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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - part 15b  codes (no-sex, slow)
Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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Story codes (no sex, slow)

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


During the meal we were able to talk about things, how work was going for
George - works at the local bakery - okay so I didn't really mean I was
interested, but I had to get them talking normally, every so often Mildred
would look at Becky and start sobbing, to be comforted by either George or
Becky!! That one did surprise me but it boded well for the future of their
family.

After dinner, I announced that Kylie and I had to be at the Church Hall, I did
invite George, Mildred and Becky to stay for as long as they wanted, I left
Sharon doing the washing up - yes I know sexist of me! - George, Mildred and
Becky were left in the living room, I didn't stay to hear what was said, but
left, after straightening Kylie's pullover, and the two girls had hugged before
Becky had joined her parents.

We left the house and started walking towards the Church Hall, as we walked
Kylie started to ask me questions, 

"Why were Becky's parents at your home?" - I tried to explain to her,

"I thought it would be better if they could talk away from their house there'd
be too many bad memories for Becky, but it turned out there were more for her
mother."

Kylie was puzzled, "Why her mother? It was Becky getting hurt wasn't it"

"It seems Becky was the tip of a very bad iceberg, as far as her family is
concerned. Her mother has major problems, I think its going to need a therapist
to help her, my home-grown version isn't going to do it, but now she's admitted
she has a problem, the cure should be, I was going to say easy - but it won't
be for her, like Becky she's going to need support. This time the support of
her family."

Kylie persisted "But what can WE do to help?"

I patted her shoulder, "We are doing it. Letting them talk to each other, they
know what's been happening, there's nothing to hide from each other - now
they're have to face it together."

She looked at me again, "But we can still help them can't we? We're not giving
up on Becky are we?"

I stopped, "Of course we're not giving up on Becky, don't worry. It's just got
larger, we're including her mother and father now."

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We carried on walking, Kylie was deep in thought as we approached the Church
Hall, the mothers of the girls (okay there were a few fathers, but mainly
women) were delivering their charges into the care of the three women who made
up the leaders of the pack (sorry Shangri-Las (old song 'Leader of the Pack')).

I was invited into the Hall, along with the parents, Margaret - the Brown Owl -
introduced me.

"Ladies, oh, and gentlemen too, of course - May I introduce Mr. Mike Moore, our
benefactor in this age of communications," She pointed me out, I acknowledged
their applause with a slight wave, and then tried to dash back into anonymity,
but was stopped by Paula who came up and pulled me up to the three of them.

"Come on Mike, don't be shy, just say something."

I looked around at the people watching, "Hi there, I'm Mike, I would like to
ask you not to moan about me in a few day's time, when your daughters start
speaking into thin air." There was a smattering of laughter and quite a few
puzzled looks.

Margaret explained - "You see last week young Kylie here arrived with a wrist
radio, it seemed the thing we need when on camp this coming week." - This
coming week, I thought it was some weeks away, I looked at Kylie who shrugged
her shoulders - Margaret continued "As you know each pack at the camp have to
assemble within a certain time to gain points - also there are other tasks that
have to be done as a team effort - many at long distances, these radio's will
give us an edge. However we had a problem with the price of the radios, which
has now been cleared up - thanks to Mr. Moore here," She turned to the pack of
girls "Please remember these are not toys, they are expensive so please try not
to break them.  We will be showing you how to use them today," She turned back
to the parents, "Are there any questions you want to ask?"

A female voice from the back asked "How much are these going to cost us later?"

Margaret looked puzzled, I stepped in and replied "These radio are the last to
be made, it seems that the suppliers cannot sell them, I have given the pack
some spare radios, once they are gone that's it - as we can't buy any more you
can't be made to pay out, I haven't asked for any money from the pack, and I'm
sure they won't ask for more from you, the batteries will last several months,
and if any are needed I'm sure we can sort something out for them, but they
only cost about  3 each"

Another voice asked, "So what do you get out of this?"

I nodded, "Yes I did expect that - Kylie if you can come here please?" she
shyly joined us, I introduced her and then asked her, "Kylie, what were you
doing this morning?"

She smiled, "Becky and I was playing hide and seek, it's fun! We can go for 3
miles and find each others within 15 minutes - that's if we use our bikes, but
today we only stayed within half a mile."

