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From: wanderinglanes@aol.com (Wandering lanes)
Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - 13 (MF, g, descriptive sex, slow)
Date: Mon,  3 Sep 2001 23:10:04 -0400
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THE GIRL WITH A BICYCLE - PART 13
 By Wandering Lanes.

Story codes (MF, g, descriptive sex, slow)

I awoke in another full bed, Becky and Kylie squashed between Sharon and
myself, I looked at the clock, Seven O'clock - I didn't feel tired, so I inched
myself off the bed in order not to disturb the brood within.

I did the normal ablutions and was shaved by half-past seven, dressed and went
downstairs. There was no movement from upstairs, I made a single cup of tea,
and sat in the living room, with the sun shining through the window.

A noise from the doorway revealed Becky, still wearing her knickers with the
white pad showing.

"Watcher doing down here Mr. Mike," then she smiled, "There's plenty of room in
the bed you know!"

I smiled at her, "Yes I know, but there is more to life than sex you know." 

She shook her head, "Not from what Darren knew. Oh Mr. Mike, you don't know
what those people were like, I mean Nancy was nice, and so was Maria, but I
don't like that Dave person!" 

I had to look at her, "Who's Nancy and Dave? I thought Maria was only going to
have a quick talk with your parents. I didn't think anything else was going to
happen"

Becky sat on my lap - Here I was fully dressed with a almost naked young girl
sitting on my lap - She started to tell me what had happened that afternoon. .
. . .

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

When Maria and I had finished our conversation, she left me to walk to Sharon's
house, and she went to Becky and her colleague.

Maria and her colleague entered the house with Becky - they found Mr. and Mrs.
Smith waiting for them. Becky's mother opened her mouth.

"Well, Rebecca, was it worth the trouble you caused?" Maria answered for Becky,

"Mrs. Smith you should know that your son Darren has confessed to breaking into
your daughter's room on Wednesday night,

"No, that's not right, we spoke to Darren, he said that he was forced into
giving that statement, so its not true, it isn't true, it can't be true." As
her father held onto his wife Maria spoke again.

"Mrs. Smith, I know it's hard for you to understand, but Darren did break into
the bedroom where the girls were sleeping," the crying mother answered.

"He thought there was a fire in the room, that's what he told us."

"And the statement of the officers who arrested Darren,"

"Oh that was a pack of lies, Darren would never get drunk while looking after
children." 

"Here is a copy of the blood alcohol level taken when Darren was brought into
the station." Maria showed the paper to Becky's parents, the name on the top
Darren Smith and the breakdown of values. Mr. Smith went into the kitchen and
looked in the refrigerator, he slowly returned to the group.

"5 cans, there are 5 cans of beer gone, I haven't been near the fridge since
Darren was taken.  HE'S DRUNK 5 BLOODY CANS OF MY BEER!"  Becky spoke up

"He normally replaces them the next day, so that you won't notice, he's been
doing that for the past year, he thought as long as you didn't know he'd be
safe," Her father looked at her, 

"Why didn't you tell me?" She looked into his eyes.

"Because you would never believe me, like that time when Darren broke my
favourite china dog," 

Her mother spoke up, "No Dear, you broke it, don't you remember, you were
playing with it and it dropped from your hands. ." Becky looked at her,

"No, I couldn't find it, Darren had taken it from my room, I found it in his
room, he'd smashed the legs, he told me that if I spoke about it I would be
like the dog. Then he told you I'd accidentally broke it. You didn't even
listen to me when I tried to tell you."

"5 cans gone, I was looking forward to that beer! I'll bloody murder him when
he gets back."

"I don't want him back! I want him to GO AWAY FOREVER." Becky was in tears, 

Maria asked the question. "Becky, when you said 'spoke about it' what did you
mean?"

Her mother came in quickly "He didn't mean anything did he, love." Becky looked
into her mother's eyes.

"He meant I couldn't tell anyone about how he touched me, or hurt me. But he
knew that no one would believe me anyway. He just liked to torment me!" Her
mother was confused - 'torment' Darren? Never

"How . . . How do you mean, touched you, Darren would never touch you or hurt
you, he loved you, tried to keep an eye on you," She looked at Maria, "You
don't understand, he really does love Becky, he dotes on her!"

