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  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Pepper North

  Contents

  Author’s Note:

  Other titles by Pepper North

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Afterword

  Excerpt from Brad: Dr. Richards’ Little 6

  Excerpt from The Keepers: Payi

  Text copyright ©2017 Pepper North

  All Rights Reserved

  Author’s Note:

  The following story is completely fictional. The characters are all over the age of 18 and as adults choose to live their lives in an age play environment. This is a series of books that can be read in any order. You may, however, choose to read them sequentially to enjoy the characters best. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in previous novels as well as new faces. Prepare to enter the new world of Dr. Richards’ Littles. Enjoy!

  Other titles by Pepper North

  For your reading enjoyment, my other age-play stories are:

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6

  The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story

  Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9

  Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  The Keepers: Payi

  Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11

  Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12

  Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13

  Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14

  Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15

  Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16

  The Magic of Twelve: Violet

  Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17

  The Keepers: Pien

  Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18

  The Magic of Twelve: Marigold

  Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19

  Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20

  A Little Vacation South of the Border

  The Magic of Twelve: Hazel

  Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21

  Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22

  The Magic of Twelve: Sienna

  Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23

  Chapter 1

  A sudden, loud grinding noise came from the battered car outside. They all heard Angelina exclaim, “Not now, car. Please start. You can’t break down here,” she pleaded loudly unaware that an open window was letting her voice drift to everyone inside.

  Angelina had come to visit Zoey at her new home with Dr. Matt Richards. She’d brought Zoey’s last check with her in her role as assistant manager of the restaurant where Zoey had worked. Angelina had been happy to see Zoey thriving in her new home. The doctor had been very nice and was obviously in love with Zoey. It looked like Zoey had been very lucky by landing that job interview.

  Now, her car wouldn’t start. What was she going to do? She didn’t want to go back to the door and ask to use the phone. Who would she call anyway? Angelina didn’t have any close friends who would make the trip to pick her up, and she was relatively new in town. She had no idea about which service center was reputable and wouldn’t take advantage of a young lady. She dropped her forehead down to her steering wheel and tried to think.

  “Knock, knock, knock,” came at her window. Angelina jerked her head up to see the older man that had answered the door of the mansion now standing beside her car. She pressed the button to roll down the window, but it didn’t work because there was no power to the car. Angelina opened the car door slowly allowing the man to step back. She blushed as she stepped out of the car. For some reason, this man had fascinated her instantly when she’d met him. He was older but very handsome. He held himself in a way that suggested he had been in the military – straight and powerful. He’d be able to take care of himself in any situation. She had memorized his name, Paul. Somehow it was important that she remember that.

  “Do you need some help, Angelina?” Paul asked in his deep voice.

  Angelina smiled shyly at him. “I’m sorry to bother you. I’d love some help if you know something about stupid, old cars that won’t start.”

  “Not all old things won’t start, Angelina. Sometimes, they just need to find the right person to tinker with them,” Paul said. His words had a double meaning. He did not doubt that he looked old to the young assistant manager. He’d felt old himself since his beloved Little had passed away two years ago. He had thought he’d buried his heart with Lillian. He didn’t know what it was about this red-haired beauty, but it was important that he help her. “Would you pop the hood for me to look?”

  Now Angelina really blushed. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know how to do that,” she explained ruefully. “I just bought this car when I came to town so I could drive to the restaurant. I always have to go to work before the busses start running in the morning or I’ve closed the restaurant after the busses end for the day. Walking in the dark scares me. There are too many noises surrounding me. My imagination goes wild,” Angelina tried to explain but was afraid she was sharing too much with this stranger. He probably didn’t care at all. “Sorry, you don’t want to hear my life story. Do you know how to open the hood on a car like this?” she asked hopefully.

  Paul looked at her even more seriously. “A young lady like yourself should definitely not be walking alone in the dark. Getting a car was smart. Let’s see what needs to be done to make this reliable transportation,” he said getting into the car. “Ufff! You really have short legs,” he observed as he slid the seat back to allow his legs to fit into the car. “Look see this symbol. It should look like a car hood opening. That’s the lever we want,” he explained as he pulled it releasing the hood up a couple of inches.

  Angelina immediately walked around the car to the front and tried to open the hood fully. “It’s stuck. Stupid car. I can’t believe that lever didn’t work,” she said exasperatedly.

  Chuckling to himself, Paul got out of the car and joined her at the hood. “Angelina, there’s a latch underneath the hood that holds it in place. That way you can’t accidentally release the hood lever inside as you’re driving and have it spring up in front of you to block your view,” he explained patiently.

