CALL ME BOB

BY CORNER GHOST
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[ part 8 ]

Charlene came running, naked, from the bathroom. A towel was wrapped around her shoulders but did nothing to hide her legs and thighs. I had the lotion bottle in my hand and handed it to her, she looked at it for a moment and then handed it back to me.

“You’d better do it Uncle Bob, I can’t reach everywhere.” She said – well it was reasonable I supposed.

“But Charly I’ve only got one hand I can use I wouldn’t be able to press down enough without holding you.” I said.

“That’s okay, I’ll lie down on the bed and then you can rub it on!” She said and dropped the towel and threw herself onto my bed. I managed to get Charly to put the towel under her and caught the smile as she realised that she’d won.

I manoeuvred the lotion bottle so that a generous dollop was in my free hand, I started rubbing the lotion into both shoulders, a small yelp sounding from her lips, but soon she started to relax as it took effect.

I then brought my hand down to the small of her back - she jumped as I arrived there, the bruising wasn’t so bad here and with another generous helping of lotion I was ready to tackle her backside and upper thighs. I cursed the cast on my arm and I looked forward to the day it could be removed.

I pushed the lotion over the swell of her rump, watching it run into the split channel that defined her backside and tried to follow the trickle of lotion as it ran down the split and below, as I did this she moved slightly and I found my fingers rubbing her pussy, causing her to giggle.

I pulled away from her, apologising, and then I worked away at her legs. Once satisfied that the lotion had been absorbed into her back and legs I stepped back. “Alright Charly, that’s it, now bedtime.” I said but she turned over and shook her head.

“Oh no, you’ve still got this side to do!” She said displaying the bruising on her front, she spread her legs smiling at me. I sighed . . . the things I had to do!

“Oh Uncle that feels so nice.” She said to me as I carefully rubbed her small breasts, noting how more erect they became as I massaged her, she had a smile on her face as she watched me, her smile encouraging me. I reluctantly moved on, going over the large bruise on her midriff. I needed more lotion to deal with this.

I spread the lotion on her stomach and then I had to rub it down to her pussy, I was gentle going over the blue/black area that defined her stomach and heard her gasp in pain as I did so, thankfully after a few minutes she sighed and relaxed again so I moved on, following some lotion that had headed to her hairless pussy, this time she gasped for a different reason and started to move her hips, counter pointing the rhythm of my rubbing, I decided to allow her to enjoy herself.

“Uncle I feel . . . feel so . . . so . . . strange. I . . . think . . . think . . .” She couldn’t finish as her first orgasm, that I had helped her with, made itself felt.

“It’s alright Charly, just enjoy it while I finish your legs.” I said grinning and then matching my actions to my words, making sure that I covered her legs and that the lotion had been thoroughly absorbed.

I left Charlene to rest while I locked up the house, I used the toilet and washed my hands, quite difficult but I’ve managed to do this alright by now. I got undressed and put on the boxers that I’d prepared for the night.

I returned to the bedroom carrying Charlene’s nightdress and underwear, I looked at her curled up on her side and sleeping, I couldn’t bring myself to wake her just to put on her nightdress. I covered her with a sheet and blankets – as it was a cool night. I got under the blanket but made sure I was on the sheet.

I closed my eyes.

“Now teddy that wasn’t nice of you! Kiss dolly and tell her you’re sorry!” The girl in front of me was saying. I recognised the voice but couldn’t see her face as her back was to me. . . . To tell you the truth it wasn’t the strangest thing I’d ever heard before, but as I watched the fur dressed teddy bear wobbled to its feet and, stiff leggedly, walked to where the Barbie doll was lying on its side. He (I think it was a he?) reached out to her and, somehow, helped her to her feet.

“I’m sorry Miss Barbie, but I didn’t mean to knock you over.” The bear said in a gruff voice (what else!)

“Why I do declare Mr. Roosevelt, you do not know your own strength.” The accent was of the mid-south.

I gave a laugh which drew the attention of both Miss Barbie and Mr. Roosevelt they turned, along with the girl who had her back to me.

“Uncle Bob! What are you doing here?” Charlene asked me looking surprised.

