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HITCHHIKER [ part 13 ] I couldn’t move! I was frozen in my bed, beside me the naked form of Amanda was stirring. In my mind I was hearing the howling as they arrived to castrate me and then rip my body to pieces. I literally went cold as I watched this Valkyrie approach me. Her face a mask of fury. I felt movement on the bed and then “MUMMY!” as Amanda sprung from behind me, “You’re here! Daddy John’s been so good to me!” She wrapped her arms around Janet’s waist. Janet’s mask cracked and she hugged her daughter. “Oh Amanda I have missed you.” She held her daughter at arms length, “Let me look at you.” She turned her daughter and critically checked the young girl’s body, and then she looked at me and smiled. “I’m sorry John, when I saw Amanda sleeping so peacefully next to you I just couldn’t help it. I do thank you John, for taking care of my daughter, I don’t think she could have found anyone better.” She shook her head, “You can breathe you know.” She added laughing. I exhaled and then looked around the room, “Are you sure it’s safe?” I asked, making my voice tremble. I could see, now, that Janet wasn’t angry, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. Amanda jumped up onto the bed. “Oh come on daddy John! Mummy’s only fooling with you, she knows you’re okay or she wouldn’t have let me stay here.” She took my hand and started to pull me from the bed. “But I’m naked under here Amanda.” I hissed to her. “So? Do you think mummy’s never seen a naked man before?” Amanda asked me with a grin on her face. “She’s never seen me before!” I stated defensively. “Oh! Are you different from other men?” Janet asked while arching her eyebrows at me. My reply was cut short as Amanda pulled the bedclothes off from me, leaving me lying on the bed nude. Janet just shook her head, “All that fuss over such a little thing!” She said smiling. “Well it might be little to you, but it means a lot to me.” I said which made her laugh out loud. “Do you watch the Carry-On films?” I asked her, I’d recognised the line she’d given. “I’ve seen quite a few.” She confided, “But if you’re feeling uncomfortable. . .” She said and before I could say anything she began to undress. Amanda sat on the bed with me watching. Janet stood before me and posed for me, I was just sitting with my mouth open; Amanda was sitting with me but giggling. Janet shook her head at me, “So you’re practising to be a fly catcher?” She asked me and then looked down at my crotch, “Well at least part of you is please to see me.” “I can’t help it, I’m sitting her with two lovely ladies . . . and I daren’t touch either of you as I want to.” I said Janet sat beside me slowly shaking her head, “John you don’t understand us do you?” She nodded to her daughter and then said, “Amanda why haven’t you satisfied John as you would do with your father?” Amanda shook her head. “He didn’t ask me to mother, and anyway he’s still waiting for his own daughter to be happy first. It wouldn’t have been right for me to do anything, it’s all I can do to sleep with him, I have to wait until he’s nice and drowsy before I can get into the bed . . . and then he never notices me until the morning.” This wasn’t my morning! I was back in fly-catching mode! Janet took pity on me, “Amanda was quite young, just over seven, when she handed me her pendant – it’s a declaration that she felt that she was ready for sex. But I only allowed her to use her mouth on pre-teenagers.” I shook my head, “Janet I don’t understand why you’re telling me all that, it’s illegal for children to be involved in sex!” My mind was spinning here Janet was talking about things that I’d be accused of, Janet noticed a certain motion and took Amanda’s hand. “I see, you’ve found one darling. And you’re right we are going to have to help him.” She said softly to her daughter. Mother and daughter got off the bed and went to the door, Janet picking up her clothes as she went, “John, I’ll see you downstairs in 15 minutes for breakfast . . . We have a church service to attend.” She exited the room with Amanda following her, I just sat there not moving, the past few minutes were going through my head . . . and then I looked up at the door. Church service? I’d hadn’t been to church since my wedding, and look how that turned out! ---- I arrived downstairs, having shaved and washed and dressed – in Jeans and tee-shirt. Janet looked and me and shook her head. “No John, Sunday best dress. There is a reason for this.” She added. And so I came back down a few minutes later, wearing dark trouser and a jacket, Amanda looked at me and nodded, “Much better!” She said. I looked at her and she was wearing a dark suit like dress, while I was watching she quickly raised up the skirt and revealed . . . no underwear, she smiled at me and placed a finger to her lips and nodded to her mother. I smiled back at her and presented myself to Janet how nodded her approval, “Much better, now I don’t know if you like pancakes for breakfast but I’ve done some anyway, and Amanda’s cooked the bacon and sausage for us.” I looked at Amanda who smiled. “You didn’t ask if I could help in the meals, but mummy always made sure I was able to cook.” She said softly. “Why?” I asked her, trying to sort out things in my mind. “You mean why did I learn to cook? Well it’s always better to be able to cook.” Amanda said not understanding my question. “No, I mean why were you prepared to offer sex? To a person you didn’t know?” There I had managed to say it without sounding like a prude! “Oh that! Well several girls at school said how nice it was; although Rachael said it hurt her when she tried it. So I talked it over with mummy.” Amanda said simply. “John you must