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From: wanderinglanes@aol.com (Wandering lanes)
Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - Part 15a  codes (no-sex, slow)
Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 21:10:03 -0400
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Story codes (no sex, slow)

The Girl With A Bicycle - Part 15 a
By Wandering Lanes

We left the girls to play their game, Becky running off to hide, Kylie waiting
5 minutes before starting off, gazing at the indicator like a fortune teller
with a crystal ball.

Sharon and I walked towards her house - I wanted to go via Becky's home. We had
to talk to her parents. But as we got close to the house, we saw a police car
in front of it, an officer was standing in the doorway, and from inside we
could hear -

"Mum, don't let them go in there, please mum. You can stop them!" 

Nichols voice could be heard "Sorry son, but the warrant gives us permission."

It was the wrong time to be there, so we quickly left them, and the slowly
forming crowd of neighbours collecting there to eavesdrop on the families
decent.

It left us in a sombre mood, both of us thinking of how Becky's parents would
be suffering - bad enough that he was molesting his sister, their daughter, bad
enough that they had notice nothing, but - for them - even worst, their son the
thief . . . . Of course it could be they'll find nothing! But I doubted it,
from the little I saw of Darren I knew he was a braggart, and the only person
he could feel free with was Becky.

We arrived at Sharons house, and found out Kylie's Brownies uniform, Sharon
looked at it.

"Mike, couldn't we get Becky into the Brownies?" I looked at her, "She'd be
able to make friends with the others girls, and all it would take is a word." I
had to shake my head.

"Sharon, her parents would have to agree, she can't just turn up at the
meetings can she."

"But there must be something we can do?"

I held her hands, "And we're doing it, but it has to be one step at a time. I
will admit you skipped a few steps that day with Becky," Sharon opened her
mouth, I continued, "Yes I know she needed it, but please go more slowly next
time, if there is one."

"Okay Mike, I will, now about Kylie, you haven't really been teaching her
anything have you!" it was an accusation, but I had an answer.

"Not practical, but she has been given several talks on theory, she knows about
condoms, the different ways of bringing the male and female parts together,
masturbation, what more is there that she can do? without harm? To herself or
others!"

Sharon looked at me open mouthed, "Where did you find the time to do that?"

I tapped her nose, "We had time, during the night, remember the times we were
joined either by Kylie alone, or Kylie and Becky, remember Becky's reaction to
the condom, how I explained why I was wearing it, and its main use? - Kylie
isn't stupid, she has taken it in, if you ask her I think you might be
surprised - remember to teach sex to children doesn't means having to force sex
onto them, it can also be taught by osmosis," From the look on her face I could
see I'd lost her, "Biology - how sap rises in plants, I learnt about it at
school"

"Okay Mike, I believe you, but where do you go from here?"

"I don't know, I don't want to teach her oral sex, it might scare her too much,
and I'm certainly not going to show her anal sex, for someone that young it
would too much like torture, so I think we'll just going to have to build on
what she already knows, and remember you did leave this up to me."

"Yes, I did - I must admit I was thinking of getting Kylie more involved," 

I smiled at that "I know, but as Becky is fond of saying  - I'm a wimp!"

Sharon hit me, "No, you're not really. You're just thinking of the girls - and
I do mean both Kylie and Becky."

I looked at my watch "Talking of which, shouldn't we be heading back?" 

"If I'm going to be starting lunch then - yes."

We checked the house to make sure all was well, then started back to my house.
We decided to go past Becky's again, the policeman and car had gone so had the
crowd, I looked at Sharon, she nodded, we walked up to the door, and rang the
bell,

"Go away, haven't you seen enough?" the distraught male voice shouted through
the door.

I let Sharon answer, "Mr. Smith - Its Sharon Williams, Kylie's mother, can I
come in?"

"Oh, er, sorry, we've been a bit. . . Well, hold on." And we heard the bolts on
the door being pulled back, and then the Chubb lock being undone, and the door
finally opened, to reveal a white faced man, he looked at me, I introduced
myself.

"Hello I'm Mike Moore, I'm a friend of Sharon's, can we come in?" He looked a
bit dazed - understandable, really.

We were shown into their front room - Becky's mother was sitting in an
armchair, just looking ahead, I looked at the man. He was virtually in the same
state, I ushered him into another seat, just before he collapsed.