Questions flew from the parents - 'hide and seek' '3 miles how?'  'How can
radios do that?'

I took the last question first, "Each radio has a tracker unit, there is a
'find me' button and a 'search' button - to play hide and seek? It's the same
as normal one person hides in a secret place, the other has to find them - once
hidden the hider presses the 'find me' button - the seeker should have already
pressed the 'search' button, and the lights show the direction.  Lastly 3 miles
is the range of these radios, so for an area like this it's ample."

The questions ran out, and following a 'thank you for staying' the parents
started to leave, apart from a few, who wanted to remain. I sat down on a
chair, provided by Kylie who ordered me to 'please stay there!' - so, like a
good doggie, I stayed!

The first order of the day was The Promise - the girls lined up, gave a salute
and recited;

I promise that I will do my best:
To love my God,
To serve the Queen and my country,
To help other people
and to keep the Brownie Guide Law.

Then Brown Owl (yes I know Margaret, but she was acting in her official mode)
asked the girls, "What is the Brownie Guide Law?" and all the girls replied 

"A Brownie Guide thinks of others before herself and does a Good Turn every
day."

Then Tawny Owl asked, "What is the Motto?"

"Lend A Hand."  All the girls shouted the motto, and dropped the salute

Brown Owl said "Okay Brownies - now into your sixes" the pack split up into
three teams, each one behind their respective leaders, who then took their
party into one area of the hall.

Margaret looked at me, "Mr. Moore could you bring those boxes over?" she
pointed to a table where there were three boxes, labelled Pixie, Elves and
Gnomes, remembering Kylies monologue last Sunday I handed Paula the box marked
Gnomes, went to Joyce and offered both boxes, she took the Elves box and
thanked me, I gave Margaret the Pixies box, then I returned to my chair.

There was a general gasp when the boxes were opened and the radios revealed,
one girl in each 'six' was given the newer radios, these girls were the next in
command for each six, then the girls are given their radios, Paula called Kylie
who shook her head and raised her arms to show both radios, Paula laughed and
said 'sorry'.

Once all the radios were given out the 'owls' started instruction the girls on
their use, Paula was lucky, Kylie took part of her six and started telling them
how to use them. 

Margaret looked over to me, and so I walked up to her.

She said, "Oh Mr. Moore, can you help me out here, I need you to take some of
my sixes, that's if you don't mind of course."

I told her that I didn't mind and was soon surrounded by a group of smiling
eight year olds, luckily for me they were all wearing skirts and leggings, so I
could keep my mind on instructions.

"Okay, you all have your radios?" a group of nodding heads answered me, "now
while the radios are like this they are in listening mode." A few puzzled looks
showed me I wasn't being understood. "Okay, If I could borrow one of your
radios?" A girl shyly handed me her radio, I pressed the talk button, "when I
press this, all radio's tuned to this waveband will hear me"

A surprised gasp from the other side of the room made me look up, Margaret was
looking at me - a devilish notion swept over me, I raised the radio again,
"Sorry Brown Owl, I was just testing." And released the talk button.

She smiled pressed a button on her radio, "That's okay Mr. Moore, a practical
demonstration is better than words." I waved to her, then realised that I had
demonstrated with words, oh well - on with the show.

I gave the radio back then started "Okay, that's what happens when the talk
button is pressed, and as you heard everyone else can listen to you, so be
careful when moaning about Brown Owl!" The girls giggled, "Now there are two
other buttons, here and here," I pointed them out, "One is labelled 'find me'
the other is marked 'search' when the first is pushed it sends out a signal,
this can be picked up by all the other radios on the same waveband."

One girl raised her hand, "My radio has another button, its marked 'broadcast'
what does that do?"

I looked at her and smiled, "You must be the second leader of the six?" the
girl nodded, "That button allows you to talk to all the radios within the three
miles radius, but you're only be able to listen to replies on your waveband."
She looked blankly at me, "Think of it as a one way telephone - if you need
everyone to listen to you they will, I suggest you use it in an emergency only,
or when Brown Owl asks you to use it okay?" She nodded her head.

