The Adventures of Cindy Lake

-by Alvo Torelli, 2019

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Chapter Three

Wednesday, April 12, 3:45 PM, Jim and Suzette Turner's house

Jim Turner worked security in a downtown office high rise. It was crap work, but it paid enough - especially with all the overtime he'd been working lately. Now he was weary, and getting to come home early was a pleasant surprise. He had visions of a late afternoon quickie with his hot blonde bimbo of a wife. Maybe he'd get to use his new handcuffs. Yeah, that would be great. And with luck Suzette wouldn't want it. It was always better when he felt like he was forcing her.

But a very different afternoon was waiting for Jim Turner.

"Jim? Is that you? You're here so early. That's great. I was just about to drag Annie out with me to do the shopping, but now you can stay with her."

"What the fuck is Annie doing here? We're not supposed to have her for another couple of days." All thoughts of getting Suzette into the bedroom and getting out his favorite toys drained away in an instant. Jim felt his weariness and he was suddenly as cross as he sounded.

"Oh, Laura got called out of town. She called and asked if we could swap a few days. I didn't feel like I could say no, but it sure is an inconvenience to have Annie around. I've got stuff to do you know." Suzette picked up on Jim's annoyance and gave back as good as she got. "So now you can take over. You're always saying how special she is anyway - here's your chance to spend a little time with her. She's back in her room. I'm going. I've got to get to the store and I need a manicure something awful, so don't expect me back before six." Before Jim could complain or try to stop her, Suzette grabbed her keys and coat and was out the door.

Crap, Jim thought. But maybe she's right, I should spend some time with Annie.

Jim walked towards Annie's bedroom thinking about what they might do together. His little girl was his pride and joy, but that didn't mean he had any idea how to relate to a seven-year-old. The best he could come up with was to ask her if she wanted to watch television with him, or maybe watch one of her favorite Benji videos. He was feeling pretty good about himself when he heard a low moaning sound coming through the nearly closed door to her room.

Suddenly worried, Jim stepped to Annie's door and silently pushed the door open far enough to peek into her room. The vision in front of him stopped him in his tracks. Worry gave place to successive waves of anger, panic, confusion, revulsion, awe and then, finally and most strongly of all, arousal.

Annie was perched on the edge of her bed, legs dangling down. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed and her small mouth was open and emitting a quiet moan of pleasure. She was completely naked. But the sight his little girl undressed on her bed wasn't the source of Jim's shock. The shock came from the fact that his Border Collie, Prince, was with her, standing between her legs with his front forelegs on her lap and his paws wrapped around her tiny waist. The shock at what he was seeing was so great and confusing that Jim turned to stone.

Jim's first thought was to burst into the room and seize his dog by the throat to protect his little girl. But Prince was licking Annie's little nipples and the little girl was writhing in joy under his tongue! As he watched, Annie put her hands on Prince's head and lowered her head to look into his eyes. She was far too intent on the dog to notice that her door was open and her father had moved into the room, gapping at her.

"Oh, Prince, that feels so nice. Do it again, please." Annie's little-girl voice was a whisper.

Prince looked up into the girl's face and then he lashed out with his long tongue and kissed her on the lips. Jim was flabbergasted to see his daughter let the dog kiss her and even open her mouth and kiss him back, giggling and smiling with pleasure. It was a grotesque sight, but it was also compelling. Not just compelling - erotic. Jim almost gasped when he saw how Annie reacted, arching her back and moaning when Prince went back to laving her flat chest and her tiny nipples.

Jim stood on needles. Half his brain screamed at him to run to her, protect her from the terrible thing she was doing, stop her before she got herself in farther than she was prepared for. But the other half of his psyche, the dark half, couldn't believe how lucky he was to be witness to Annie's incredible display. There was a brief war deep in Jim's subconscious. This is terrible. I can't let her do this. But look, she's enjoying it. She's not in any danger. Prince would never hurt her. But I'm responsible for her, I have to teach her right from wrong and this is so wrong. Yes, but don't be so quick. What can it hurt to see what else she does? I can teach her later. I can punish her later. Yes, I can do both!

The decision was made and Jim was a man of action once he'd made up his mind. It only took a moment to step back silently into the hallway, then run to retrieve his video camera. When he stepped back into Annie's room she was still madly enjoying the feeling of Prince's long rough tongue on her nipples.

