A Work of Serial Fiction

"Full Time Lara" is for mature readers.

It's the story of a recent high school graduate named Lara who chose to leave home fully nude, with no money, no car, no identification, and nothing else to her name other than the body she was born with.

Her goal is to travel to California from her home in Charleston, SC.

- Lara is a girl like many who grew up in modern America. Never knowing her father, and being raised by a mother who largely ignored her, her mind became shaped and warped by friends around her. Becoming abused by a trusted friend, and partially rehabilitated by another, Lara develops a warped sense of herself and the world she grew up in.

- Lara struggles with PTSD and Dissociative Identity Disorder. Life on the road brings out the many alters based on the various characters she meets. Lara drifts into one alter and then drifts into another. Through it all, Lara slowly learns to sort these alters out and learn ways to control them.

- Somehow, the police suspect Lara is part of a narcotics trafficking ring that involved kidnapping. Because the matter had crossed state lines, the FBI becomes involved. Not only is Lara traveling to California for herself, but she's running from the law too.

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Ch. 98: In the Role of Enforcer

Charles didn't seem to waste any time. No sooner than he finished reassuring Lara that she would be safe with him, he was already gathering up a bottle of surface cleaner and paper towels to clean off the campsite and remove any of Lara's scent.

"Remember, just stay inside, OK?" He said, as he opened the door to walk out.

"OK, thank you Daddy!" The little six-year old Lara replied.

It struck Charles to hear that. The last time anyone called him that, in that kind of innocent little voice, was his middle daughter when she was only eight years old. That's how old she was when his wife divorced him.

What Charles lamented the most was not being able to raise his girls all the way through. He did have some moments with his oldest daughter, but the years spent in the Navy robbed him of any quality time. Even when he was still married to their mother, he often spent months away at sea.

His ex-wife remarried and they settled in Georgia on 12 acres of land, exactly what his wife had wanted. His middle daughter still has some memories of him, but his youngest regards her step-father as her real father.

Charles continued his service in the Navy through the 20 years he had originally planned. In the end, service to his country still meant more to him than family life. He tried to convince himself that finishing 20 years would give him a retirement benefit, which was something he felt would contribute to the family. But his wife didn't want to wait that long to give their daughters a father.

Lara seemed to have a way of rekindling the fatherly love he still kept bottled up inside him.

Inside the motorhome, Lara had peeked out to look at Charles. He was working as promised to hide her scent from any approaching scent dogs. She recognized she could trust him and that he would be kind to her. The safety from his protection and along with the cover of the motorhome and all of its amenities made her safe and well cared for. Particularly in the midst of danger all around her, it kept her six-year old girl reaching out for love.

Lara's hand reached down to soothe herself and reestablish contact with that little child.

She recalled the punch to the jaw quite clearly.

Teresa wasted no time in getting up from her seat at the burger restaurant. She grabbed Mike's neck collar and yanked it towards her, then landed a solid blow to his left jaw, sending him down to the floor immediately. The entire dining room went quiet.

The day started out like any of Lara and Teresa's adventures. This happened in the 8th grade. The girls were just months away from graduating and moving on to high school. This particular afternoon took them to the burger restaurant, where many kids hung out at. Teresa picked out a booth, and the two waited for their food to arrive.

Teresa stealthily reached her hand up Lara's skirt and began stroking her clitoris. Lara made no particular jolt or jerk and accepted the touch as something to be expected. Being sexually stimulated in public places had already become common play, particularly like this where the action took place beneath the cover of a dining table.

"Hey lezzies!"

Teresa removed her hand and turned her head to look. It was two boys from the same school they went to. One of them, Mike, had often pointed them out to other kids as the campus lesbians and used them for jokes. Teresa knew it was Mike who issued the words. The other boy laughed. Both proceeded to walk out of the restaurant.

That's when Teresa sprang up and seized her opportunity to put a stop to it, felling Mike in one efficient stroke.

It was an example how Teresa built her reputation as an enforcer.

"Come on!" Teresa said, pointing to Lara.

By this time in their relationship, Lara knew to comply immediately. The boy laying on the floor, writhing in pain, was of no concern to her, nor were any of the customers in the restaurant. Teresa had successfully trained her to focus on her and not pay attention to anyone else.

Ch. 97: Shaking off the Scent Dogs

"But how would they connect me with narcotics trafficking?" Lara asked. "If they already know who I am, they should already know I'm not involved in that?"

"Because the police don't care who's guilty or innocent. They only care about getting convictions. The more, the better." Charles explained, pessimistically.

Lara was becoming very afraid at this point. She realized she could never give herself up and expect the law to find her innocent.

"You say you have a house somewhere around here?" Charles asked.

"Yeah."

"Where is it?"

"It's about a mile and a half that way." Lara said, pointing.

"Well you can probably bet police are going through it right now."

"Well, it's not an actual house."

"OK. Then what is it?"

"It's just an old cinder block shack with trees and vines growing all over it. I just found it and decided to start living in it."

"Well, if they're this serious about finding you, then they have dogs out there too. They probably found it already."

"Will the dogs find me here?"

"They can."