"Oh yes, like that time he came into my bedroom, held me down and put his cock
in me. That's how he dotes on me, I was his to play with, and you didn't care!
For almost 2 years he's been 'doting' on me, whenever you were out, and where
do you think he got the money? He stole it, he stole it from me, my toys were
the first to go, and then he stole from you, if you missed anything who got
blamed? I did. Not Darren, never Darren. I HATE DARREN, I'M GLAD HE'S LOCKED
UP, I HOPE WHAT HE DID TO ME HAPPENS TO HIM!" Becky bursts into tears while
saying this, her parents looked at each other then to Maria,

"B . . But we didn't know, we thought that Darren was looking after Rebecca, I
mean it's not the thing you think about is it, children having sex, it isn't
normal!" 

Maria answered - "Darren is sixteen, hardly a child, but as Becky is nine, she
is! And if this has been going on for two years then she was 7, how much did
she know of sex then?" Becky answered Maria's question.

"Nothing, and for the first 6 months it was a game Darren was playing with me,
except I didn't know the rules, and that was I had to suffer! He had fun! The
first few weeks were strange, then I tried to lock him out, what happened?" Her
father answered.

"That was when you nearly set light to the house, how you got the matches I'll
never..."

"Darren had the matches, he set light to my Barbie doll, put the box in my
hand, and then shouted for help. I got slapped and the key was taken from my
door, 'just so that I could be watched over'.  Whenever I tried to block the
door, Darren would say 'poor Barbie' " her mother was opened mouthed,

"Darren would never... I mean . . . Darren . . . No not Darren . . . Darren. .
" She looked as if she was in shock, Maria stepped in,

"I really think we should discuss this elsewhere - if you would come back with
me, I think there are some people you should talk to." From a preliminary talk
this was fast becoming a problem, this family needed to speak to a councillor
as quickly as possible, she reached for her phone, and dialled a number.

"Hi Nancy, Maria here, is Dave available, like now?  He is, good.  I'd like him
to talk to the Smiths for me.  Yes I do mean it.  There's a copy of the file on
my desk, can he look through it. Part classic, denial, refusal to accept, No,
no not the child, the parents!  But yes, if you can, good. 20 minutes be okay? 
Fine, see you" Maria looked at the family group, Husband and Wife holding each
other, their daughter in tears alone, she went to Becky and held her, then
looked at Becky's parents,

"If I could ask you to come with me, I think it would help you all if you talk
to someone I know, he's very good." And zombie like the family was herded into
the car.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

They arrived at the social services offices and were taken toward the
counselling suite, at this point Becky was separated from her parents by a
young woman who introduced herself as Nancy, she gently took Becky into a play
room there were walls on three sides, and a mirror along the fourth. She asked
Becky to make herself comfortable, and left the room. Becky looked into the
mirror, then went closer to it, closer, right up to it, she cupped her hand and
peered into the glass, smiled and went back to the chairs and sat down choosing
the chair with its back to the mirror.

When Nancy came back in she found Becky sitting in the interviewers chair, it
was set up like this so that the child could be videoed with the minimum of
fuss.

"Well, Becky, why don't you sit in that chair, it's a lot more comfortable that
that one", Becky turned to look at Nancy.

"No I'm very comfortable here, I like this chair." She said that with a smile,
Nancy looked at the notes again, there was a handwritten comment, in Maria
script 'Rebecca doesn't respond to untruths' - now you tell me! Thought Nancy.

"Becky, I have to be in that chair!" 

"Why?" - that word should never have been given to children.

"Because it's designed for people to ask questions, that chair there is to
allow children to be relaxed, it doesn't threaten anybody." Becky turned around
to face the mirror wall.

"Yes, but then the people in there can't see me if I'm in this seat!" Nancy
forgot herself and came out with,

"Of course they can't which is why you have to be seated over there, not here."
Becky smiled at Nancy, who realised that she'd actually told the truth to a
child. 

Becky said, "Okay then, I'll sit there." And moved into the other seat

Nancy, surprised at the easy win asked.  "Why did you agree to change chairs
just then?" 

Becky smiled,  "Because you told me the truth. I've decided that if people want
to lie to me, then I don't have to do what they say!" The logic in the
statement surprised Nancy - this isn't expected in one so young.

"Becky, what would you have done if I had lied?" The girl thought for a moment,
then smiled,

"I don't know - but it might have been fun finding out!" they both started to
laugh

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Becky's parents were taken to another office where they were introduced to Dr.
David Chase, 'call me Dave' he said, they sat down in front of his desk and the
session began.

