Runaways

My first apartment was split between a number of roomies. Each would go visit parents over weekends when possible. It was rare to have a full apartment on weekends. Most of the roomies were pretty decent, but one was a rich kid who liked showing off his easy access to money. I have no idea why he roomed with us, because he clearly had enough money to have his own place.

One Friday he went out to a party and showed back up with a girl at the apartment. No big deal, he was getting lucky. Except that when he offered to take her home she said she loved him and wanted to spend her whole life with him. He was all proud and alarm bells went off for crazy between the rest of us. He let her stay a few more days and then was going to be gone for a weekend. She wouldn't leave and he finally went to visit his parents.

I was the only one left for the weekend, and literally as soon as his car rolled out of the parking lot she was stripping and trying to climb onto me. I screwed the hell out of her a number of times because I could. She finally admitted she was a runaway and had no place else to go. I knew my roomie didn't want her around anymore because she was freaking him out with her "I love you so much" BS. I told her that and she didn't realize it. She knew she had to find another place to go but didn't know how.

So we screwed all night Friday and most of Saturday. Then I took her to the wealthy part of town by the other college and drove around until we saw a party. I dropped her off and she went in to repeat her scam of "falling in love" with somebody in hopes of hitching up longer term. We had agreed to meet once a week to visit because I was oddly attracted to her.

A few weeks later it turned out she had nowhere to go as usual. I pointed out that going to parties with college kids wasn't going to get her a home. I had money from the job I had after class hours, and we went to Goodwill to get her better clothing. The plan to be dropping her off at more adult parties. We came up with a fake life story that sounded better than being a runaway and trolled the rich part of town. It wasn't hard to find a place to drop her. Within a couple of weeks she found a guy that was hot for her back. Our meetings dropped to once a month, and last time I saw her she was going to marry the guy. He apparently was some sort of drug dealer or other criminal, but had lots of money. They did get married, and a few years later he was killed in some sort of gun fight.

I chanced by the meeting place and she was there, so we chatted. She had more money than she could ever imagine, a house and was doing just fine. Seems she was smart enough to handle herself once she got some cash. She also had a kid, who looked a lot like the roomie. He had screwed me under a couple of times, so I gave her his contact information. She went after him and won child support. It didn't do his fancy world much good to find out he had a kid with the former wife of some criminal, as he had gone into working for the government with a high security clearance. Karma is a bitch.
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