Lara gasped. She began to cry. She kept her knees pulled up to her chest, resting her head on them, and then covering her eyes with her hands.

Charles got up from his seat and walked to her. He crouched down in front of the chair in which she was seated and tried to reassure her.

"Hey, you're in the best place right now. If you'd still be in that cinder block shack, they would have found you already."

Lara continued to weep. She was more frustrated with not being able to shake off the law, and now being considered a fugitive.

Charles put his hand on Lara's head.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe here."

"Really?" She asked, frightened.

"Look, I was in the Navy for 20 years, I've seen all kinds of stuff. I'm sure I can keep you safe."

"You can?" Lara asked, sinking into her little girl alter again.

"Of course!" Charles said, sensing a change in her.

"But what about the dogs? Will they get me?"

"Oh, no. They won't find you here. For one, you don't have any clothes, and dogs usually need to smell your clothing to find you. But two, I'm going to wash down the chairs outside, and wash the steps, and the handrail, and the patio mat, and I'm going to make sure they can't smell you at all. But in the meantime, you're going to have to take a shower at least a couple times a day to help throw them off. And then you'll just stay in here the next few days, until our time is up. OK?"

"OK!" Lara said, finally issuing a smile.

Charles rubbed her head again. 

"Alright!"

The entire time he couldn't help to look at Lara's labia and vagina bulging out from her legs as her knees were pulled up to her chest. It was a strange feeling of arousal mixed into a protective, father-like role.

Ch. 96: Trouble at the Campground

Just as Charles was struggling to figure out what was bothering Lara, he caught the sight of a Sheriff's patrol car driving slowly through the campground. He notice it stopping at a campsite, with a deputy getting out to talk to the campers there. It appeared as if the deputy handed them a paper and then left. The patrol car then moved forward to next campsite, and deputy got out again.

"Lara, you might want to go inside the RV."

"You want me to go inside?" Lara asked, quietly.

"Yeah, I'd say you should go inside."

Lara hesitated, then looked around, not really understanding why Charles suggested it. But she slowly got up and walked into the motorhome.

Charles got up and began cleaning up the camp, making sure there wasn't anything questionable laying around.

Inside, Lara sat in the reclining chair, and resumed her comfortable position of pulling her knees up and resting her feet on the edge of the seat. She could still see a little bit of the patio mat through the screen door.

Charles opened the door and walked in. He wanted to make sure there wasn't anything questionable inside as well.

Lara noticed him working and could sense something was going on.

Peeking out the kitchen window of the motorhome, Charles wanted to find out how much closer the Sheriff's patrol car was. It looked to be a few campsites away.

Lara opted to remain in the chair, choosing not to look outside and find out what Charles was concerned about.

Charles took in a deep breath.

"Don't make any sounds OK? Just stay quiet."

"What's going on?" Lara asked, calm and nonchalant.

"There's a Sheriff's car coming around. It looks like they're passing out flyers. I don't think there's going to be a problem, but seeing that I have a young naked young girl with me, I don't want them questioning any further."

Lara became instantly concerned. She stood up from the reclining chair and peeked out another window to look. The car was just two campsites away. At this point, even if she wanted to run, the police would see her clearly.

"Like I said, just stay in the chair, and don't make a sound OK?" Charles repeated.

Lara sank back into the chair. She had become frightened. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her face on them. Meanwhile, Charles stepped outside on to the patio mat and closed the door behind him. He sat down in a folding chair.

Minutes later, Lara could hear the officers outside talking. She tried carefully to listen, but the sounds were somewhat muffled through the walls of the motorhome.

Instinctively, her hand reached to her clitoris and began soothing. She closed her eyes and submitted herself to the safety of both the motorhome and to Charles. She could now understand Charles' focus on protecting her in the way he ordered into the motorhome, cleaned everything up, and gave explicit instructions on what to do. It made her feel erotically safe and protected.

The door opened and Charles stepped in.

Lara looked up with innocent childlike eyes, still with her hand touching herself.

"They're gone now."

Lara straightened herself.

Charles placed the flyer in Lara's lap.

It was a wanted posted with Lara's face and identity.

"I think you have some explaining to do!" He said in a serious voice.

"For kidnapping and narcotics trafficking?" Lara asked, reading the poster. "What?"

The poster went on to say that Lara may be nude.

"I told them I hadn't seen you. But they said there were other campers who claimed to have seen a naked girl wandering around today. You can bet there will be more police here soon."

"Shit!" Lara cried.

She bolted up from her chair and opened the door to the motorhome. But just as she did so, Charles clutched her arm and pulled her back.

"Get back in here! They are out there right now!"

"I can't stay here!" Lara cried, panicking. "They're going to blame you too! Just let me go!"

"No, you sit right down! You let me handle this for now!"

Charles grabbed Lara and muscled her back into the reclining chair. Then he leaned forward, put both hands on the armrests, and looked Lara straight into her eyes.

"The best thing for both of us right now is to let me handle this. If you bolt out that door, they will see you and they will see you coming out my RV! You got that? That means they are going to come in here, they're going to go through everything, and they'll probably take this RV away. Right now we have to be quiet and act as if nothing is going on. OK?"