"Doctor, err Dave, we don't understand, why is Rebecca telling these lies?" her
mother was distressed.

"Why do you think she's lying?" A standard ploy of psychologists - get the
patients to analyse themselves. 

"Well, in the past few years, she's be telling lies, at times we don't know why
she's doing it, can you help her?" Dave thought then said,

"Try asking another question - Why should she lie? Why are you so certain that
a, lets see yes, a seven year-old would start to tell lies?"

The mother started off quickly. "Well she started to be so clumsy, breaking
things, then not accepting what she'd done, trying to blame others! It got so
bad, that. We. Just. Stopped. Listening to her." Her words were starting to
register with her - she started to think. - Why did Rebecca start to break
things - her favourite doll - the china dog - other things always denying her
guilt, always blaming . . . Darren.

"Oh no, no it couldn't be! No, I can't believe that! No." her voice was
starting to rise, Dave started to calm her, as her husband looked on, all he
could say was,

"But 5 cans, that was my beer." This had hit him harder than the news of his
daughter's problems. His wife hit him,

"Don't keep on about your stupid beer, Darren's in trouble, don't you think
about your son!" he faced his wife,

"Yes, I do think about him, he stole 5 cans of my beer!" Dave stepped in with,

"We're missing the main problem, which is Rebecca." Dave looked at a monitor,
to see a young face peering through the glass at him! No at the camera, the
face withdraws and he watches the child sit down with her back to him, 'damn
we'll never be able to record her like that'.

"Rebecca? She's nothing, for the past two years she's been nothing but trouble,
I'm glad Darren's taken over the job of looking after her, we've had more fun
thanks to Darren, and then he steals my beer! Why would he do that?" - 'Okay
then try Darren'

"So Darren's been taking care of Rebecca?"  - Yes there was an innuendo there,
but neither of them understood it.

"Well, we're busy working, and it was easier to get Darren to look after
Rebecca, than paying for a babysitter."  - Dave asked another question,

"Didn't Darren complain, after all he's quite a bit older than Rebecca, surely
he'd much rather be with his friends," 

The mother replied, "Oh no, he didn't mind, Darren has always looked after
Rebecca." 

"And whenever Rebecca has blamed anyone, who has she named."

"Why, Darren, of course who else could she blame, of course Darren would always
tell us the truth."

"Your certain about that?" Dave looked back at the monitor, Nancy and Rebecca
was giggling away, and Rebecca was in full view, well done Nancy, it could be
difficult with kids.

"Well of course, why would Darren lie to us?" - Push it!

"Why wouldn't Darren lie? Did he have anything to hide from you?" The mother
shook her head, 

"Why was he trying to break down the door to Rebecca's bedroom?" Again the
mother answered the question,

"Oh he thought the girls had lit a fire, Rebecca had an accident with matches
once," this time the father spoke up,

"No, no she didn't! The matches were never in her reach, they were always on
the high shelf, but I didn't realise that before. - Darren must have lit the
fire." His wife looked at him, open mouthed.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

In the Children's room Nancy and Becky were relaxing in each other's company,
the handbook said 'win the child's confidence' but Becky wanted company and in
some empathic way Nancy could feel the need. She knew the video was running and
would record all action within the room.

"Becky, I have to ask you questions," Becky looked at her, the question was
visible in her eyes, "because we need to know how you've been treated, we want
to help you." Becky looked at her,

"How can you help me? It's too late for that!" Nancy looked into her eyes,
found the hurt flowing out from them, 

"It's too late to stop whatever has happened, that's true. But it's not too
late to prevent it from happening again." Becky looked harder at Nancy, then at
the mirrored wall,

"So you're telling me I never be touched like that again, you will be able to
stop that from ever happening again? Is that what you are saying?" The
questions this child was asking were too adult, Nancy was starting to feel out
of her depth.

"Becky. If I could wave a magic wand, to change your life, to give you the
childhood you deserved, I would. But I can't. I can't promise that you wouldn't
be attacked ever again, I can promise that what you tell me, can be used to
help you, and prevent Darren from ever being near you again." Becky looked at
her, assessing the answer.

"But, you can't say that it will? Can you?" Nancy dropped her eyes and shook
her head.