  “Oh,” Angelina said in a small voice. “It’s always complicated, isn’t it?” She waited until Paul opened the final latch and lifted the hood up. She watched him prop it up on a metal rod that was attached under the hood. Angelina leaned over the mechanics of the car looking around at all the pieces that were fit together. She poked her finger at several. It all looked like it should work to her.

  Paul laughed aloud that time. “Careful, Angelina. Some of those bits will still be hot. Don’t burn yourself. Have you figured out what’s wrong?” He watched as she seriously tried to see an obvious problem. Her slight body was stretched out across the open hood revealing a pert bottom. “That bottom is just made for spanking,” Paul thought to himself as he enjoyed the view.

  Angelina turned to loo
k at him, “I have no idea,” she admitted. “Do you?”

  Shaking himself mentally, Paul forced himself to look at the car and not at the beautiful, young lady decorating it. “I have a feeling it’s the starter. We might be lucky if it’s just flooded. Get in the car and try it again,” he instructed.

  Angelina rushed to stand up straight, and she went around the open door to jump in the driver’s seat. “Vrooommm!” The car started with a triumphant sound this time. Angelina jumped out and without thinking hugged the man that had helped her. When his strong arms wrapped around her, Angelina froze. Something clicked. It just felt right in his arms. Panicking, she pushed back and apologized, “Sorry! I shouldn’t have grabbed you.”

  Paul smiled at her. “No problem, Angelina. I’m glad the car started. That is worth celebrating. It worked this time, but your car needs some maintenance. Do you have a good mechanic?” When she shook her head, ‘no,’ Paul pulled a card out of his pocket and wrote a name and telephone number on it. “This is who I’d recommend. Rob is an honest man. He won’t overcharge you or make up problems. On the other side is my personal phone number. Keep it. I want you to call me if you have more problems before you get the car in for service. Will you promise me to call? Seriously, Angelina. Day or Night, call. I don’t want you to be stranded alone in the dark,” Paul looked sternly at the slight figure.

  “Oh, I don’t want to bother you,” Angelina began.

  “You won’t bother me if you call. It will bother me if I worry about you stranded. Okay? Promise to call?” he answered seriously.

  “Okay. I’ll call,” Angelina said slowly. She didn’t ever plan to call, but she’d agree just to ease his mind. He’d been nice to help her. She got in her car and waved goodbye as she drove down the long driveway. “What had just happened?” she thought to herself. She’d think about Paul for a long time. He had certainly made an impression on her.

  Angelina drove back to town replaying her conversation with Paul. What was it about this man that fascinated her? Had she imagined that Paul had been very pleased when she’d hugged him in celebration? There was something different about him and how he looked at her. She almost felt like he was her protector. That didn’t make any sense. She’d just met him. People didn’t have that kind of connection after one conversation. She knew he had to be a good person because Zoey liked him. Zoey was a good judge of people. Angelina shrugged her shoulders. She needed to stop daydreaming about a man she didn’t even know. She decided to not go to the service station because her car was working now. She’d keep the card just in case it started acting up again.

  Chapter 2

  Two days later, Angelina dragged herself out of the restaurant at midnight. Everyone else had gone home a long time ago, but there had been a discrepancy in the evening profits. It was her job to balance the books when she closed, so she’d stayed until she had discovered that some money had slipped into the back of the cash register. When Marcy had pulled out the drawer at the end of the night, she hadn’t noticed the money. Angelina was just glad she happened to drop a pen, and when she stood up, she’d seen the missing bills. With the accounts settled, Angelina turned off all the lights and locked the back door to the restaurant that led to the employee parking lot at the rear of the building.

  “The floodlight had burnt out. I wish I’d seen that earlier,” Angelina thought to herself as she ran quickly to her car. She was spooked in the pitch dark to be there all alone. Angelina dropped her keys as she approached her car. Bending down to run her hands over the asphalt surface, she finally found them. She clicked the door release and scrambled inside.

  “Whew! I made it. It’s really scary out here in the dark. I’ll have to get that light replaced first thing tomorrow!” Angelina chuckled to herself as she realized that she was talking to herself. She slid the key into the ignition and nothing. There was no sound-not even the grinding sound that had happened at Zoey’s house. “What am I going to do?” Somehow it made her feel better to talk aloud. Almost like she wasn’t alone.