I looked around, there was a bottle of whisky on the sideboard, I found two
glasses, poured the whisky into them, handed one to Sharon and took the other
to Becky's father, 

"Come on, you need to drink this," he took the glass and swallowed the contents
down, coughed and looked up.

"Thank you, I'm sorry things have been a bit confused lately," the sound of his
wife crying onto Sharon could be heard

"Oh Rebecca, Rebecca, what have we done?" She was saying, the shock having
overcome her 'normal' feelings, her eyes had been opened - at last.

I looked at Sharon, "Can you stretch the dinner to 6 people?" I indicated the
two people, she nodded, I turned to Becky's father.

"When did you last eat?" He looked at me, frowned

"Well I, I think it was Friday, we didn't want anything yesterday and what with
today's. . . ." I nodded

"I think you should come with me, Sharon's cooking dinner for Kylie and Becky,
we can always extend it for two more, if you want to that is?"

"Well, that's very kind of you, but why? Why do you want to help us?"

I was blunt "It isn't you I'm trying to help, its Becky, she needs her parents,
her mother and father, if you're in no fit state, how could you help her? So
I'm being selfish. If I help you, then you'll be able to help her"

He looked at me - "Why should you want to help Rebecca, you don't know her!"

I shook my head - "No, I don't know her, but her friend Kylie knows her and has
asked me to help, so here I am, will you let me help both you and Becky." I
held out my hand, he shook it.

" I think we need a lot of help, from those who will help us, but, I can't go
out like this, and neither can the missus."

I thought and said, "I'll tell you what, Sharon and I will go and start the
dinner, I'll come back for you later, does that sound alright." He nodded and
looked to his wife, the colour starting to return to her, she looked up and
nodded, "Good, then I'll be back in an hour."

Sharon and I left their house and continued home, Sharon looked at me,

"It's hit them hard!" I had to agree, it had been hard, but it seemed that they
were realising what had been happening, the event with Nichols this morning had
driven the point home.

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Again, we had been so wrapped up in our thoughts that we arrived at my house
before we'd realised it, Sharon went to my freezer and started to get more
vegetables out,

"I'm glad I got more food for you" She said, "Otherwise we'd never have enough
for Becky's folks, should we let her know they'll be here?"

I thought for a moment, then shook my head, "No, I don't think so, she may not
come in if she thinks they're here, let keep it as a surprise, How long before
dinner?"

Sharon looked at the clock, "about two hours."

I nodded, I'd need to pick up Becky's parents in about three quarters of an
hour, then there would be about an hour to draw themselves out, and get them
ready to eat - that didn't sound right - get them into the mood to eat! It
wasn't the fact of getting the food onto the plates, they would have to want to
eat, a difficult thing for them at this time.

I took Kylies uniform upstairs and onto her bed, well nearly, first the bed had
to be straighten out. Even though the girls had only slept in it for half the
night it was still rumpled, I pulled the sheets up and straightened the
pillows, once the bed was back to normal I laid the uniform on the bed, and
walked downstairs.

Sharon had the vegetables cooking, and the meat was starting to roast, she
walked into the living room, I joined her, I sat down and she placed herself in
my lap.

"So now what are you going to do, seduce Becky's mother?" she said this
teasingly, I shivered, 

"No thank you, she isn't my type, anyway she's married, were you going to
seduce her father?"

I felt her laughter, "No, I'm afraid you've spoilt me, so, to repeat myself,
what are you going to do?" What indeed? That they needed was to really talk to
Becky, their acceptance of Darrens 'work' seemed to be almost accomplished. But
first I had to get them here, out of their house.

I kissed Sharon, she deepened it, I didn't know how far we would have gone if
it wasn't for . . .

"Hey, Mr. Mike, Aunt Sharon, when will dinner be ready?" - we guiltily looked
around, then realised that the voice came from the radios, we both sighed with
relief.

I answered the call "Hello Becky, about another hour, is that okay?"

She replied, "An hour, why what are you two doing?"

Sharon answered, "We are tidying the house, and getting the cooking done, or
did you want to start dusting here?"

Kylie's voice came over the air "Don't do it Becky, she'll keep us scrubbing
for hours!"