"I don't know the answer to that question, I don't think anyone does!" Becky
nodded her head.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Nancy looked up, tears shining in her eyes,

"Becky, can you excuse me, I have to get something." - Nancy was confused,
she'd never been affected like this - Not before the main interview, 'how did
the child do this to me?' She thought. She tried to stride normally to the
door.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Dave watched the monitor, while the parents were talking between themselves, he
watched Nancy and Rebecca talking, then Rebecca looked at the camera, not at
the wall but directly at the camera, then Nancy walked out of the room, this
wasn't part of the routine, The child should be shown the dolls first. What was
Nancy doing?

"Mr. And Mrs. Smith, I can see you want to talk about this among yourselves, if
you'll excuse me for a moment, and he left the two to themselves.

"Nancy, what are you doing?" Dave's voice, her head whipped round to look at
him,

"I'm sorry Dave, there's something about Becky - a sort of, I don't know, she's
got to me." Dave was incredulous, Nancy had been working in social services for
over three years, and she'd seen worst cases than Rebecca.

"Come on Nancy, remember she is only a case, find out what happened, when it
started and how long it's been going on, also any other people involved,
standard stuff!" - Get her focused on the normal routine - "I'll just have a
word with Rebecca," he started towards the door.

Nancy stopped him and said, "She doesn't like the name Rebecca, she prefers
Becky." He waved his hand in acknowledgement. And entered the room.

Becky looked round at the door as it opened, she was holding two dolls in her
hands, Dave recognized them, they were the anatomically correct dolls, used to
allow children to act out actions done to them.

"Hello Rebecca, I see you found Sam and Samantha." He saw her face close down -
She looked at him

"Nancy read my notes before speaking to me, why didn't you?" The abrupt
question stumped him - it was also not the question he was expecting.

He said, "I'm sorry. I've obviously said the wrong thing. What did I do that
was wrong?"

The young girl told him. "Only Darren calls be Rebecca, I don't want to be
reminded of him! My name is Becky" Dave nodded his understanding, 

Pointing to the dolls, Dave said "Alright Becky, I'm sorry, Now if I can I'd
like to talk about those dolls, we call them Sam and Samantha, but they could
be Darren and Reb.. I mean Becky." Becky looked hard at the dolls, but said
nothing, Dave continued "Now, try to picture the Becky doll at the age of, say
5 years old, how does the Darren doll act towards her?" Becky thought for a
moment, then put the hands of the dolls together, playing with them, Dave made
a note, 

"Okay Becky, now picture the doll Becky at the age of 6, how does the Darren
doll react to the Becky doll?" The playing dolls remained holding one hand
each, close but this time with a slight distance, Dave made another note, "Now
Becky the doll is aged 7, how does . . . " the male doll was thrown across the
room, Dave was surprised, the reactions were never normally this strong,

"Becky? Becky - why did you do that?" Becky looked at him, tears in her eyes, 

"Because I didn't want Darren to hurt her as he did me!" Dave picked up the
doll and brought it back to Becky,

"Okay Becky, here is the Sam doll, can you show me what happened on the first
time, remember this is Darren," He put the doll into Becky's right hand, then
pointed to the doll in her left hand, "and that is Becky"

Becky shook her head, "I don't want to do that, I don't want to remember it."
She looked up at Dave, "I want to talk to Nancy!"

Dave realised when he wasn't in control, normally he'd try to reassure the
child, it didn't take much, and they were easy to persuade, this one wasn't one
of those. He hated losing control.

He left Becky to play with the dolls and went to find Nancy, she was still in
the hallway.

"Are you okay now," Nancy nodded, Dave pointed to the room, "Okay then, get
back into the room, and get the evidence from that fucking child, and find out
everything you can about her, got it?" She nodded, "Good! Now I've got to talk
to her feeble minded parents!" 

- - - - - - - - - -
As Nancy entered the room she heard a voice say

"Testing one, two, three, I don't believe it this . . .. " She looked around
the room - no only Becky was there.

"Who was that Becky?" she asked, Becky giggled and held up her wrist, showing
what appeared to be a wrist watch, but when she looked closer Nancy could see
that it was more than that.

"Its something Mr. Mike gave me last week, it's a radio, I can talk to Kylie,
her mother and Mr. Mike if I want to" - Nancy quickly scanned her notes, found
the extra pages that Maria had managed to add.

"Mr. Mike, would that be Mike Moore?" Becky nodded, "And why did he give you
this, it looks quite expensive, did you have to do anything for it?"

Becky snorted "Mr. Mike? He's too much of a wimp, anyway he's got something
going with Kylie's mom."