Lara nodded her head in agreement.

"It might help if you can explain what this is all about." Charles asked.

"I think it's about when Julia and I were at Nan's house near Asheville. That's when we started seeing the police. They've been chasing after us ever since."

"And? What is the kidnapping and narcotics trafficking all about?"

"I think maybe they think I kidnapped Julia, I don't know."

"Julia's the friend you left home with, right?"

"Yeah."

"And what about the narcotics trafficking?"

"I don't know anything about that."

"Have you ever done drugs?"

"No! Never!"

"Have you ever sold drugs or made drugs?"

"No! I've never done anything like that! Honest!"

Charles thought about it for a moment. 

"You said the woman at that house was named Nan?"

"Yeah, Nan."

"Do you know her last name?"

Lara thought about it. Then she shook her head. "No."

Charles raised his hands and then threw them down in frustration. "If we knew her name I could at least try to look her up and see if she's on an arrest report."

Lara felt defeated and useless.

"Well, the problem is that I'm still paid up at this campground for another three days. If they find out I left early, they might suspect me."

"How would the cops know how long you're paid up?"

"Because they go through all the reservations to find clues. They're very smart!"

Lara's eyes opened wide, she remembered something.

"Anderson! Her last name was Anderson!"

"Who?"

"Nan! I remember seeing the mailbox at the road. It said Anderson on it."

Charles turned on his laptop and began searching through news and arrest reports for Nan Anderson.

"But I don't remember her mother's name." Lara continued. "But they had a nice farmstead with a pretty creek and little bridge. And I remember the barn. It was really old. But it had all these old antiques in it. Oh, and there were deer that would come on their property..."

"I think I found them!" Charles said. "Nancy Anderson, age 37, and Doris Anderson age 60, both from Old Fort, were arrested on charges of narcotics trafficking."

Charles continued to read through, looking for any mention of Lara or Julia.

"Yeah, but there's no mention of you or anyone else in here. So, that's what it is. The police arrested them and thought that you were connected with them."

Ch. 95: The Little Ballerina

"So let me get this straight so far..." Charles said, seated in a folding chair on the patio mat outside the motorhome. "So you and Julia get to this house for abused women. She stays there, but you take off to leave with Angela. So who is Dora and who is Annette?"

Lara stood in front of Charles trying to tell her entire story, detail by detail, hoping to explain everything thus far. She was very animated in the use of her arms, hands, legs, and feet to help tell the story of how she tore down branches, climbed into a waterfall, and even expressed tenderness in the way she made love to Julia. She also explained how she floated in lakes, raising her arms up the air and tilting her head to illustrate herself floating. She also illustrated herself jumping from rock to rock by crouching down in front of Charles and then springing up.

She even used facial expressions to explain her fear, her surprise, her joy, and her pain, along with vocal noises like "swish", "boom", and the sound of tires screeching.

Lara had found a unique place within her psyche that was brought out by Charles. She found in him a large man who seemed both strong and intelligent, generous and refined, and seemingly shared the same interest in camping and being outdoors. She was envious of his motorhome, but moreover felt safe with him, even so far as to stand nude on the patio mat, in view of other campers passing by. He had brought out the little girl in her.

But unlike other situations she had been in like this, Charles was a man. There was no mother figure to be found with him. Lara felt an attraction that she had never felt before.

"Ok... So Annette is the one who's friends with Angela." Lara began to explain in her little girl persona. "Dora is the one who works at the women's home. Angela is the nice one. She's the one who was sweet to us, and she called up Annette to come over and meet us by the dock. Dora is the mean one. She's the one everyone watches out for."

"I see." Charles said. "OK, so you and Angela are waiting at the dock. Now go on."

Lara went on and on with great excitement.

Thus far, however, Charles only heard the story beginning with Lara leaving home. He still hadn't learned anything about Lara's childhood.

He sank back into his folding chair, taking a sip of coffee from his cup, and following along to Lara's story. In the back of his mind was the bigger question of how long Lara would remain with him. He was trying to figure out if it was right to leave behind a naked young woman to fend for herself. He did entertain the thought of calling the police. But he also recognized that Lara was an adult woman, assuming she was truthful about being a high school graduate, and was free to be on her own, even if she was naked, digging through trash, and telling tales of great adventure.

Charles knew he was paid up at the campground at least for the next few days, and thus opted to let things ride out.

"And what the Hell are you doing in my house!" Lara snarled in a crotchety old woman's voice.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She switched to her little girl voice.

Charles' cellphone began to ring. He set his coffee cup down, then picked up the phone. He also held a finger up to Lara, signaling her to stop while he answered the call.

Lara stopped, but channeled her energy into mimicking a ballet dance, gracefully kicking her leg up and doing a pirouette.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey sweetie! How are you?"

Lara stopped. She looked at Charles. She didn't want to be obvious, but she was curious.

"Oh fine. Just enjoying things up here in the mountains."

"Yeah? Well that's good!"

"Ok. Ok."

"Of course! I would love to!"

"I'm pretty sure I can. I had planned to be in Arizona by November, but Taos won't be a problem for me."