Jim's heart nearly stopped when Prince suddenly stopped ministering to his little girl's chest, cocked his head to the side with his furry ears pointing up, and looked Jim straight in the face. Jim froze, the camera pointed directly at the pair on the bed. He didn't move or make a sound. He just looked back into Prince's sky blue eyes, meeting him stare for stare. And then the dog turned back to his little mistress and went back to licking her, confident that the only other alpha in the house wouldn't interfere with his new conquest.

God, this is amazing, Jim thought as he carefully moved around the room, getting Annie from other angles. Fortunately, he was well off to one side when Prince decided it was time to change the game. Annie's eyes flew wide open and stared unseeingly, straight ahead, when Prince dropped to the floor and put his muzzle directly between her legs.

"Oh, Prince! OH!" Annie pushed her legs wider apart, scooted her butt even farther off the bed and then plopped back onto her back, abandoning her tiny pussy to Prince's expert tongue. "Aahh, aahh, yes, oh, yes." She twisted and turned on the bed, her arms out to her side and her hands clutching desperately at the bed covers.

Jim moved in closer. He hovered over his pretty daughter and angled his camera down to capture her naked form. Her eyes were tightly closed again as she swam through a sea of sensual stimulation. She arched her back and opened her legs even farther to her canine lover's tongue. From above, Jim and his camera had a perfect view of her pretty body, her contorted face, her bare chest and her perfect little hairless pussy between the swollen mounds of her vulva. The dog's long tongue darted forward again and again, disappearing into her tight hole and swirling around the tiny clitoris at the top.

Prince was patiently working Annie into a higher and higher state of arousal. Jim had no idea that a seven-year-old could attain orgasm, but there was no question that Annie was on the verge. She was twisting and writhing uncontrollably. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. And then her young body began to quiver; waves and waves of violent tremors suffused out from her miniature cunt.

The evil half of Jim's desire-addled mind knew that this was the moment to strike, when his little daughter would be the most vulnerable, the most humiliated and startled. As she quivered uncontrollably he set the video camera on a dresser, still pointing at her bed and then he stood directly over her.

"Annie! What in the world are you doing!?"

Annie's eyes shot open to find her imposing father standing over her, angry and frightening. She turned bright red with mortification and panic. "Oh, no, DADDY!"

Wednesday, April 12, 4:15 PM, Cindy Lake's house.

"Hello?" Cindy took the phone from her father, who turned and headed back down the stairs. She closed her bedroom door and returned to her desk where she'd been trying, unsuccessfully, to finish her Spanish homework. "Um, this is Cindy?"

"Oh, high Cindy, sweetie. This is Lisa."

"Uh, Lisa?"

"Lisa Barrett, sweetheart, you know, from Annie's house, Friday night?"

David's mother! "Oh, Mrs. Barrett. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize your voice."

"It's okay sweetie, don't worry. Listen, I was just calling to thank you again for helping me with Suzette the other night. She was really sick. I don't think I could have handled her without all your help - you're such a nice young woman, so mature, and I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh, Mrs. Barrett, but I didn't..."

"None of that Mrs. Barrett silliness, darling, just call me Lisa. And another thing, Cindy, dear, I was wondering if you would be available to babysit for my Jenny sometime. Not any time in particular, just some time, you know, it's nice to have someone you can call, someone you trust."

"Oh, uhm, yeah, probably. Uh, Mrs Ba... I mean, Lisa, ah, do you have dogs?""Dogs? What a funny question." Lisa paused, contemplating. Hmm. "No, no we don't have a dog, sweetie," she lied smoothly.

"Oh, okay, then, yes, I could babysit for you sometime. Sure."

"Oh, that's wonderful. Thank you so much. And Cindy, princess, I wanted you to know I felt just awful about the other night. I mean, I could tell that something was bothering you, but I was just too upset about Suzette to really ask you about it. I shouldn't have done that. I should have gotten to the bottom of it - you seemed like such a nice young lady. Are you better now, sweetheart?"

"Ah, ah," Cindy stammered, the awful events of Friday night's adventures with Prince swirling through her mind. "Oh god, I, um, yes, I'm fine. I, I'm just fine, Mrs. Barrett."