Becky replied, "Well, I'm not going to be a scrubber for anyone! See you in an
hour! Your turn to hide Ky." And the airwaves were quiet, Sharon and I burst
out laughing, the way language changes!

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I had to go and pick up Becky's parents, I thought it would be easier by car
than to walk them here. I got the car out of the garage, and drove away,
catching a glimpse of Kylie as she was finding a space to hide. I hadn't
realised they were so close.

As I arrived at their house I could see both of Becky's parents watching for
me, there was a scattering of neighbours talking among themselves. I parked
outside the house so that there was less of a distance to walk. The two came
out of their house and quickly entered my car, we were watched as I drove off.

"Not even the next door's came round to see if they could help, I don't
understand it!" Mrs. Smith was saying, "If anything was wrong next door I'd be
round in a shot." Her husband patted her hand.

"Yes luv, I know, people just don't care anymore, just don't worry about it." 
They sat in the car in silence. 

I stopped at my house to let them out, Sharon was waiting by the front door, I
watched them enter, then drove the car back to the garage and parked it, I saw
Kylie standing behind a wall, she put a finger to her mouth in a shushing
gesture, I nodded and walked back to the house.

"Hi there Mr. Mike," Becky was running down the path the light on her tracker
flashing straight ahead, 

"Hi Becky, slow down, you don't really have to run, do you?"

"Yes, I've found a great place to hide, Kylie's going to be ages finding me!"
She carried on down the path.

I smiled and shook my head, and continued to my house.

Once inside I found Becky's parents sitting still on the chairs, Sharon had
made a pot of tea, and two cups were placed between the pair. I took an upright
chair and placed it in front of them, I sat on the chair facing them.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith, my name is Mike Moore, I'm a, a friend of Sharons, I know
you both have had a shock, but you are going to have to get over it, you have a
young frightened daughter who is depending on *your* love and support." I had
to emphasise the 'your' part of that.

Mrs. Smith looked at me "Have you ever brought up a son, who turns around and
stabs you in the back?" I shook my head, "Then how can you tell us to get over
this?"

I gave a sad smile, "Because you have to, your daughter Becky needs you, both
of you, she needs a loving family, her mother and father to look after her and
protect her."

Her father snorted, "Yes, fine words, but how can she trust us?"

"*George!*"

"No Mildred, I mean it, we left her! Shut her out of our lives, just because we
trusted Darren to look after her," he turned to me, "You see Rebecca wasn't
really planned, and I suppose we didn't feel as if she was one of us."

"George, they don't need to know that, it's none of their business. Anyway I do
love Rebecca, I . . I just don't show it, that's all."

I looked at her, "And because you don't - Becky thinks that you hate her!" Yes
it was harsh, and laid on thick, but I wanted to force her to think.

"I DON'T HATE HER, She's my daughter, I do love her, I really do love her, it
was just easier . . . to leave . . . her . . . to . . . Darren!" George looked
at her, his mouth hanging open.

"You mean, you knew! How could you . . ."

"Of course I knew, you don't think he could have hidden that from me, I just
didn't want to admit it." She looked up at me shocked - or amazed that she
could just say it.

I looked back at her, "And when she tried to tell you?"

She dropped her eyes, "I didn't want to listen to her, it was because of her I
couldn't have any more children, I suppose I blamed her for my condition."  - 
Bingo! Now she's talking let her bring it all out. She reached out her hand to
her husband, he took it, squeezed it, she continued, "As George said Rebecca
wasn't planned, she took us by surprise, and by the time we found out it was
too late, we'd only wanted one child - Darren, who was 7 and ready for junior
school, so I could get back to work full time, and everything was going to be
nice. But I fell ill while carrying her, lost too much weight, then there were
'complications' during the birth, the hospital called it complications anyway,
and as I held this bundle of pain in my hand, they told me I couldn't have any
more children, they had to operate, they told me to 'be happy, I had a fine
healthy daughter'," she started crying, "But I couldn't be happy, every time
she cried she reminded me that she was my last child, the last one I'd ever
have! And I blamed her, she had only just been born, *and I blamed her*!" Her
tears were in full flood, her husband held her, when he had got up? I can't
say. 

"Why luv? Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped, you knew I was there,
why didn't you tell me!"