"Ha! Ha! OK!"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"Oh come on! You think I wouldn't forget your flowers?"

"OK. OK. I'm looking forward to it."

"OK. Bye sweetie. I love you!"

Charles ended the call and put his cellphone down. He looked at Lara and found her standing still, staring at him. She like she did this morning, unresponsive and frightened.

"You OK Lara?" He asked.

Lara raised her hands to her chest and folded them together, pressing her elbows to her sides, and making herself small.

He remained seated, unsure of what to think.

"How about you have a seat. Let me get you a cup of coffee."

Lara remained standing.

"Go ahead. Have a seat."

Lara reluctantly walked to another folding chair and sat down on the edge, not making a sound. Charles had gotten up to reheat the coffee pot sitting on the propane stove. 

Swirling in Lara's mind was the idea that there was another woman in Charles' life. The notion that she could not be his little sweetheart anymore started a chain reaction of thoughts leading to the conclusion that she had found the wrong place. She felt embarrassed more than anything, and wanted to run and hide. But she had already convinced herself that she wanted to be with him. She was just waiting for a another sign to run away.

Charles lowered a cup of coffee to Lara's level. She slowly took it and held it by the handle.

"Nothing like a good cup of coffee to help relax with." He said, taking a seat and sipping from his cup. "And that was quite a little ballet move I saw you do there."

Lara remained still.

"I bet you were just the cutest little ballet dancer all up in your tutu and tights."

Lara made an uneasy smile. She took a careful sip of coffee.

"Yeah, my daughters used to be in ballet. My middle girl really took to it. I remember going to her recitals. We spent so much money on clothes, shoes, lessons. I used to complain a lot back then. But aw Hell. It's just all good memories now."

"You have daughters?" Lara asked quietly.

"Three of them. They're all grown up now. That was my oldest on the phone. She was inviting me to her house for Thanksgiving."

"Are you still married?" Lara asked.

"Me, no! I've been divorced for about 15 years now. After we had our last daughter, my wife decided she didn't like moving around so much. You see, I married my high school sweetheart right after graduation. And then right after that, I joined Navy. Boy, she really upset about that! But we got moved to Illinois and had our first daughter, then had our second in Okinawa, and our third in Hawaii. Then I got reassigned to Anchorage and she didn't want to go. She wanted to settle down in Mississippi which is where we're originally from and buy some land. She wanted to raise chickens and pigs, build a greenhouse, put in a pond. I just wasn't ready to quit the Navy. I wanted to get my 20 years in, and she wanted to quit after 8. So, she hit with me divorce papers and took our girls with her. I never got to raise them the way I thought I'd be able to."

Lara didn't respond. Instead she absorbed what he had to say and tried to figure out where she might possibly stand in all this.

"What about you?" Charles asked. "Seeing you're just out of high school, what are your plans?"

"Just keep moving around I guess."

"Hey, nothing wrong with that!:

Lara remained quiet.

"Oh, so you're telling me about Lucy. What went on there?"

Lara took in a deep breath and thought about it. She no longer felt the little girl who had been excited to tell her daddy about an exciting adventure. She was still trying to figure out if she was wasting her time.

"I don't know. I don't feel like talking about it anymore."

Ch. 96: Lara Finally Speaks

"Well lookie there!" Charles exclaimed. "All washed up and looking clean and soft like a real woman!"

Lara smiled. She felt shy.

"Hey, I brought out a robe that I don't wear anymore. I thought you might like to at least put it on."

She immediately shook her head and smiled.

"Why you just not gonna wear anything are you?"

Lara continued to smile, feeling shy in front of the larger yet friendly Charles.

"Well, that's alright. I certainly won't complain!"

Charles sat a table with bench seats on both sides. On the table was a laptop computer and on his face was a pair of reading glasses.

Lara found a reclining chair facing Charles and sat down into it. It was covered with cloth and felt very comfortable. It was a rocking chair as well. She sat all the way back into the chair and then lifted her knees to plant her feet on the edge of the seat.

Charles could not help looking at Lara. He had full view of her vagina as she playfully rocked the chair back and forth, swinging her knees left and right, and reached for the lever to drop the back down.

As much of an anomaly he saw in Lara, Charles was steadfast in taking care of matters. He had enough discipline to keep his focus on his banking and bill paying, and enough reason to know that Lara wasn't going anywhere.

Lara had gotten out of the chair to explore the motorhome. The shower helped relax her panic, and Charles' kindness put her fears at rest. Curiosity was stirring in Lara regarding the motorhome. She took note of the cab where the driver's seat and passenger seat were. Over the cab she could see a crawl space with a bed. There was a ladder reaching up and she chose to take some steps up to investigate. The bed looked inviting. She crawled the rest of the way up and rolled around on the bed like a little girl.

Charles noticed what she was up to, yet continued to focus on his things.

Lara had climbed down the ladder and began peeking into cabinets. She found a pantry full of cans and boxes of food. The refrigerator also well stocked with meats, vegetables, drinks, and containers of leftovers. Other cabinets held plates, cups, and cooking utensils. She tested the sink faucet by turning on the hot and the cold water. She opened the door to the microwave oven and immediately closed it. She lit the light switches for the overhead lighting. She even found the switch that ran the roof fan. 