"Are you sure sweetie? You know, sometimes a girl just needs to talk her problems out to a sympathetic ear. You were such a dear the other night, I'd be happy to help you out if you ever need to talk about anything." Lisa shivered in anticipation of the idea of what she might be able to talk little Cindy Lake into if she had the girl to herself for any length of time. It was a long shot to think she could seduce the young girl, but it never hurt to try and she was getting bored with Suzette Turner. "If you ever want to get together, just to talk, you shouldn't hesitate to call me, darling. You're such a pretty thing, Cindy, and so grown up. I felt a real connection with you. I'd be more than happy to lend you my shoulder if you just need to talk about anything: school, friends, even boys."

Cindy gasped at the mention of boys, flashing on David Barrett's handsome physique and his beautiful sky blue eyes. Oh god, it was David's mother she was talking to! For a moment she'd been tempted. Mrs. Barrett seemed so nice and Cindy remembered the kind way she'd taken care of the sick Suzette. It would be nice to talk to someone who might understand what she was going through. Cindy actually ached to get some of her problems off her chest. But this was David's mother. She couldn't possibly tell her the way she felt.

"Oh, Mrs. Barrett, that's really nice of you. Uh, maybe, sometime, but, uhm, I've got to go finish my homework now. I'm sorry."

"Oh Cindy, you're such a conscientious young woman. You just call me if you ever need anything, okay?"

"Uhm, yes ma'am, I will. Uh, bye."

"Bye-bye sweetheart."

Wednesday, April 12, 4:35 PM, Jim and Suzette Turner's house.

Prince took one look at Jim's angry face and fled from the room. Seven-year-old Annie stared up at her father in horror and humiliation and desperately tried to pull the covers over her nakedness. At the same time she tried to move away from him, backing up across the bed frantically. But Jim grabbed one of her ankles in a death like grip. Annie screamed in dismay.

"What is going on here missy? This is terrible behavior, terrible. What has gotten into you?"

"But daddy, I thought, oh, oh, I thought it was okay." Annie was still desperately trying to hide her nakedness from her father's angry gaze.

"Why would you think such a disgusting act was okay? You know better!"

"But daddy, I saw Cindy doing that. On Friday!"

"Who the hell is Cindy! What are you talking about? Don't lie to me little girl!"

"Daddy, daddy, please. Cindy was my babysitter on Friday. Daddy, please, I'm sorry."

"Don't lie to me!" Jim flipped little Annie over onto her stomach, getting angrier by the second. His anger mixed with a confusing lust brought by the sight of his daughter's naked body. He'd never felt anything like it. He sat on the bed next to her and dragged her body across his lap. She fought him, screaming, but her screams and terror only increased the intensity of the new feelings coursing through his mind and body. Soon he had her stretched across his lap, her perfect little butt staring up at him. His erection pressed through his pants and into the little girl's stomach. He pulled her small arms behind her back and easily held both wrists in his large left hand. Annie's legs dangled down from his lap and the milky smooth skin of her ass was poised in the air. He could just make out the soft mounds of her outer pussy lips through the small gap between her legs - the forbidden slit that Prince had been ravaging only moments before still glistened with the dogs spittle. He gripped Annie's wrists tight, tighter than necessary, and he pulled her arms up away from her body, forcing her face down into the mattress. Annie was terrified and confused. The awkward position forced her legs apart and gave her father an even better view of her young pussy and ass. Annie's frantic attempts to pull her naked body away from Jim were useless.

Jim raised his right hand high in the air and the brought it down hard on Annie's bare bottom. Slap! The pretty white skin turned bright red instantly, in a perfect representation of Jim's large handprint.

"Owwwww! Daddy!"

"Don't lie to me, little girl. I left you with your step-mom on Friday, not a babysitter." Slap! The first handprint, fading to a dull red, was overlaid with a second bright red print. "Now I have to punish you for being naughty and for lying. I don't want to do this Annie, but you don't leave me any choice." Slap!

"Aagghh! Ow, ow, ow, daddy! Please, I'm not lying. Suzette left me with a babysitter. It was Cindy. It was, daddy, please, Cindy takes care of me at mom's house. Oh daddy, please, don't spank me again."

"Cindy? Cindy who?"

"I don't know daddy, she's just Cindy. She's a really good babysitter. She is daddy. Please!"

Jim paused, hand raised to slap Annie's rear one more time. "I'm going to talk to your step-mom about this little girl. If you're lying to me you'll get another spanking. Are you sure?"

"Yes daddy, yes daddy, please, please, don't spank me any more!"