"I couldn't, you were so happy with Rebecca, I couldn't say how I felt because
I thought you'd turn against me! I couldn't risk that! So I pretended, it was
easy, and I thought I was over it, then one night I heard Darren talking to
Rebecca, telling her to be quiet and that it was her fault, and all I could
think was GOOD! God help me, my own daughter and I just left her with him!"

George was white, but he still held his wife as she cried into his arms, he
looked at me, and gestured for me to leave, I went - they needed time to
themselves.

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I went to the kitchen, where Sharon was busy cooking, she saw my face, found a
chair and steered me to it.

"You got them talking about it then?" She asked,

I replied, "Yes, a bit too much, and a lot too soon. I think it's almost too
much for George to take. Can we delay the dinner for a while?"

She thought for a moment, "Yes, should be able to, but not for too long, don't
forget Kylie has Brownies, and you did promise to be there!" 

I groaned, "God yes, all those kids, I can see how Mildred felt!" visions of
screaming seven to nine year olds were flashing though my head, then I saw
Kylie's face and I smiled, "No, I take that back, I don't know how Mildred
felt." And I kissed Sharon,

"What brought that on?" She asked.

"For having a wonderful daughter, don't let her go - you hear, she's too
precious!" Sharon shook her head, she thought I was mad, maybe I was.

The living room door opened, and George came out,

"Err. Mrs. Williams could my wife have a word please?" Sharon said 'certainly'
and went into the room, George came into the kitchen, his face was still white,
I found a bottle of brandy, and poured some into a glass, his hands were
shaking as he took it, I let him sit in my chair.

"I never knew, she never told me. Why didn't she tell me? I would have
understood, tried to help her, why?"

I had to reply "I don't know, perhaps she was trying to be strong, to play down
how much she was hurting inside, I believe she was thinking about you, how
would you be able to cope if she gave up to her pain, you've got a hard job
ahead of you, with both your wife and Becky." 

He nodded, then looked at me, "Why do you call her Becky, her name is Rebecca,"

I looked into his eyes - to drive home the point I suppose, "And Rebecca is the
girl who kept being attacked by her brother, Becky is the child inside trying
to survive! She needs to be Becky for some time, before becoming Rebecca again,
and being able to live with herself." I didn't know where all this was coming
from, but I believed in it anyway!

Then the back door opened and Becky's voice could be heard,

"... I told you it was a good hiding pl ...." Then she saw her father "Dad? Why
are you here?"

George went to his daughter wrapped his arms around her, "Oh Becky lass, I'm
sorry, I'm so sorry," Becky looked at his face and then she burst into tears.

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I gestured Kylie to come inside, and took her into the dining room.

"It's started," I said, 

Kylie looked at me, "What has?"

"The healing, Becky's parents are realising the type of life she's had to lead,
and it's hitting them both hard," Sounds of crying could now be heard from the
living room along with.

"Oh Rebecca, I really didn't mean to force you through that, can you forgive
me?" - there was no sound from Becky, but the sobbing increased, and then more
softly we heard, "Becky can you try to forgive me?" a muffled 'yes mummy' was
barely heard, but the change in the crying showed that we'd heard correctly.

Sharon came into the dining room, kissed Kylie and collapsed into a chair, I
don't know when we'll have dinner now! I looked at my watch, one O'clock, we
could! Just!

"Sharon, start serving it, Kylie and I'll get the table laid, then Kylie can
get ready for Brownies, and as soon as we've finished I'll take her to the
Church hall, I'm afraid you're stuck with the washing up, but we'll cover that
later, okay?" nods from both and we start on our respective jobs.

The table had to be extended to allow for the two extra placements, but that
was quickly done, placemats laid, knives, forks and spoons down - I had to
correct Kylie's placement of the knives and forks, knives on right, forks on
left - mats placed to hold the dishes and other hot items.

Sharon came in with the vegetables, which were placed strategically onto the
table, then back to bring in the plates, this time she came in with George, who
was also carrying plates, Kylie dashed upstairs to change, I went into the
living room to get both Becky and Mildred onto their feet, into the dining room
and onto chairs ready to eat.

The last plate was brought in and Kylie was downstairs - with her Brownies
Pullover back-to-front, which made Becky laugh - which made her parents look,
and they laughed as well. - Normalcy, of a type.

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This is the first part of chapter 15, please read the second part which should
also be available.  Wandering Lanes   - more to come.....

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