“Just making sure you’re okay Charly.” I said

“I’d be fine if it wasn’t for that!” Charlene said pointing to a cage several feet away. I could see her ‘mother’ was in it, rattling the bars in an effort to escape.

“Why Mrs. Joylett, how nice to see you like this.” I said in a happy tone.

‘Let me out of this cage and I’ll show you what happens to those who try to cross me.’ The woman said,

I shook my head and glared at her – this wasn’t just a dream character this was the real person! Alive in Charlene’s mind? – ‘No way! You just don’t realise where you are, do you?’ I asked her mentally.

‘It doesn’t fucking well matter! Once I’m out of here you’ll wish you’d never been born!’ She said and then screamed as the bars seemed to burst into flames.

“Agatha? Is that you? Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you?” The voice came from below the ground. Agatha Joylett went pale and started to shake her head.

‘No . . . it can’t be . . . it just can’t be!’ Agatha said and grabbed hold of the bars in an effort to shake them open, screaming again as the burning flames seared her skin. I looked back to where Charlene was sitting playing with the teddy bear and Barbie doll, apparently oblivious to the drama just a few yards away from her.

“There you are Agatha. Here let me help you!” The voice came again and I noticed chains were now surrounding the cage, but they seemed to vanish underground. “We have a lovely room waiting for you, nice and warm.” And a diabolical laugh seemed to boom around the area.

“I’m dreaming, I’ve got to wake up, this is all a dream. IT HAS TO BE A DREAM!” Agatha started to scream out.

I shook my head, ‘No Agatha, it might have started off that way . . . but now I think this is real, you may be sleeping in your prison cell, but just think what happens if you die in your dreams.’ I said and turned my back on her, still listening to her scream as the cage was pulled deeper and deeper into the ground. Finally shutting off as the green field swallowed her up.

Charlene looked up at me and smiled, “I’m glad she’s gone Uncle Bob, I don’t think she was a nice person at all.” She said and then offered me a cup of tea.

I sipped at the drink - it even had sugar in it! – I shook my head, “No Charly I don’t think she was either. But I don’t think she’s going to trouble you again although it might cause problems in the real world.” I told her

Charlene giggled, “But this is the real world. Isn’t it?” She asked me suddenly concerned.

“Not really Charly, this is just a hiding place in your mind, somewhere to go and to be at peace in. Just relax here and I’ll return to let you know when it’s time to wake up.” I said to her, I realised that I needed to see what had happened outside.

“Hey Sergeant! Sergeant! There’s something wrong with Joylett in cell 5! She’s gone completely silent!” The WPC was talking to the custody sergeant.

He sighed, “You mean she’s sleeping?” He asked, ever since Joylett had been brought in she’d been complaining and making various threats.

“No Sarge! She’s just standing there, staring straight ahead. I think she’s ill. Shouldn’t we get the FME to check on her?”

The custody sergeant considered this, sometimes the prisoners would try to feign illnesses in the hopes of better treatment – but the WPC had also seen the same thing? The Sergeant sighed again and reached for the phone.

By the time I ‘arrived’ the Doctor was examining Mrs. Joylett. “Hmm, I don’t understand this . . . completely catatonic.” He raised her arm and released it, it remained in position. He walked behind her did something and then he clapped his hands. He looked at the sergeant and the WPC and shook his head. “I think she needs more treatment than I can give her. I’ll need to arrange for an ambulance.”

“She couldn’t be faking this Doc?” The sergeant asked.

The doctor held up a needle he’d carried. “No, she didn’t react when I dug this into her, either she has great control over her body . . . or she’s completely gone!” He said.

“Strewth! So what can we do Doc?” The sergeant was scratching his head.

But the Doctor shook his head, “Nothing! She’ll have to be in hospital for observation . . . but I don’t know . . . she might snap out of it.” He added and then said, “But I don’t think she will.”

I thought of entering her body to see what was happening to her but found myself blocked, it was as if she was wearing a rain-coat, and I was the rain! I couldn’t even touch her, but I did get a feeling of heat radiating from her as if she was burning up.

I wandered away from the police station just as an ambulance pulled up to the doors.