Indeed, the motorhome was a perfect home to wander the country in.

Lara planted herself in the bench seat opposite to Charles, and stared at him.

Charles finally looked up over his reading glasses to acknowledge her.

"Lara." She said confidently.

Charles moved his head in a couple inches closer.

"My name is Lara." She repeated.

"Lara." Charles said.

"Yup."

"Well Miss Lara. I am finally pleased to meet you!" Charles responded, making a warm grin.

"Nice to meet you!" Lara returned.

Charles smiled again and returned his focus to his laptop.

"So, you care to tell me a little bit more about yourself, maybe why you're digging around the dumpster with no clothes on?" He asked, tapping keys on his computer.

"It's a long story."

"Well, I got plenty of time, that's for sure."

"Yeah, how much time?"

"How much time you need?"

"Well, I left Charleston about a few months ago, right after I graduated high school. I rode with a friend of mine. She was supposed to go to Fort Wayne to go to college, and I just decided to hitch a ride with her and see what happens. Except, I decided I wanted to go without any clothes on. Well, my friend, her name is Julia, decided she wanted a Starbucks, so we stopped at one. She went in, and, I decided to get out of the car and see if anyone would give me some money. Except, I was still naked. Well, a bunch of people got freaked out, but I had one guy who said he was a reporter for a college newspaper. So, I said, "Oh! I'm doing a college experiment on traveling naked across the country." And he said, "Great! Can I interview you?" And I said, "Yes!" and so on and so on, and then he gave me his Starbucks gift card. So, Julia and I left there and drove into Columbia. I was getting hungry and I wanted to stop at another..."

Lara went on and on.

Charles listened, but had the ability to focus on what he was doing on his laptop and still follow along. He would smile and grin at certain places in the story, and in others nod his head as if to acknowledge he was still listening.

By the time Lara got to the part where she and Julia got their car stuck in the mud outside of Asheville, Charles stopped her. He had recognized that Lara was quite eloquent, even intelligent, though certainly in need of help based on the way she took the breakfast and remained with him thus far. But the way Lara chose to explain herself was not what Charles was looking for.

"OK, stop!" He laughed. "How about this. How about I finish up with what I'm doing right here. Then we can have a seat together and listen to more of this story. Sound good?"

"OK." Lara replied.

She got up from the bench seat and walked back to the reclining chair. She picked up a magazine from a rack of magazines on the wall, and sunk into the chair, once again pulling her knees up and resting her feet on the seat.

Lara swung her knees to both sides and back again, opening and closing them. She held up the magazine and flipped through pages, focusing mostly on the photographs and advertisements. At one point, she held the magazine with one hand, and with the other reached for her clitoris.

Charles had taken notice, but still wasn't fazed by it. He shrugged it off as just a young delusional woman who seemed lost and broke.

Ch. 95: The Joy of a Hot Shower

After finishing her breakfast, Charles took her plate into his motorhome to wash up. The feel of a full belly with a fresh cooked meal helped Lara feel more at ease. So far, Charles seemed like a nice man. She was starting feel less frightened by him.

Lara picked up a hot cup of coffee and slowly sat back into the folding chair. She held the cup to her lips and took a cautious sip, allowing her feet to dangle off the edge of the chair.

Charles returned outside and sat on the steps of his motorhome.

"Well, I was planning to go back inside and do some banking, and pay some bills, and then figure out what campgrounds I want to hit up next. Now, you're welcome to come inside, but to be honest, you smell pretty bad."

Lara nearly coughed on her coffee.

"But, I have a shower inside. I can turn on the water heater, and you can get all washed up. If you want to do that, you're welcome to come inside and keep me company!"

Lara felt embarrassed. She hadn't realized how dirty and smelly she was. But she nodded her head yes.

"Alright! Let me get the hot water going."

While nursing a hot cup of coffee, Lara looked out across the campground. She hadn't realized how pretty it was. She recognized the direction of her cinder block house, still about a mile and a half away. She felt certain her home was safe. Her thoughts were becoming conflicted, however.

Charles seemed like a nice man. Was there a way she could stay with him? Her intellect reasoned that living in the cinder block house might be too risky through the Winter. Even if she stashed as much food as she could, she doubted it would last. There would be no campers here during the freeze, and no trash to forage through. She probably wouldn't be able to hike to the campground in the freezing temperature.

Lara began to admire the motorhome. It seemingly offered the perfect solution. She could live in it, even shower in it. There was a way to cook meals. And when she was ready to move on, she could just drive the motorhome. But alas... She had no money to buy one, and no driver's license either.

All the luxuries came with money.

Besides, she reasoned, she was living this lifestyle not for luxuries, but to be more in touch with herself.

"Water's probably hot by now. You can go right on in and I'll show you how it works." Charles said.

Lara sat up from the chair and carefully walked up the steps to the motorhome. She was vigilant in accepting Charles' invite into his home on wheels. The last few weeks alone in the woods already made her doubtful.

