Every evening for the last year, Emily had walked through Emerson’s park at seven thirty on her way home. Every evening she felt cautious and wary of the ever increasing darkness that Autumn brings. It was either that or a taxi that she could ill afford or take the long way home adding an extra fifteen minutes to her journey.She would enter the park at its West gate and walk around the great big horse chestnut trees until she encountered the long tiled area down the centre; lined with benches and beech trees that shed their bright orange, almost metallic leaves. Half way down was a small building where people often huddled together out of the rain; a few benches were scattered around the enclave but few frequented this place so late on in the day, let alone the season.As she strode feigning confidence past the darkened building a man stepped out in front of her; a young man with a somewhat evil grin on his face. That wouldn’t have been a problem for Emily but it was the way he stepped into her path and made her pull up in front of him. His hand instantly came up to her chest as he grabbed her Gabardine coat by the collar.“You’re in a hurry, little one?”Little one, thought Emily. She palmed his hand and moved it off her coat. She was about to tell him where to get off but his hand moved so quickly. Before she knew it her own hand was tight against her back and twisted up and into her shoulder blades.Emily screamed, but who the fuck would hear her at this time of the evening? She felt frightened, glancing from side to side to see if she had any leverage to break free, but he held her tightly against him. She could feel his sleazy breath against her neck and she wanted to turn and spit at him.“Feisty little one, aren’t you?”That term again, little one. Emily groaned, why the fuck hadn’t she taken up Karate or Kick-Boxing when she had the chance.“Oi! Fuck Off you Twat!”Emily’s ears pricked up. The man twisted around quickly, dragging Emily with him only to come face to face with a larger, much older guy brandishing what looked like half a tree trunk in his hand. The swipe of the makeshift weapon in their general direction was enough for him to let go of Emily and run as fast as he could.The older man coughed and spluttered, eventually bringing his hand to his mouth as he rested the log on the floor.“Fuck, that was heavy. Ya alright Ma’am?”Emily nodded. “Thank you.”“No worries. Get all sorts of twats in here this time of night, fink they’re someone special y’see.”“I’ve no doubt.”“You be careful now, don’t think ee’ll be bovvering you anytime soon though.”With that the man turned and made his way back to the corner of the building.Emily could vaguely make out a rucksack in the dark corner and some cloth around the floor, some newspapers stacked to one side.“What’s your name?” she shouted after him.“Graham.” He flicked his finger across his imaginary Stetson.“Thank you, Graham.”Emily watched until Graham reached his abode for the evening. Kneeling down he arranged some papers on top of what looked like a cotton sheet and snuggled inside. He pulled the edge up around his neck and donned a woollen Pendik escort cap. Graham settled down for the night in relative safety and away from the prying eyes of the law.Emily made her way home. She couldn’t believe how stupid she was to walk through the park but then, she had done that a hundred times before. She reached the safety of her home and collapsed into a chair; all the time replaying the evening in her head. She made herself a meal and sat at the table eating. Every fork was forced as she thought of what Graham must be eating at that moment. Suddenly she felt sick. Sick to her very core as she looked around her room and saw all the luxuries: the spent money, the flowers, the food filled cupboards, the TV, and the burning lights contributing to the glow of the city. All these luxurious trappings, she thought, may have meant nothing, had that young man had his way with her, forced her to do things she would rather not do, or worse, kill her.Emily swallowed hard and with that thought lodged deep in her mind, walked to the window to look out across the burning and glowing landscape that was home, a building urge to weep overtook her.The following night Emily was prepared. She deliberately took the same route home, as much to convince herself that she had no reason to be afraid and to drop something special off for Graham.She cautiously looked around the corner of the building as she approached it. Graham was nowhere to be seen. She looked around the park as much as she could in the dim light to see if he had chosen a bench to lie on this evening. She relented eventually and decided she would have to take the package home with her. At home, she unravelled it and kept some of the contents while throwing the rest in the bin.The next evening was the same. Still no Graham, but she would continue with her insistence, at least for a while.On the fourth night, Emily smiled as she looked around the corner.“Thought you’d left this place.”“Ah! I was comfort-ly detained at her Majesties convenience,” he replied, smiling and shrugging his shoulders at the thought.“Warmer bed though,” she said, raising her eyebrow.“S’not the same though, is it.”Emily shook her head.“I suppose not. I wanted to thank you for what you did,” she said, handing him the package that she had religiously repackaged several times over the last few days, filling the contents with new and discarding the old and wilting food.“For me?”Emily nodded, enthusiastically.Graham pulled at the paper holding everything together, his blackened and bitten finger nails were a bit of a sight, but the joy on his face when he gazed into the packet was unbelievable. His eyes were immediately drawn to a packet of cheese biscuits and he hurriedly opened it.His first move was to offer the opened packet to Emily.She welled up inside at the thought that the man’s first action was to offer some of his food to her; a man that had nothing in the whole world, probably starving and living in the coldness of the open air in late October.She took one biscuit, just to be polite, and she stayed with him as he scoffed nearly Beykoz escort bayan half the packet in the same time as she nibbled at her one biscuit. Emily couldn’t help but smile at Graham or, was she smiling at how she had made a small difference in the world.The next few nights sped by and Emily had walked past his building several times without seeing Graham. She kind of missed his presence and on one occasion, she sat in the same spot as he did and opened the packet herself. She stayed there until she could no longer stand the cold. She left the package on the floor before walking home.The next night, Graham was once more in residence.