I found myself outside the church again – how did I get here? I went inside, the priest was holding a late service, very late! He was the only one there! I ‘sat’ down in a pew and relaxed.

“Are you lost my son?” The priest was standing beside me, I looked at him and noticed that his eyes were milky white . . . he was blind.

“No father, only in my thoughts.” I said without thinking.

“Ah yes, I suppose that is the best place to be lost, at least you know where you are.” He said giving a smile. “I must admit I didn’t hear you come in?” He made it a question.

“I’m very quiet at the moment. Tell me father how did you know I was here?” I had to ask.

“You’d be surprised my son, but you said you were lost in your thoughts, do you want to share them?” He said and sat down beside me.

So I found myself talking to this blind priest about life in general and the two people who had faced their justice . . . “I don’t understand father why isn’t anything done about such people, how could that Minister Jackson be allowed to practice his type of religion which involves thrashing young children? Or that woman to beat her step-child?” I finished.

“But my son you have seen that they receive their due, I know about Minister Jackson, but it needed someone to show the world what he was like, it was a pity that Michael had to be hurt before you could get there . . .” He said and I found myself nodding in agreement, “But you saw how Agatha was drawn into purgatory, she’ll have an eternity to repent before she can receive the grace of god.” He finished and looked up.

“And what about her child? Who’s going to take care of her?” I asked.

He turned his face to me, “But Robert Wilson who else would look after her! You wanted responsibility, this was the best way to show you.”

“But it isn’t . . . hold on I never told you my name.” I said, “And I didn’t mention either Michael’s or Agatha’s name!”

“No, you didn’t! . . . Why don’t you ponder on that when you wake up!” He said and everything went dark.

The buzz of the alarm woke me up – I never got any real sleep, at least not since the accident – then I realised that there was a warm arm across my stomach. I quickly turned off the alarm . . . why did I set it in the first place? . . . Simple I didn’t!

I then started to move but found that not only was Charlene’s arm over me, so was her leg. I could feel the heat of her body as she clung to me, I shook her but she didn’t wake up.

I started to get worried. What was wrong with her? I got up and pulled the covers off of her. She seemed to be breathing normally; there was nothing wrong with her colour, apart from the bruises. So what? . . . Of course!

I closed my eyes and moved forward into Charlene’s mind. I was back in the field, Mr. Roosevelt and Miss Barbie were playing and Charlene was watching them, she turned as I approached.

“Hello Uncle Bob, is it time to return?” She asked me and stood up.

I held her hand and kissed her, “Yes Charly, it’s time to get ready for school.” I told her.

“O.K. Uncle Bob, just let me say bye to my friends.” She pulled away from me and ran to the teddy bear and dolly. They looked to me and waved, I waved back – then Charlene seemed to vanish. The two toys dropped to the ground and then the sun seemed to set, very quickly.

I took a step back and opened my eyes, Charlene was looking at me closely. “Good morning Uncle Bob, did you have a strange dream last night?” She asked me.

I decided to play it safe, “I did Charlene, I dreamt I was eating a large marshmallow . . . by the way have you seen my pillow?” I said which made her laugh.

“Silly it’s just behind you!” She said pointing.

“Oh thank goodness for that, now I’ve got to dress, why don’t you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth while I do that, alright?” I said to her. She nodded and quickly ran off, I watched her naked bum as she entered the bathroom. The way each cheek rhythmically rose and fell in counterpoint to each other. It was a sight that I smiled at.

I realised that I hadn’t given myself time to just stop and stare, I quickly changed my boxers and put on a formal shirt, a tight squeeze over my cast but done. Socks and trousers and then . . . no, I went without a tie, couldn’t make a knot if I tried at the moment, no the last item was my shoes, which I slipped on.

Then Charlene came back into the bedroom wearing only a smile. “Oh! You’re dressed . . . I was hoping to watch you.” She said, with a pout on her face.

“You’ll have to wait until the class . . . or tonight. Now get dressed for school, you’ve got clothes in your bedroom.” I said to her. She smiled and ran into the bedroom I’d given her.

As Charlene dressed I went downstairs and made breakfast – cereal I’m sorry to say, nothing more than that.