understand that in our society we allow our children to experiment with sexual things, we never force them to do anything – in fact we have rather strict rules about such things, All children have a pendant that they wear, it indicates that they are not to be touched. It is their decision when they want to remove it, but they do have to discuss this with their family.” Janet told me while putting the plates on the table. “Except daddy wasn’t at home anymore, he’d left when mummy had said I wanted to talk.” Amanda said sadly. Janet hugged her daughter and then looked at me, “David didn’t really understand us, I mean the town. He was raised in Salt Lake City and, although the Mormons were more towards Polygamy and taking wives at a young age, it appears the practice of allowing children to engage in sexual activities.” She looked at me, “he said, ‘Children should be better controlled than that!’ as if it would change anything!” She added with a snort. “So you think that children know when they want to take part in sex?” I asked her casually, spearing a pancake with my fork. Janet nodded her head, “Well I know I did, but I allowed my parents to decide who should be my first . . . I always did have a thing for older men.” She finished with a small smile of remembrance on her lips. ---- I didn’t pursue the matter but concentrated on the breakfast, it was unusual to have pancakes with bacon and sausage meat, but Janet and Amanda seemed to thrive on it. After breakfast was completed Janet looked at her daughter, “I hope you did dress correctly this time! Remember how Father Taylor almost choked when you attended lessons and flashed him?” Amanda giggled and nodded her head, but Janet didn’t take her word for it and suddenly grabbed hold of her daughter and pushed her hand up the skirt. “But mummy who’s going to look there?” Amanda protested. “That doesn’t matter, you were told to dress properly, you have disobeyed me, you do realise what that means?” Janet asked her daughter. Amanda dropped her head, “Yes mummy.” She said softly, but I could see her eyes were sparkling when she raised her head. “Well we’ll see to that when we get back.” Janet said, putting the dishes to soak. She looked at the clock and then gestured to us both. “Well we’d better be going; Sonja’s driving us to the church.” We left the house, which I was careful to lock up, I saw the curtain twitch in a couple of the houses, but ignored them. We got into the waiting car, Janet sat in the front with Amanda and myself in the back, “Good morning Sonja, I see you put my key to good use.” I said to the driver. “Mrs. Jones asked if I could get one for her, I didn’t think you’d needed to know why.” She said flatly. “I suppose not, I mean Amanda was your concern, not me.” I said smiling to show that I didn’t really mind. She gave a brief smile, “I’m glad you understand, it amazing how many people don’t.” Janet gave a cough to remind Sonja why we were there. Sonja started the car and drove away. ---- We went to the other side of town, I knew there were churches closer but for some reason Janet didn’t want to go to them. We pulled up away from the church. “I don’t want to be obvious!” Janet said as she got out of the car, I also disembarked and went round to open Amanda’s door. Amanda giggled as she turned to get out of the car, and I saw a flash of flesh as her legs parted to show that she still had left her underwear off. Amanda held onto my hand and reached to Janet for hers positioning herself between myself and her mother, she started to swing – as any nine year-old would do – and then settled for skipping along with us. Once we were inside the church Janet sat in a pew at the back of the church – there was plenty of room nearer the front but she didn’t move any further, Amanda and I sat with her. The church, as I said was sparsely attended, and after a few minutes of the sermon I could understand why, but then Janet began to speak softly. “Isn’t it amazing the people who attend church nowadays, I mean look at that couple with the young girl in the front. I think they are there just out of appearance sake; they don’t want to be here either.” I looked towards where she was pointing, an older man with greying hair was looking at the vicar in the pulpit with such a hawk like stare that I think the poor vicar was scared of him, beside him was. . . Diana! I looked again, yes it was! How could she have even set foot in this church without alarms ringing I don’t know. But if Diana was there then the young girl could only be . . . Wendy! She had changed, of course she had! It had been so long ago that I’d seen her. I went to get up but Janet was ready for me. “No, now is not the time!” She said, I must admit I didn’t know what she meant by that. For the rest of the service I kept my eyes on my daughter, then when the service ended I watched as my wife and her partner rose from their seat, Wendy slowly got up as well. My wife took Wendy’s hand and started to walk towards the exit, I notice that Wendy tried to keep away from that man, almost as if she didn’t want him to touch her. Janet waited until everyone else had left before she rose, “Wasn’t that interesting.” She said and led us out where the vicar was standing saying goodbye to his victi. . . parishioners. “That was a lovely sermon Reverend. I do hope you don’t mind a visiting American being in your church.” Janet said gushingly. “Oh not at all madam, we welcome everyone in the church.” The vicar said smiling; he patted Amanda on the head and shook my hand, “Are you staying in England long?” He asked. “I’m afraid not, but I wanted my husband to attend at least one service while we’re here.” Janet said smiling sweetly at me. My thoughts were slightly darker. |