"But that doesn't mean he hasn't tried to touch you, or, or Kylie? Does it?" -
Becky remembering Kylies answer to 'Mr. Mike's' question when they left the
police station for lunch replied with.

"Oh no Mr. Mike has never tried to touch us - as I said he's too much of a
wimp." She sat back with a satisfied look on her face, Nancy's training kicked
in,

"Becky, you said that you didn't trust people who lie, should I trust YOU?"
Becky's eyes dropped, and then raised back to meet Nancy's.

"I haven't told you a lie!"

"No, but then you have avoided the truth, you're not telling me everything are
you!" No it wasn't a question, Becky thought for a moment - Mr. Mike did think
that people should tell the truth, but she couldn't say what had happened in
the bathroom, these people wouldn't understand.

"I haven't lied, I will admit that last night I couldn't get to sleep, I was
frightened that Darren was in the house, Kylie was with me, and I knew Mr. Mike
and Aunt Sharon were in bed together, so we went to their room and we slept
with them, but he wouldn't even touch me, he just slept. So I know Mr. Mike
wouldn't do anything like Darren did, he's too nice!"  Nancy made a note,
sighed, and then she said

"Okay Becky, I trust you, but please no more half-truths, we are trying to help
you, but we need to know what has happened to you, everything that has happened
to you, if we know this, then we can do the best for you, okay?" Becky nodded,
"Now, you've seen the two dolls, can you show me what happened when you were
seven and Darren started."

"Are they still recording us?" Nancy nodded, "Okay, Mum and Dad were out, they
were at some dinner/dance, I'd watched some TV, then went to bed, Darren had
some girl round, and was making out, okay I think they were making out, it
wasn't something I knew about then! Anyway I was in bed and I heard the front
door slam, I went to sleep

"I was woken up by Darren pulling the bedclothes off of me, I was dressed in a
nightdress, he sat on my bed, and kissed me, he breath stank, he'd found
daddy's beer, and had drunk some.  He said something about bitches, I think his
girlfriend had bad words with him, he started to pull up my nightdress, I tried
to push it down, but he hit me, told me to raise my arms above my head, then he
touched me.

"Sorry, he touched me on my chest, started rubbing me, then he put his hand
into my knickers, well I wore them under my nightdress, and started to hurt me,
when I said anything he hit me, he said I had to learn what to do, because I'd
have to do it later, he said he'd be my teacher.

"The first thing I had to learn was that no-one would ever believe me again,
because I was going to be a slut, and nobody believes sluts, then this is what
he did to me." She took the Sam doll, opened the trousers showing the dolls
penis, which she then placed inside the mouth of the Samantha Doll.

"Now Rebecca, you've got to suck this, then move you head backwards and
forwards, yes it'll hit your throat, but that doesn't matter, all sluts like
doing this and so will you." This was said as she moved the pelvis of the Sam
doll further into the Samantha doll's mouth. "Now when I come inside you,
swallow it, because that's what sluts do, and you're a slut Rebecca, aren't
you?" She pulled the male doll away from the female doll, and threw it across
the room again.

"I hate Darren. He's the one who's done this to me. He didn't listen, he told
my mom that he had to hit me 'cause I swore at his girlfriend, then she hit me
when I tried to tell her what had happened, she said I had to have better
manners! That night he came into my room again." She started to cry, Nancy went
to her and held her.

'Dave you bastard, you should be doing this, not me!' was the thought going
through her head.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Dave was having problems of his own, Becky's parents has finally started to
talk to each other, trying to add the bits and pieces together - Darren, if he
lied why? What was he doing with Becky, they kept skirting around the truth,
not wanting to acknowledge the reasons.

Dave tried to interrupt the two, without success, he wasn't happy, it was
getting late, Dave was hoping that Nancy was having more luck - have to think
about getting Nancy retrained, she shouldn't be letting the work get to her, at
least not yet! - He glanced at the monitor screen, Nancy was getting on, the
kid was at least using the dolls, and perhaps we'll get somewhere now.

Dave tuned into the parents conversation, the mother was speaking ". . . . as
if we'd stopped him from doing much, only asked him to watch his sister at
times, I mean you don't expect kids from doing anything."

Dave decided to get into the talk, "Why not, Darren was what, 13, 14 years old,
he probably had already learnt about sex."

The mother blustered "Yes, but you don't expect children to. To.  You know.
Sex!"