Jim calmed down a little bit. His ire faded but was rapidly replaced by his growing lust for his little daughter. This was terrible. Jim had never looked at his daughter as a sexual object, but now he couldn't help it. Her pretty little body was stretched across his lap. Her legs were still slightly spread apart and he could see her gorgeous little pussy peeking through the gap between two slap-enflamed buttocks. The way her cunny glistened with Prince's slobber and the little girls own juices mocked him! Jim was still holding Annie's arms tight at the wrist, pulling them upwards as if Annie was tied up. Her back arched seductively. God, the temptation. It was overwhelming. Jim felt his gorge rise again. This wasn't fair. He was never going to be able to look at his pretty little girl again without thinking about this moment, without seeing her stretched out with Prince's big tongue up her love hole. How was he going to live with himself when he knew how much he wanted to do awful things to her?

Angry again, Jim shouted at Annie. "You are still a very naughty girl, Annie. Why did you do that, with Prince?"

"Oh daddy, please. I saw Cindy do that. Cindy is a big girl, she wouldn't do something bad. She was doing that with Prince in the living room. I thought it was okay. I just wanted to be like Cindy. Please daddy, don't be mad, please!"

Who the hell is this Cindy girl, Jim thought. It was all her fault. Now he knew where to focus his anger. But he wasn't done with Annie. He needed to punish her more. The thought excited him. It almost overwhelmed him. He glanced at the camera on the dresser. It was capturing every moment of Annie's tortuous punishment. Jim knew at once he was going to enjoy the footage, over and over again. He couldn't resist the urge to add to it.

Jim maneuvered Annie on his lap, lifting her butt higher with his knee. "I can't just ignore what you did Annie. It was very bad." Slap! He spanked her hard with a blow meant to sting horribly, but not bruise. Then he rested his hand on Annie's thigh as she screamed and he gently pulling her legs wider apart. Her pussy looked directly into the camera.

"Owww! Daddy, please, you already spanked me. Please, I'll be good, I promise." Slap! "OWWWW!!" Annie was in shock from the stinging swats. She couldn't even feel her daddy pulling her legs wider apart, nor could she understand what a terribly vulnerable and sexual position she was in. And she had no idea there was a camera pointed at her.

"Do you really promise Annie? No more? And do you promise not to tell anyone about this, not even your mother? Daddy would be very angry if you told anyone else about this - anyone!"

"Oh daddy, yes, I promise, I promise. Please daddy, I promise." Annie would say anything to keep from being slapped again. Her ass was on fire. She certainly wasn't going to tell her daddy that she had already told at least one person all about Cindy, what she had seen and what it felt like to let a doggy lick your pussy.

"Okay Annie. I believe you, but if you go back on your promise you know what happens. Now I just have to make sure that Prince didn't hurt you."

"What? Daddy?"

"Just hold still little girl. I have to make sure that Prince didn't hurt you." Jim spread Annie's legs even wider apart. Her little pussy lips pulled apart, exposing the forbidden inner pinkness. "Just hold still now, Annie, this will only take a minute." Jim reached in and touched Annie's clit, very gently, and then slowly moved his finger up between the puffy outer mounds of her childish vulva.

"Oh daddy, no! Daddy, you can't, that's bad! Daddy!"

"Hush! I don't want to do this, Annie. But I'm not the one who did naughty things with the dog, am I? You hold still. I have to make sure you're okay."

"Oh, oh, oh daddy, I'm fine. I am, I'm fine, oh, oh, OH!"

Jim massaged his little girl's cunt and he spread her lips wide open to reveal the depths of her pussy for his camera. He took his time, enjoying the depravity of what he was doing and the obvious discomfort he was causing her. The more she squirmed in his lap, the harder it was to resist the terrible temptations that were coursing out from the rock-hard boner in his pants. He spread the wetness around, lubricating her and getting her aroused again, despite her humiliation. He couldn't stop himself from forcing her arms up even higher, wanting desperately to control her and ravish her. Jim was near to the breaking point. Any second he was going to lose control and rape his little princess right there on her own bed.

Just in time Jim got control of himself. He couldn't do this to his darling daughter. He loved her too much. She was just a baby. He was supposed to protect her and love her, not ravish her perfect little unused body. He had to stop.

