I find an empty carriage and take a seat. An older man sits a few tables in front, facing me. I smile, and he bids me good morning. Nice of him I thought. I stare out of the window as the train pulls away and before long we reach the next stop..