She was surprised with how things looked inside! Despite the old looking exterior. Charles had managed to make the interior look up to date. Lara saw a cooktop, a refrigerator, a table with bench seats, a sink. Wow, she thought! This thing has everything she needs.

"In there is the shower." Charles pointed.

Lara walked in and was again impressed. It looked small, but it had a toilet, sink, shower all together in one.

"This is the hot and this is the cold. Don't worry about getting water on the toilet, it's all designed to get wet. I put a towel here to dry off, and there's a wash cloth over there. You're welcome to the soap and shampoo. Just take your time."

Charles stepped out and closed the door, leaving Lara inside.

She turned on the hot water and it indeed felt immediately hot. She added the cold water and stepped under the shower.

"Uhh!" She whispered to herself, relishing the feel of a hot shower. 

Immediately, the water running down the drain was stained in streaks of black and gray as the dirt and grime came off her body. Lara reached for the soap and wash cloth and began scrubbing herself. She found flecks of hardened sap that had remained on her, perhaps for weeks since she left Lucy's house. She scratched them off with her fingernails.

Flecks of sand and debris began to collect on the shower floor. The wash cloth was already grayed with Lara's grime. She continued to wash and scrub, reaching every part of her body, even taking the time to scrub the soles of her feet.

She scrubbed in between her thighs, her labia and pubic mound, only to discover that her attempts at shaving inside the cinder block house were horrible. Growths of sandy blonde hair had already grown back an inch some places, and just stubble in others.

The hair on her head was a mess. After leaving Lucy's house, it hadn't been brushed at all. It looked tangled and greasy. She washed her hair twice with shampoo, working the lather deep into her long strands of locks. She used her fingers to forcibly untangle much of it, but could feel other tangles that just weren't going to come out. At her feet, the water produced a layer of foam crusted with the dirt, grime, and dead skin cells washing off her body.

The shower, however, didn't seem to last long. The water heater was perhaps too small for a long shower. Lara could feel the shower turning cold. A cold shower wouldn't bother her that much except that her skin was already adjusted to hot. She rushed to finish rinsing her hair.

The towel smelled wonderful. Just like something that came fresh out of a dryer. She missed that smell. It reminded her of being at home.

Once dried off, she carefully opened the door to the bathroom to present herself to Charles.

Ch. 94: The Lure of a Hot Breakfast

Lara followed the man to a small sized motorhome deeper into the campground. She had to endure the gaze of a few other campers noticing a man leading a naked girl. The man didn't seem at all concerned about their stares, and neither did Lara.

The motorhome looked old, essentially a Dodge van with a camper built around it, perhaps measuring twenty-five feet long in total. There was a patio mat laid outside with a folding reclining chair along with a propane cooking grill.

"It's not elegant, but it works for me!" The man said.

Lara stood on the patio mat, still feeling frightened and still keeping her hands curled up close to her chest, her elbows tight against her sides, and her head down.

"You're in luck too! I got eggs, potatoes, and bread. I can heat up some more coffee and get you all fed." The man replied, turning on the propane to light up the grill.

Lara remained standing nude on the patio mat. She felt very vulnerable and submissive.

"Go ahead and have a seat on that chair! Get yourself comfortable."

Lara looked at the man, but didn't respond.

"Well go on! Have a seat!"

She reluctantly walked to the chair, and carefully lowered herself down, remaining the edge of the chair and sitting straight up. She stared at the man.

He opened up an ice chest and fetched a package of bacon along with a carton of eggs and a bag of tater tots. He poured oil across the grill and began to cook. Lara watched the man and began to notice subtle things about him. For one, he seemed very gentile in the way he moved about. He kept his arms and hands within conservative movements, his shirt was tucked into his pants, and of course she noticed his beard neatly trimmed though kept thick. His camp appeared relatively clean and organized as if he took the time to care for this things. It gave a Lara the sense that he was more refined than most men.

"You have a name?" He asked.

Lara was still not ready to speak. He turned to look at her for an answer, but all she could do was shrug her shoulders.

"Well, my name is Charles. How about that? I don't really go by Charlie or Chuck, I just prefer Charles, just so you know."

Lara continued to watch him cook.

"Let me ask you this way, do you even have a name?"

Lara nodded her head to say yes.

"OK, and do you know your name?"

Lara nodded her yes.

"Are you not able to speak at all?" He asked again.

Lara was stuck with that one. She wasn't ready to speak, and he didn't want him pressing her to do so. She shrugged her shoulders again.

"Well, do you know sign language?"

Lara shook her head no.

"Oh, I see. You can understand what I'm saying, but you're not speaking. Well, that's alright. I'm fine with that."

When Charles was finished, he presented Lara with a plate of scrambled eggs, a few slices of bacon, and several tater-tots, all seemingly piled together along with a slice of toast and butter. Her face smiled and she immediately began eating.

"Let me get you a cup of coffee too." He said.

Even though Lara had already eaten some food from inside the dumpster, it was no substitute for a freshly cooked meal. Charles seemed to have a way of making breakfast taste and smell more appetizing than normal.