But again Charlene surprised me by really digging into the food – her bowl was cleared before mine was even touched! I offered her some more and, although her eyes lit up, she shook her head.

“No thank you Uncle Bob, mummy told me not to be greedy.” She said softly.

“Charly? Is your mother here?” I asked her while looking around. She looked around as well and then shook her head smiling, “I won’t tell her if you won’t” I said while filling her bowl and adding milk and sugar.

“Thank you Uncle Bob.” She said and picked up her spoon. While she was demolishing the food she looked up at me, “Uncle Bob? Are you going to do more of that naked stuff today?” She asked me.

I nodded “Well, yes Charly, it’s going to be in the afternoon. Why? Does it scare you?” I asked her.

She shook her head, “Oh no uncle Bob, it’s just that I was taken to Mrs. Johnston’s office and I missed out on the fun!” She said.

“Well, you’ll see April today, she’s being punished.” I said smiling, “In fact you’ll see quite a lot of April.” I added

“That sounds cool!” Charlene said, and I did wonder what the weather had in store for us today.

I returned to school with Charlene, we stopped off at Jackie’s office. Jackie smiled at us and then took charge of Charlene.

“How are you feeling today Charlene? Did Mr. Wilson take care of you correctly?” She asked.

“Oh yes! He made sure I had the lotion after my bath, and then I went to sleep. I don’t think anything else happened until I woke this morning.” She said, Jackie looked at me

“That’s all that did happen . . . I was so tired that as soon as I put her to bed I fell asleep as well.” I said Charlene gave a little giggle at that which made Jackie look closely at the pair of us. Then she shook her head.

“Well I can see that Charlene is happier this morning and there is no sign of additional trauma so there’s no reason to stop you from looking after her again tonight.” She said formally – without any need for me to interfere with her mind.

Jackie then looked at my cast, “How soon before you have it off?” She asked me.

I pretended not to understand. “I beg your pardon? What type of question is that?” I said sounding shocked.

“You cast Bob, when are they removing it?” She said in an exasperated tone.

“Oh that! I’ve an appointment in a couple of days, so I should be almost mobile by the end of the week, anything else?” I said brightly.

“Well I’m afraid Michael won’t be in class today.” Jackie said.

“Why? Is he sick?” I asked trying to sound concerned.

“Not as such.” Jackie said and looked at Charlene who was looking at both of us.

“Charly why don’t you go and play until it’s time for class?” I said, and the young girl nodded her head, got up and walked out through the door. “Now what was it I couldn’t let her hear?” I asked.

Jackie lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level, “Michael’s in hospital. It seems he was assaulted last night.” She said.

“How badly is he hurt? And did they catch those responsible?” I asked her . . . I wasn’t supposed to know anything about the events of last night.

“It was just one man, it seems he used a cane on Michael for something or another. The police caught the man, he tried to attack two policemen, he must have been mad. The surprising thing is he’s supposed to be some kind of pastor or something like that, anyway Michael is hurt abut not seriously. His mother and sister were kept in for observation but they were released this morning. It was the mother who phoned the headmaster this morning to let us know, but I was only allowed to tell you.” She finished.

I took time answering her and I tried to get the right level of concern into my voice, “You don’t think it was the afternoon lesson that caused this?” I asked her.

Jackie shook her head, “I don’t, I mean everyone knew what was being taught, so there’s not real comeback on that is there?” She said which made me smile slightly.

“Well there is one thing . . . but no! . . . I don’t think you’d . . . never mind!” I said looking ashamed and shaking my head.

“What? If there is anything I can do to help?” She said falling into my trap.

“Well, you see . . . the children were asking . . . No, it’s too much you’d never agree to do it!” I said and went to leave.

“Of course I’ll do it, whatever it is. You know I like to help the children in their school work.” Jackie said.

“Very well, if you’ll come to Wednesday’s afternoon lesson, I’ll be showing the children the difference between grown men and women, and we needed a female model to show them.” I said, “Just think of it as being an artist’s model and you’ll get on fine.” I said leaving the room, just before Jackie realised what she’d let herself in for.