  It was too late to call any of the employees at the restaurant to come help. She didn’t have any other friends to call. All her time was spent either working or getting ready to go to work. She didn’t even know her next-door neighbor’s name. “He’s pretty scary, too. I wouldn’t want to be here in the dark with him either.” She pulled out the card with Paul’s name. “He’d be much better to have here in the dark parking lot,” Angelina thought. “I trust him. But it’s so late. I hate to call him at midnight.” Angelina hesitated for several minutes and decided to call. “He can always say no and hang up,” she decided. Punching the number in before she could talk herself out of it, Angelina looked nervously out of all the car window.

  “Hello,” came Paul’s deep voice on the phone. He sounded wide awake.

  “Hi ...” Angelina hesitated.

  “Is this Angelina?” Paul asked quickly.

  “Yeah, um, yes, it’s me. I’m so sorry to call you so late. You had told me I could call you if I needed some help. Would you rather I call someone else?” Angelina asked, words tumbling out of her mouth.

  “I’m glad you called, Angelina. I’ve been thinking of you. Is everything okay?” Paul questioned the young lady. He was very glad that she had called. He’d wished he had her number and had been thinking about visiting the restaurant to see her.

  “Emm, no, it’s not all right. My car won’t start again. The lights are out in the parking lot. I’m sitting here in the dark. I’m really scared. Would you come to help me?” Angelina tried to keep the panic out of her voice but was failing. She heard a ding, ding that sounded like a car door opening and then the ignition starting.

  “I’m on my way, Angelina. I want you to stay on the phone with me, so I know you’re all right. And you won’t feel so alone. Are you at the restaurant?” Paul asked reassuringly.

  “Yes, I’m in the back parking lot of the restaurant. I had to stay to balance the books. Everyone else left a long time ago,” Angelina said softly. “Thank you for coming. I’m so sorry to bother you.”

  “You’re not bothering me, Angelina. I would be angry if you had not called, and you’d walked home in the dark,” Paul said honestly.

  “Why would you be angry?” Angelina said perplexed. “We just met. It’s not like you know me well, or you’re part of my family.”

  “I’m going to be very honest with you, Angelina. It’s strange, but even though we haven’t known each other for a long time and we haven’t spent a lot of time together, I care about you. I want you to be safe. It’s important to me that you be taken care of and protected. Does that seem strange?” Paul questioned.

  Feeling brave because she was just talking to this voice on the phone, “It doesn’t seem strange. It seems right. I knew you’d help me if I called. Thank you for helping,” Angelina said gratefully. “Are you almost here?”

  Headlights flashed against the brick sides of the restaurant as Paul turned into the parking lot. “I’m here, sweetie,” Paul reassured. He parked next to Angelina’s car and left his lights on so they could see.

  Angelina jumped out of her car as soon as he put his car in park. She rushed around to meet him at his door as he got out. She threw her arms around him impulsively and hugged him close. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” burst out of her mouth. She pressed her cheek against his chest. “I was so scared. Thank you for coming.”

  Paul’s arms had encircled her the moment she had launched herself into his arms. He pulled her close and rested his cheek on the top of her head. She was so petite that she barely came up to his shoulder. “Just a perfect armful of beautiful Angelina,” Paul thought. Aloud, he said, “You’re okay, Angelina. I’m glad you called, sweetheart. I’ll always come to help if you need me.”

  “Why?” she questioned. “Why would you come to help me?” Angelina stayed where she was tucked into his arms.

  “Angelina, I don’t know you well. We’ve only talked a little, but there’s something
about you that draws me to you. I need to help you. Does that make sense at all?” Paul repeated his thoughts from their phone call. Somehow saying this in person was more important. He felt her head nod against his chest. “It makes sense in my mind, too.” Giving her one more squeeze, Paul set her back away from him so he could see her face. “I don’t think your car is going to start tonight. It’s impossible to see what’s going on with it in this darkness. How about if I take you home and then I’ll come back to pick you up in the morning and we’ll call Rob at the service station to come to take a look at your car?”

  “Thank you, Paul. I think that sounds like a good plan if you have time tomorrow?” Angelina asked looking at his face in the glow of the headlights.

  Paul ushered her around the car and got her settled in the passenger seat. He took the time to click her seatbelt in place around her making sure she was safe. Climbing back in the car, he asked “Okay, Angelina. Where do you live?” He followed her directions. They drove several miles away from the restaurant. “Did you really walk this far before you had a car?” he asked in amazement.

  “I took the bus when I could. But yes, I walked when the busses weren’t running. I didn’t have a choice. I needed my job,” she explained.

  Paul turned following her directions into an apartment complex that had seen better days. Her building looked like it housed 12 apartments, four on three floors. The door was hanging from one hinge. There was no security system to keep anyone out. A man drinking from a bottle of whiskey sat slumped on the front step of the building.