“You’re getting to be like the Queen,” she commented, “only here on special occasions.”Graham smiled. His cough was beginning to fade and he was looking a lot healthier.“Mind if I join you tonight?” she asked.“Pull up a chair, my dear.”Emily sat next to him on the floor.“I got you something different this time,” she smiled handing him the package.She had stopped at Costa coffee and purchased a large Cappuccino for him. Graham’s world lit up.“I used to love expensive coffee,” he grinned.Pulling the package apart he found a small knife, butter, some bread and some ham.“Ham? Ham?”“Fuckit if I’m not going to get arrested if they find the knife on me though!” he exclaimed.Emily laughed.“Come on let’s make some sandwiches.”She pulled the bread out and buttered it, Graham pulled the Ham out of the packet with his slightly better, manicured fingernails; at least some of the blackness had disappeared at least.Ham was put in between two slices and they divided the spoils equally between them.“What’s in there?” asked Graham.“Something special.”“Can’t be as special as you, my dear.”Emily caught her breath and bit her lip. Graham had, unknowingly, given her the best compliment that she had received in a long time. Emily bent over to retrieve the package. She pulled out a bottle of red wine and two plastic cups. She placed one down by her side while she filled the other for herself.“Wine, bloody ‘ell, you must be rich Ma’am.”Emily smiled at him and handed him the cup. She repeated the motion with her own. Putting the bottle down on the floor she held her cup high in the air.“To your health,” she announced.Graham touched her cup with his own.“To your health, my dear. Mine’s not worth the effort.”The night just disappeared and as far as Emily was concerned it was a total success. The conversation was opening up and the only time she caught herself was when Graham told her about the time his world collapsed in a heap when his wife died of cancer. He described how he felt and how he believed he couldn’t go on, how he ended up where he was today, why he should make more effort but had nothing to make the effort for.He talked and Emily listened. The conversation eventually dried up and they stared out of the shelter into the cold night. Emily took a sip of her wine and made a comment.“I love wine Sometimes, it’s better than sex.”“Sex? What’s that?”Emily was taken aback. Occasionally things would be said that would upset her. It never Escort Cevizli failed and normally they were things that she would take for granted. Things like food, wine and sex. She looked down to the floor and considered her next sentence.“When was the last time?”“Last time?”“Last time you had sex?”Graham shook his head.“Can’t remember,” he shrugged. “A long, long time ago.”Emily bit her lip. All that could be heard was silence, that and the flapping of a bird’s wings and the rustling of leaves on the floor. Occasionally, a falling leaf would interrupt the light reaching them from the nearby flats.“Well, that stopped the conversation,” Graham piped up.“Has it?” Emily retorted as she put her hand on Graham’s thigh and rapidly moved it upwards to his crotch.Graham felt her touch but could not believe it at first, then he looked into her face and all he could see was the concentration on her face, looking down to his crotch as her hand squeezed him. His cock responded. It grew, much to Emily’s surprise and excitement.Finally, Emily looked him in the eyes. A calm lustful smile spread all over her face. Anyone looking at her right then would know that she was going to get her way.Graham, however, wasn’t that clued up on want and need – he hadn’t been for a long time.It wasn’t until Graham’s cock grew fairly large in his baggy trousers that Emily started to undo them; first the belt then the zipper and finally she tugged them down as much as she could.Graham hadn’t moved an inch. He groaned when his cock surfaced, wrapped snuggly in its palm blanket as it touched the cold night air.Emily fisted his cock for a while, very slowly and very considerately. She had intended to wank him and make him cum for her but when she saw the sight of his lengthy cock, other ideas flooded her mind. She slipped her bum away from Graham by a few inches and bent herself at the waist. Her head made a beeline for the crown of Graham’s cock.For a person that travelled the streets, his cock was in wonderful condition, thought Emily. She lowered her head to it and gathered up the undersides with her tongue.But, licking it while stroking it with her hand, was just a little too much for Graham. By the time Emily slipped her mouth over his cock he ejaculated. There was little or no warning except a grunt that Graham let loose just as the first jet of spunk hit the insides of Emily’s mouth.To Graham’s surprise, Emily moaned and lowered her head down taking his cock into her mouth further. She swallowed his load as it erupted and she sucked greedily as the rest of his juices joined the first jet. All the time, she never let up on her stroking and pulling on his length.When Graham was totally spent, Emily lifted her head from his cock and licked her lips. They looked at each other but said nothing. Emily was still stroking his cock despite it diminishing in size.She started to put it back into his trousers but stopped when Graham took over the dutiful task.“That was very nice,” he told her.“Thank you, I enjoyed it. Maybe next time, I’ll get me tits out for ya,” she said, trying desperately to sound like Graham and make it sound funny as well.Graham nodded before silence fell over the pair of them again.In an awkward moment Emily downed the remaining wine and put her cup in the bag. Graham’s cup joined it, as did the empty bottle.“Right well, I guess I must be off,” she said as she lifted herself from the floor.