"I like to throw in a little garlic and paprika to boost the flavor. It makes it real good!"

Lara turned to look at Charles and made a smile with a mouthful of food.

"You know, I don't know what your situation is, but I have some smaller t-shirts and shorts I can set you up with so you don't have go around naked."

Lara immediately shook her head no, still working on the plate of breakfast.

"No? You don't want anything to wear?"

Lara shook her head no, again.

"Well. OK then. You need someone to drive you back to your house? I'll be glad to help!"

Lara shook her head no.

"So, you can get back home on your own?"

She nodded her head yes.

"Alright. Well, I'm just going to be here for a few more days, and then I'll be taking off. But, you're welcome to stick around until then. I got plenty of food!"

Lara smiled and nodded her head yes.

The man made a burly, gruff laugh.

"Well, OK then!"

Ch. 93: Caught in the Trash Dumpster

The campground was now about 500 feet away. Lara hid behind another grouping of young oaks and peeked to see where each vehicle was parked. She saw a number of vans, trailers, and motorhomes. It seemed to be a busy time at the campground. 

She spotted the trash dumpster up ahead. She walked inside the tree line until she reached the closest point to the dumpster, about forty feet away. She reasoned she could easily sneak up to it without being detected. However, she wanted to make sure no one was about.

She remained patient, taking the time to make sure no one came around.

Lara finally felt good. She took in a breath, and emerged from the woods, walking nonchalantly, trying to minimize her movements towards the dumpster.

Peeking inside, she was amazed at the sight at how much trash there was. She saw several plastic bags seemingly bursting with contents. There had to be plenty here.

She raised her foot up and found the sleeve that was used to help lift the dumpster up into the air. She planted her foot into it and lifted her body inside. Immediately she began tearing open bags.

There were numerous empty water bottles, but some half full. She found bags of chips, a jar still half-filled with pickles, even some strips of cooked, yet uneaten bacon. But she knew she needed to get more. She needed to stock up with provisions to carry her through Winter, and knew she would have to repeat this everyday. But there was only so much she carry in her blanket, and only so much weight she could haul.

Lara stood up to peek out of the dumpster to make sure no was around.

In other trash bags she found cardboard containers with french fries still left in them. There was a plastic bag with the two ends of a bread loaf, unwanted. There seemed to be a bounty here! How was she ever going to be bring it all back to her cinder block house?

She had an idea.

Lara loaded up her blanket as much as she could, then carried it into woods, and proceeded further about another fifty feet. She laid it all out on the ground, then went back for more. She would eat everything that wasn't in a container of its own, while leaving the rest hidden in the woods. She would have to carry everything back to her house one load at a time. It was a plan.

She went back inside the dumpster. Lara felt an urgency to get everything quickly before people spotted her. To her amazement, she found a bulk package of small cereal boxes, about eight of them, still sealed. How could people throw away such food she wondered? Lara filled up another blanket full, climbed out of the dumpster, and carried it back to her hiding place.

With haste, she went back for more. There was an sealed bottled of Coke, a half a bag of shredded cheese, a few slices of baloney inside a plastic wrapper, and a box of fried chicken with two uneaten wings. One more trash bag to rip open, she dug her fingernails into it, pulling the plastic apart to see what bounty lay inside.

To her joy, she found a package of hamburger buns with four buns left, and a full package hot dog buns. There was a jar of olives and Ziploc bag containing two weenies that had been grilled. Further down into the trash bag, she found a Styrofoam container of uneaten coleslaw. Lara began placing the items into the center of the blanket, hurrying to tie it together so that she could haul it back to the woods.

"What the Hell?" She heard a loud man's voice.

Lara was startled and looked up.

She stood frozen looking at a man looking down at her with an angry appearance.

"What the Hell you doing in there?" He said in an aged, gruff voice.

Lara's heart was pounding. Adrenaline raced through her, yet she remained frozen.

"Get out of there! Come on!" He demanded.

But Lara had remained frozen, in shock. So many thoughts flooded her synapses. Her mind was still focused on getting all the food she could carry. Her mind didn't know how to process this.

"I said get the Hell out of there! Now come on!" He yelled.

Lara was finally snapped out of her trance. She blinked her eyes and began climbing out. The man grabbed her hand and helped her down.

"The Hell are you doing in there all naked?" He asked.

Lara stood afraid. Her arms clung to her side and her head tilted down. She did not answer.

"Do you hear me? Who are you and what are doing naked out here?" He yelled louder.

Lara winced at the sound of his loud voice. She closed her eyes, brought her hands up to her face, cupped them around her eyes, and kept her arms close to her body. She made herself small, yet did not answer.

"Hey, come on look at me. Are you OK? Are you hurt?" He asked in a more gentle tone.

Lara looked at his eyes, peeking through her cupped hands. She remained frightened. Her body began to shake. She responded only by raising her shoulders, as if to answer that she did not know.

The man looked to be in his middle age. He had graying hair, a thick but well groomed beard, a large upper body, and muscular arms. He wore clothes typical of hiking and camping, with a wide-brimmed hat that shaded his face.

"Well look at you. You're all dirty and smelly. Do you live around here?"

