Cute Teen Girl
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Chapter 01
As Jenny stuffed her school books into her backpack, her stomach emitted a long, lazy growl. She had only eaten an apple and half a sandwich for lunch, and she was starving. As she climbed onto her bike, she pondered her refueling options. There was a Monster Burger on the way from school to her home, but she rarely ate there because some others from her high school frequented the place. If she took a one-mile detour, she could eat shoddy food at the MacDonalds, or if she rode two miles in the other direction, there was a family-owned burger grill with cheap, good food.
Jenny quickly made up her mind heading for the family-owned cafe.
The near-famished teenager's mind was so fixated upon the big, juicy burger she'd soon sink her teeth into that she forgot to pay attention to the traffic around her. She had been lucky so far avoiding mishaps. Sooner or later her inattention had to go "wrong". It did - sooner!
Jenny took a right turn without slowing down. She was heading straight for an old but well-maintained car. The driver, Louis J. Benson, was driving slowly because he knew that school kids would sometimes be on the road at that time of day. Just as he feared, there was one, some silly teen girl who wasn't paying attention to other traffic sharing the road! He slammed on the brakes, and prayed.
Good brakes and his foresighted driving ensured that the car was only going 15 mph when it actually hit Jenny's bicycle. Slow as it may sound, 15 mph with a big heavy car is an incredible load of kinetic energy, and Jenny was thrown off the bicycle landing hard on her back on the side of the roadway, bumping her head against the pavement.
Louis saw the girl being thrown back even as he heard the front wheel of her bicycle being squashed. With a sick feeling he wrenched open the driver side door. He sprinted back to the trunk. Pulling it open, he fumbled amongst the junk trying to find his dusty and decrepit first aid kit. "Aha! he cried as he lifted a filthy chamois cloth, "there you are!" Kit finally in hand he rushed over to kneel at the girls side.
She appeared to be unconscious but whole. The stupid kid hadn't been wearing a bicycle helmet. If she had, she'd probably be scraped up a bit, but conscious and mostly unharmed, he thought. What a shame - she looked like a nice enough kid. He'd put her at about 15 or 16, he guessed, a pretty young thing, but right now the fact that she was unconscious, probably concussed, maybe worse, and might possibly have broken something when she fell was much more important than her attractiveness. Why was he noticing her attractiveness? He hadn't really put much thought into his love-life in several years. He shook his head and wondered at his own callousness. Luckily it had taken less than a second for all of this to run through his head while he set about examining her for visible wounds, and began wondering if somebody should call an ambulance.
He felt rather helpless - he wasn't trained in what to do in this kind of situation. Well, he supposed he'd better check her vital signs first. He put his ear close to her mouth to see if he could hear her breathing. Yes thank God, he felt, rather than heard, shallow whisps of air being exhaled. He supposed that would probably mean her heart was still beating as well, but he felt around on her wrist for a pulse anyway, found it, and declared it normal. What did he know? How would he know if she broke something? Another driver pulled his car over, opened his car door, and got out.
"Is she OK? What happened? Have you called an ambulance?"
Suddenly Jenny's eyes flew open, and she looked up into Louis' staring down at her. She started in surprise, and then said, "Ow!" as her sore back protested her sudden movement. She relaxed for a minute, and then said, "Who are you?"
"I'm the guy who you ran into with your bicycle, or I ran into you, not sure which would be more accurate," he said.
"Oh. I.... my head hurts. Did I.... oh I don't know. Where was I going? I hurt all over."
"I'm not surprised. I hit your bike and you got thrown from way over there, and you hit your head. Where's your helmet? You'll definitely have a good-sized lump there - I'm glad you came back to us. You were somewhere else for a bit there. Can you move everything? Is anything broken? Be careful now, don't try to stand up yet or anything."
The other driver said, "We should probably call an ambulance even if she can get up - she should get checked out by medical professionals and probably shouldn't be moved from where she is right now."
"You're right," Louis said, and pulled out his cell 'phone and was about to dial 911.
"No, please, please don't do that," Jenny begged. "I hate hospitals, I really really hate them so much. I'll be OK in a minute, I just need to pull myself together. I can move my toes and fingers, see?" She wiggled the aforementioned digits and smiled, a little weakly. The other driver was satisfied that Jenny was in good hands and in no immediate danger. He did really not want to be involved as a witness to the incident, so he departed, as soon as it seemed decent to do so.
Louis went over to inspect Jenny's bike. It was damaged and needed some work done - the front wheel and forks were badly bent. Jenny sat on the side of the road as he inspected the damage. He came back shaking his head.
"I have a friend who has a bicycle shop. Maybe I could ask him to come and collect your bike. Would that be OK?"
Jenny was hurting and hungry. She did not like being stuck on the side of the road without any signs of a burger in her near future. "Sure, that would be fine," she answered.
"Were you going home?" he asked.
"No I was on my way to a little diner which serves great juicy burgers," she replied.
He had no knowledge of what girls ate or in what quantities. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Well, I was on my way to a big juicy burger, I have hardly eaten anything since breakfast time; I am really famished." She replied.