"Okay, princess, I think you're fine." Jim lifted Annie's naked body off his lap and set her on the floor, facing him. She blinked her tear-filled eyes and sniffled, trying to cover herself. "Now you just get dressed and go watch some television. We won't talk about this again. Okay?"

Annie's lip quivered and she couldn't look up into her father's face, but she sniffed and answered him. "Yes daddy." As she turned to get her clothes from the pile on the end of the bed, Jim scooped up the video camera and hid it behind his back. Then he backed out of the room as Annie got dressed.

Jim made a bee-line for his den, intent to copy the video footage onto his computer - and then take care of the huge problem in his pants.

Wednesday, April 12, 9:00 PM, Jim and Suzette Turner's house.

Jim waited for Annie to be safely in bed and checked twice to make sure she was really asleep before he confronted his wife. He was still burning with anger, anger at his wife for leaving Annie with a babysitter without telling him and anger at Cindy, whoever she was, for teaching his little daughter such heinous behavior. All evening long he'd worked hard to control and hide his anger, but now it was bubbling over, combining with his intense sexual frustration.

"Suzette," Jim spoke over the kitchen table in a low slow voice. "Where were you last Friday night?"

Suzette put down her vodka and started, her eyes widening in panic. "Ah, nowhere, Jim. I was here."

im was out of his chair and around the table in a flash. He grabbed Suzette by her pretty blonde hair and pulled her head back, staring down into her horrified face. "Bitch! Don't lie to me. Where were you?"

"Ow, Jim, ow, please. I'm sorry. I went out, I went to Lisa's. That's all, I just went to Lisa's. Call her, she'll tell you. Ow! Jim, please!"

"But I left you here with Annie. I didn't tell you you could get a sitter, did I?"

"No Jim, ow, I'm sorry. Ow."

Jim pulled Suzette up by her hair and pushed her out of the kitchen, down the hall towards their bedroom. "What the fuck, Suzette. You know I don't like to leave Annie with people I don't know. What if something had happened? Huh? Maybe something did happen. Did something happen?" He shoved Suzette through the door and sent her flying across the bed.

"Oh Jim, please, I don't know, I don't think anything happened?"

"What do you mean you don't know? Were you drunk? You bitch, you were drunk again. Crap! Do you think I'm going to stand for that? Do you? Bitch!"

"No Jim, please. Nothing happened. I'm sure nothing happened. Cindy's a good babysitter. She wouldn't let anything happen."

"Yeah, who the fuck is this Cindy bitch? Tell me! Who is she?"

"Cindy Lake. She's just a girl, from the middle school."

"You let a middle school girl take care of Annie? What the fuck is wrong with you! You know what this means, don't you? Don't you?"

"No Jim, please, please!"

Jim Turner loved the look of terror on his pretty wife's face. He loved it that she thought she knew what was coming, but he had surprises for her. He was going to punish her, make her pay for putting his little girl in harms way. And he was going to relieve the terrible yearning that screamed from his frustrated balls.

Jim didn't say another word. He just grabbed Suzette by the ankles and flipped her onto her stomach. The room was already prepared for Suzette's punishment. He dragged her to the bottom of the bed as she clawed at the covers, trying to resist him. But he was much too strong for her. Soon she was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her knees on the floor and her chest pushed down into the mattress. Jim reached under the bed and pulled out the long stout rope waiting there. In a second, Suzettes wrists were bound tightly together behind her back. Then Jim threaded the long rope through an eyelet he'd mounted earlier in the ceiling. Suzette's arms were pulled upwards behind her. It was very painful and uncomfortable.

"Ow, Jim, ow, that hurts, please. Jim, what are you doing? OW!" Jim had tied Suzette up before, when they were having sex, but this was different - painfully different and frightening. As the rope pulled her arms upwards, Suzette was forced to stand up and bend at the waist. It was a humiliating and painful pose that left her feeling terribly vulnerable.

Jim grabbed Suzette's left ankle and pulled it to one corner of the bed, throwing her off balance and putting enormous strain on her aching arms. He rapidly cuffed her ankle to the corner of the bed and then he grabbed her other ankle.

"Jim, no, please! You're scaring me. Please!"

But Suzette's pleas fell on the ears of a man out of control. He roughly yanked her other ankle towards the other side of the bed, forcing her legs wide apart. Suzette couldn't keep her balance. She had to stand on her tip toes to relieve any of the awful weight from her arms and still she fell forward towards the bed, straining her arms to the limit.