Lara again looked at him with fear and submission. She nodded her head to answer yes."

"You do live around here. Do you live in town?"

Lara shook her head to say no.

"Are you not able to speak?" He asked out loud.

Lara raised her shoulders, suggesting she did not know.

"Well, are you from around here?"

Lara nodded her head yes.

"OK. Do you have a house you live in?"

Lara nodded her head yes.

"Oh, good. So you live in a house. Do you have any family, or friends that live with you?"

Lara shook her head no.

"You live by yourself."

Lara nodded her head yes.

"OK. So you live around here, you have your own home, you live by yourself, but you dig in trash cans naked?"

Lara didn't how to answer. She only shrugged her shoulders.

"Does anybody know you're out here?"

Lara shook her head no.

"Well, are you hungry?"

Lara nodded her head with an emphatic yes.

"Well then let's get you something to eat, how about that!"

The man motioned her to follow him. Yet, she felt reluctant. A part of her wanted to go back into the woods, but another part figured if she did, he would follow her or report her to the police. And she knew the police wanted her.

She reluctantly followed him.

Ch. 92: Detected by a Dog

Into the fourth straight day of rain, Lara awoke just as the sun had already risen, perhaps an hour or more than she would normally awake. She squinted her eyes at the spattering rays of sunlight dotting the inside of her cinder block house, and struggled to awake.

But last night she had regressed so far into her memories and fantasies that she had hardly gotten any sleep. Just as the sun had set that evening, and darkness fell across the forest, Lara had dove into into her clitoris, soothing herself, and becoming immersed into the nether world of her inner being.

Memories had blended with fantasies, causing her to feel convinced that these fantasies were actual memories. Teresa and Julia, Julia and Nan, Nan and Lucy, all danced together, plotted together, and used Lara sexually in some kind of ceremonial display of passage.

Orgasm after orgasm, Lara stroked herself through the night. Her brain became flooded with hormones and endorphins, producing an endless high. She found peace in the euphoria. It calmed her anxieties and let her forget about the ever-cooling temperatures shifting into Autumn.

Somewhere through it all, she finally succumbed to exhaustion and drifted to sleep.

Lara took in a deep breath, realizing the day had started without her. She felt very tired and her head was still spinning. She wrestled with the thought of going back to sleep, but something was nagging her and prevented her from doing so.

She needed to pee.

Finally tossing the layers of blankets and old clothes, she forced herself up. She pushed aside the thick covering of branches and vines blocking the doorway and squeezed herself through. She didn't travel very far to squat down.

Once she stood up, the cool morning air smelled fresh with the scent of oaks. She breathed in heavily and relished one of Nature's finest offerings. Her brain was starting to focus. Lara was hungry, and hadn't eaten yesterday.

She fetched a blanket from her cinder block house, folded it up, and tucked it under her arm. Then, she proceeded along the usual path that lead her to the campground. She had hoped to find food in the trash dumpster.

When the campground started to come into view, Lara would often stop and hide behind a small stand of trees to spot cars and RVs. She wanted to make sure she could make her way to the dumpster without being seen. She noticed at least one RV.

Lara walked gingerly over a special path she followed. Her feet knew where to step to avoid sharper rocks and branches. Deep into a thick stand of young oaks she found her way closer to the campground, and then stopped for a moment to get another good look.

By surprise, she heard people laughing. She looked to see if she could find them. She could not. Their talking increased in sound, however. She became concerned they were coming her way. She crouched down and tried to conceal herself as best she could behind the tightly-knit tree trunks. More laughing, more talking. It definitely sounded like these people were getting closer.

She began to hear their footsteps tromping through grasses and occasionally cracking leaves.

"Fetch!" She heard a man's voice yell out.

There must be a dog with them she reasoned.

Indeed, there was a dog. She heard it panting with excitement as it came very close to her. She tried to see, turning her head left and right and peeking through narrow widths between tree trunks. She spotted the dog. It looked golden in color, perhaps a Golden Retriever. The dog, however, did not go away. It stopped just ten or twelve feet from where she hid inside the stand of trees. She heard it sniffing and could see it moving about.

"Joe!" A man's voice called out. "Come on boy!"

The dog whined, continued to sniff and move about. Lara worried that it may have picked up her scent.

"Come on Joe!" A woman's voice yelled out.

It sounded as if the people were getting closer. Lara tightened with fear. Still crouched down, her hand had instinctively reached for her clitoris and began to soothe. She closed her eyes.

"Uhh!" She sighed in whisper, relishing the wonderful feeling it offered. Despite the canine danger so close by, the tight stand of trees offered some form of protection.

The dog came in closer, perhaps just four of five feet away, pointing its nose, curious at what might be hiding in those trees. It looked right at her and barked. Lara jerked from the sound, but remained in place, and continued to touching herself.

"Come on Joe! Let's go!" The man yelled out. He was not very far. The dog whined again, but this time gave up and returned to his owners. Lara continued to stroke herself. The stand of trees indeed protected her, allowing her to place her trust in them.

Once clear, Lara took in a deep breath, and continued closer to the campground.