"I have a heap of fried chicken and potato salad just waiting to be eaten and while we are eating that, the barbe can be heating up for some prime beef steaks; if you're willing to come home with me."
It took just ten minutes for Louis to drive to his house. Not long after Jenny was presented with the cold fried chicken and salad, but when she saw the steaks he proposed to grill on the barbeque she decided to hang fire on the cold chicken and wait for the steaks to cook.
He prepared a fresh green salad with a side dish of tomatoes and peppers. He also boiled some new potatoes and green peas. Jenny thought that she was in a gourmet's heaven. He crowned it all with bottles of good red wine.
Jenny and Louis tucked into the food and drink, Louis loved his food but he rarely had company. Jenny was a plus, as she was as uninhibited as he when it came to eating her fill. They drank two bottles of wine and then they had a chocolate pudding which they ate with a Dessert wine.
Jenny felt full and quite squiffy with all the food and wine she had consumed. Louis walked her around his house, she saw his indoor swimming pool and was impressed by the furnishings. The greatest surprise was the beautiful chess set that was set out in his living room. Nothing else in the house mattered. She just stood looking at 32 pieces ready to do battle.
"Do you play chess?" She asked.
"Yes" he replied.
"Can we play now?" She looked at him.
"Yes, but we should let your parents know where you are."
In her excitment she had forgotten about her parents. When she tried to use it, she found that she had broken her cell phone when she had come off her bike. Jenny accepted Lous' offer of his phone and rang home. It did not take long to satisfy her anxious parents that she was alright and had eaten a very substantial supper. She told her Father that she was going to have a game of chess.
An hour or so later, Jenny was becoming frustrated, and rather annoyed. She was down two pawns, and her sole surviving bishop was threatened. She couldn't work out how she could save it. This wasn't what usually happened - she hadn't lost a match in ages. Then again, she hadn't played with a growing headache, she presumed from the bang on the head, before either.
Louis was amused, and also enchanted. Amused at the obvious signs of frustration from the young girl. Enchanted that she was giving him a game worthy of his skill. He hadn't told her that she was playing a much better than average opponent - that he was keeping to himself for later. If she managed to beat him he might have forgotten all about it. That didn't look like it was going to happen, he had superior position and material, and wasn't going to lose from here. It was fun to watch the girl bewildered by how the game was proceeding however.
Jenny still couldn't work out a move that she was happy with. She could move her knight to protect the bishop, but that would leave her rook exposed. Not in as immediate danger perhaps, but a more valuable piece to risk. What's more, the board was starting to look a little blurry and her head was throbbing now, the pain getting worse. Maybe she should just quit the game? There was a clock mounted next to the board, but they hadn't been using it, this being just a friendly game. Still she knew that she needed to do something soon.
Then she did. She fainted. It wasn't intentional.
Louis was alarmed, she had been sitting there, staring at the board, he had been watching her eyes move as she considered the position she was in. Then she was on the table, and many of the pieces weren't.
Whether Jenny liked hospitals or not was of no concern any more, a hospital was where she was going. While he was waiting for the ambulance to arrive, he used his phone's directory of called numbers to retrieve Jenny's home number, and rang her father. He explained who he was, and what had happened. To say that Alan Cole, as he learned Jenny's father was named, was distraught, wouldn't be to express the emotion nearly well enough. Louis promised to call again as soon as the ambulance told him where Jenny would be taken.
Two days later, give or take the odd hour or two, Jenny awoke in a very strange environment, strange to her that is. Everything was white, her bedroom was never like that. It also smelled weird. "Oh no!" she thought, "Hospital! I don't want to be here." She struggled to lift herself from the bed.
She heard the commanding voice of her Mother. "Lie still young lady." Jenny opened her eyes to see her Mother and Father standing by her bedside with anxious looks on their faces. "Come on, lie back my darling," said her Mother. As she gently laid her down onto her pillow.
"Uh, um, oh, where am I? What happened?"
"You seem to have been losing a game of chess, which was too much for your brain to cope with. You passed out," Her Dad said soothingly.
Jenny knew that couldn't have been what happened, as she hadn't lost a chess match in ages, or even been seriously threatened. So she knew her mother had to be joking with her, perhaps to avoid telling her that she was seriously ill. That didn't sound too good.
"That was the night before last, the doctors want a bit more time to observe you but they think you will be OK now." Trina and Allan did not want to burden her with questions - they were concerned that she would have a speedy recovery. They did not want anymore details of her accident, they would leave that to people who were skilled in dealing with patients in trauma.
Jenny became aware of the beautiful flowers at her bedside. "Thank you Mom and Dad, the flowers are lovely." Allan and Trina looked rather uncomfortable. "The flowers are not from us, they are from Mr Benson" said her Mother.
"Mr. Benson, Loius, has been worried about you as well. He's either been here, or been on the phone, every couple of hours, waiting to find out how you are. That huge bunch of flowers are from him."
"There are a lot, aren't there? Who is Mr. Benson?"
"He's the driver of the car you ran into. He was looking after you, and had fed you, and was, he says, soundly thumping you at chess, while you were looking for a way to avoid defeat. He thought this was a little extreme."
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