"Ow, ow, Jim please, please, mmmpphhhhh! Nnnnn! NNNN!!" Suzette tried to keep screaming through the wad of cloth Jim had stuffed into her mouth and secured with another short piece of rope. She was insane with fear. He had never treated her so roughly before.

Jim unbuttoned Suzette's blouse and unhooked her bra. Her ample breast spilled out to hang down from her body. She contorted in pain when he twisted her nipples and squeezed her tits. Then Jim unzipped Suzette's skirt, only to find that, tied as she was, he couldn't get it off of her. He settled for ripping the garment off, throwing it against the wall in frustration. Her skimpy thong underpants were ripped away too, and Suzette's naked ass was presented to the air, with her pussy enticingly visible beneath her wide-spread legs.

Trembling all over with excitement, lust and residual anger, Jim stepped back to admire his bound beauty. He grabbed his video camera from the dresser where it had been capturing the entire scene and circled around Suzette, making sure she saw what he was doing - increasing her humiliation. She shook her head back and forth in disbelief that her husband was being so cruel. Jim took delight in pushing her off balance and then filming her breasts swaying wildly back and forth as she struggled to get her weight back onto her toes.

With the camera back on the dresser, directly behind Suzette, Jim stood to one side of her. "Have you learned your lesson, bitch? Have you?"

"Yyyyy! Yyyyy!" Suzette wagged her head up and down vehemently, setting her boobs swaying and bouncing and increasing the pain in her arms. "Yyyy!

"I don't think so. I think you need to be punished. I think you need to know what happens to bad little girls when they lie and do naughty things."

"Nnn, nnn!" Suzette shook her head wildly.

Slap! A stinging blow left a clear impression of Jim's hand on Suzette's ass.

"NNNNN! NNNNN!"

Slap! The second smack sent Suzette writhing. The true meaning of her helpless position came crashing down on her as the stinging pain spread outwards from her flaming ass. She understood that her husband was out of control, that he could do anything to her - anything at all. Her arms strained upwards over her bent frame. Her legs ached from being pulled so wide apart and from supporting her weight on her tip toes. Why was he doing this? Why was he terrorizing her and humiliating her? Why? "NNNNNNN!!!" she screamed as he spanked her ass and sent her weaving about, her tits flopping in the cold air. Her helplessness was totally horrifying.

"That's what you need. Naughty girls need to be spanked. They need to be taught a lesson." Jim was out of his head with lust and anger. Slap! he spanked his beautiful wife again as she screamed through her gag. Slap! Every square inch of Suzette's ass was bright scarlet. Every time he slapped her, her breasts swung wildly and she grimaced in pain. Tears flowed down her cheeks.

Jim's dick was out of his pants. He got close behind Suzette and rubbed the head of his cock through her swollen pussy lips. She was sopping wet. What a whore, he thought. She's excited from being spanked. He slapped her again and she screamed, but before she could even begin to recover he rammed his dick into her pussy. He closed his eyes, unable to keep from thinking about Annie as he raped his pretty wife, clutching her hips in his large hands and thrusting into her as deeply and violently as he could. He pulled out of her and slapped her again, renewing the white-hot hand print on her butt, then went back to fucking her brutally. He yelled at her non-stop as he fucked her, out of his mind. Then he pulled out and slapped her one more time before he rammed into her and his balls erupted into her womb. Jim screamed as he came inside his pretty wife, thinking only about how much he wanted to empty his hot load deep inside his little daughter.

When Jim was done, he pulled his deflating dick from Suzette's pussy and backed off to look at her. She had passed out from the hard use of her young body. But Jim felt no satisfaction, no release from his inner torments. He was still angry, upset and confused. Raping and punishing Suzette hadn't helped. He felt just as awful as before. It was horrible. Jim had to find a way to assuage his terrible emotions. He needed revenge!

Jim Turner needed to find Cindy Lake. Cindy Lake needed to pay.

Thursday, April 13, 1:20 PM, Harding Middle School.

"Your turn Cindy. You need to do this now. I'm sure you can." Mrs. Watkins, the Harding gym teacher, smiled reassuringly at Cindy. It was Cindy's turn to jump up to the pull-up bar and show that she could do five pull-ups, the minimum requirement for passing the physical fitness test.