Dave was on normal ground "It's normal for children to experiment with sex, and
its normal for brother and sister, remember most sexual assaults occur within
the family group, and as Rebecca," 'Becky indeed! Children should keep their
names, not adopt others', "was younger she wouldn't understand what was
happening to her."

He glanced at the screen again, Rebecca had thrown the doll across the room
again, if she's going to do that, how are we going to get any evidence!

The mother was talking again "But why would Darren tell us lies, he didn't need
to!"

Dave decided to stoke the fire "If Darren was having sex with Rebecca, would he
tell you? Would he let Rebecca tell you? - Wasn't it easier to not tell you and
let you think Rebecca was always lying! That way he would have access to easy
sex, and your implied permission"

The mother jumped in "We never said he could . . Well, you know. And not with
Rebecca, it's unheard of."

"No Mrs. Smith, it is not unheard of, I hear of it every day, and its people
like you, refusing to listen to your children, that are helping the problem,
because of you we are unable to get Rebecca to talk to us, she is too frighten
of us." - Yes this wasn't true, but might get the idiots to think!

The mother got up, "I don't have to listen to you insulting us," she hit her
husband, "Come on George, we're going home. Now where is Rebecca?" - Blast it,
lost them, Oh well it's getting late.

"Well, if you wish to go home and think about this, I can't stop you." He
pressed a button on the desk, in the monitor he saw Nancy respond to a light
flashing behind Rebecca, warning her.

He continued "You will find Rebecca just down the hall, and I'll get Maria to
drive you home!" Keeping the smile on his face, at least when the parents were
around. "We'll have to see Rebecca again on Monday, for more counselling
sessions, we need to be able to treat her properly so we'll need to know
exactly what has happened to her, please see she's ready at 9 O'clock on
Monday."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

In the interview room, Nancy saw the signal light, Dave had pushed the button
again, he was starting to do this a lot nowadays, probably upset the parents,
Oh well now for damage limitations.

"Becky, I think we're going to have to stop here, I think your parents will be
waiting for you"

Becky looked at her, "Was that what the light was for?"

Nancy looked amazed, "How did you see the light?"

Becky pointed to the mirrored wall, "I could see it in that." - 'the problem
with mirrors' thought Nancy 'is that they show everything in the room, and
Becky seems very aware of her surrounding'. She made a record on the notes
before her.

She took Becky out of the room, turned off the light (which also switched off
the video recorders), and they met up with Becky's parents in the corridor.

Nancy showed them to seats, "If you'll wait for a few minutes I'll get Maria to
take you home."

After a short wait Maria appeared and took the family back to her car, and
drove them home, when they arrived Becky said,

"No, I don't want to go home yet, Darren might be there!"

Maria tried to placate the young girl "But Darren is at the police station, he
can't be here."

Becky looked at her parents "Can't I stay at Sharon's with Kylie?"

Her mother shook her head "I don't care where you stay, we've had enough
problems, and also called untrustworthy parents, you go where you like, come on
George we're going in."

Her father looked at Becky "When your mother's in a mood like this I think it
might be better if you're elsewhere, go to Kylies, you're be happier there
tonight, I'll have a word with your mother, goodnight love." He kissed her on
her head - and spoke to Maria "Rebecca will show you where Sharon's is, but
keep an eye on her won't you?"

Maria said "I'll only let her go if I think she'll be safe, don't worry about
her, but I would stress that you talk to your wife, she needs to understand."

He nodded "Yes, I know, won't be easy, she doted on the lad, but she'll see."
With that he followed his wife inside.

Maria turned to Becky and smiled, "Don't worry about it Becky, it'll be
alright. Now where does Sharon live?"

They arrived to an empty house, nobody answered the doorbell, and there was no
answer to knocks at the windows, dejected Becky turned back to Maria.

"Becky, If they're not in, where else would they be."

Becky thought for a moment, then said "At Mr. Mike's, I'll show you"

When they arrived at Mike Moore's house, he answered the door to Becky, Maria
held back - 'what will he do? Would she be safe with him? - then Sharon and
Kylie appeared at the door - 'Oh they are there! She should be safe! - Maria
turned and left the group to themselves.

 -30


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- Normal disclaimer apply also please remember this is only a story, the
persons involved here, and institutions represented are fictitious only - The
actions are for the benefit of the storyline, I'm not suggesting that they are
the normal actions that may occur. I wear rose-coloured glasses
- Additional comments - unable to write in this post- lack of space, see my ftp
site on ASSTR for full comments.   Wandering Lanes.

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