But the bar was so high. The other girls could all jump up, or even just reach up and grab the bar, but Cindy couldn't do it. She heard Linda Simms and her awful friends snicker loudly the first time she jumped, missing the bar entirely. She tried again and one of the girls loudly whispered, "shrimp." Cindy stopped trying and looked down at her feet, wishing she were invisible.

"Come on Cindy, you've got to try," Mrs. Watkins encouraged. "David, give Cindy a hand up onto the bar."

Oh God, David. Cindy tensed all over as she sensed David move up behind her. She couldn't look, but she felt his strong hands on her waist and then he easily lifted her small body up towards the bar. She was trembling at the feel of his touch, even through her bulky sweatshirt. Cindy grabbed at the bar, but her sweaty palms and weak hands had trouble getting a grip. David let go of her before she had a good hold on the bar and she slipped, falling. Cindy screamed as she felt herself start to fall, even though she was only ten inches off the ground. But David caught her in his strong arms, like a baby, and Cindy instinctively threw her arms around his neck.

Cindy found herself looking up into David's beautiful blue eyes. She was in his arms. She could smell the wonderful musk of his manly body and feel the strength in his muscles. The whole world went away and there was just David, her David, smiling down at her. She willed him to kiss her as she craned her face towards his, puckering her lips in an unmistakable invitation.

"Christ almighty, girl. It's just a pull-up bar. Grab it and do your pull-ups." David plopped Cindy down on the floor, quickly disentangling himself from her embrace.

Cindy heard the giggles and whispers all around her. She turned bright red with embarrassment. Everyone had seen her trying to get David to kiss her. It was awful. She wanted to run from the gym and hide. Oh why did she have to be so in love with a boy who didn't even know her name?

David lifted Cindy a second time and held her until she had a good grip. She struggled as hard as she could, but she could only manage two pull-ups, piling more humiliation onto her mortification. To make matters worse, she was tearing up, trying desperately to keep from openly crying in front of David and the other girls.

"It's okay, Cindy," Mrs Watkins said with a bit of a sigh. "Maybe you'll get it next time."

Cindy walked dejectedly back to the group of onlookers, only to see Linda Simms making a pouty kissing face at her before bursting into giggles along with her posse. Worse yet, Cindy looked back over her shoulder at David. He was looking in her direction, but his gaze went straight through her, as if she was invisible. He didn't even recognize that she existed.

"All right, ladies, let's move on to the rope climbing station. Hopefully everyone can make it to the top of the rope this time." Mrs Watkins didn't even realized that she looked at Cindy as she sighed.

Thursday, April 13, 2:45 PM, The Freedmont Office building.

Every two hours Jim Turner got to take a fifteen minute break from his security rounds. Today he had to make the best of his brief time off. There was a lot to do. He had a plan, but organizing things wasn't his strong suit. He was stressed out, but determined, when he dialed the number he'd gotten out of Suzette's purse.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this the Lake residence?"

"Uh, yes, may I help you?" Cindy Lake's mother had a kind but distracted voice.

"Hello, yes, my name is Turner, Jim Turner. I'm calling to ask if Cindy can babysit for my daughter, tomorrow night."

"Oh, I see, well, Cindy's not here right now. She's still at school Mr. Turner. I'm afraid you'll have to talk to her later this evening."

"Wait, Mrs. Lake, this is an emergency, please. I'm desperate. I need Cindy to babysit my Annie, she's the only one who can do it. Please. Couldn't you just check and see if she's available. I'm really sorry, but I'm so desperate."

"Well, Mr. Turner, let me see. Cindy puts her babysitting appointments on the calendar here, let me see, yes, yes, it looks like she is free tomorrow night. I guess I could pencil you in, since you say it's an emergency. Does she have your address?"

"Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Lake. You've saved me. That's wonderful. And yes, she's got the address - um, just tell her Suzette Turner, then she'll know for sure. Please, please ask Cindy to be here by eight-thirty. You're such a help Mrs. Lake, my wife and I can't thank you enough."

Jim hung up the phone and used a short pencil to cross the first task off the list he'd written on the back of an envelope. Number One: Call Cindy Lake's house - arrange babysitting, Friday night. Number Two: Call Jerry - borrow Jocko. Number Three: Get four cameras from the storage room. With luck, he'd get all three tasks done before he headed home for the evening. With Friday off, he'd have a whole day to get everything ready.

Read on for Chapter Four.

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