That reminded me, "Oh, yes emergencies - if you need everyone on your waveband
to listen to you there is a special word - this is 'flamingo' but the word has
to be repeated three times - so if you need everyone to listen to you what do
you say"

The girls responded with "Flamingo, Flamingo, Flamingo" The three owls looked
over at us and I heard 'Oh - yes, now . . .' it seemed I wasn't the only one to
forget.

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Now was the time to test the tracker unit, the girls suggested one to hide, and
they would try the tracker units.

It was only in the confines of the Church Hall, but it would show the girls how
to use them. - They all closed their eyes and counted I watched the girl run
down the hall and into a cupboard by the left wall, closing the doors. The
count reached 50, the seekers turned on their trackers, they were about to run
down the hall when I stopped them.

"Hold on, this is a small hall, you should be able to pin-point her location if
you spread out and see what your indicators show."  Margaret looked in
amazement as she saw my group range themselves from one side of the hall to the
other, "now which direction is the indicator pointing? Show with your arms"

The girls pointed, the one nearest the left wall against which the cupboard was
pointed straight ahead, the girl on the right side was pointing over, with
varying degrees from the ones in-between.

"Okay, if you look at each other, which direction should you be going?" they
all pointed towards the wall, "right, now if you," I pointed to the girl on the
right wall, "walk forwards," after a few steps I let the next one walk, a few
more steps then the next could walk, I deliberately let the girls pass the
cupboard before stopping them.

"Now where are the lights pointing?" All arms were pointing to the cupboard,
"So where do you think she is?" and they all dashed and opened the door
revealing their prey. 

Margaret looked at me, "That was good, they only took two readings and found
her, how many readings would it take if she was a quarter of a mile away?" I
had to think for a moment.

"Well if you started from a straight line, then let the wings move in, and take
another reading after 2 minutes, then they should be able to locate the hider
after 3 minutes, I think." 

She nodded her head, "Well one day we're going to have to find out if you're
right!" But there was a smile on her face.

Soon we had three groups of girls hunting away, half of each six at a time, the
girls were getting proficient in the use of the radios, after some time
Margaret looked at her watch, and started to speak, but the girls could not
hear her, then she remembered her radio, she pushed the broadcast button,

"Flamingo, flamingo, flamingo - all Brownies return to Brown Owl!"  It was
amazing, all the girls stopped immediately, turned round and returned to where
we were standing, as if they were attached by string.

Margaret, sorry Brown Owl looked at them all, "What's the Brownies Promise?"

All the girls repeated the chant, Margaret went to the door and opened it, the
rest of the parents were waiting outside,

She spoke to them "I'm sorry we over-ran, but the girls were enjoying
themselves, please remember we meet here on Wednesday at 10 O'clock, and please
ensure you have the equipment in the pamphlets we gave two weeks ago." She let
the girls meet their parents.

The few who had stayed in the hall came up to me

One said "You were very good with the girls, thank you" another praised my
handling of the searching one more complemented me on my daughter, I had to
correct her, 

"Oh, no Kylie's my niece, not my daughter." Okay so I lied again, why try to
explain? Maybe I should accept praise of 'my daughter'.

Kylie and I waited for the hall to empty, Paula, Margaret and Joyce were still
sorting themselves out, I walked upto them,

"Well that went better than I thought." At this Joyce's radio started chiming
out with excited voices, I smiled "You may want to turn the volume down soon,
when the girls get use to these, you may hear some interesting conversations"

All three women laughed at this, Margaret said, "Well at least they're
practicing using them, so we shouldn't complain."

I had to say, "Wait until a few more days, then think about it again! Oh before
I forget do you have a copy of the pamphlet, Kylie wasn't here two weeks ago."

Margaret gave me a small sheet of paper, "Yes, that's right, this is a list of
thing Kylie should bring with her on Wednesday," she looked at Kylie, "You are
looking forward to camp aren't you?"

Kylie nodded "Oh yes, at my last pack we went on a holiday, and stayed at a
hotel. It was lots of fun."

Margaret smiled, "Well this one is under canvas and the weather may be rainy,
you might not like it so much! Anyway, see you on Wednesday."

We left the three women, planning their tactics for the Brownie Camp, and
started on the walk home.

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We arrived home after a silent walk, Sharon was standing at the door waiting,

"What took you so long, I've been waiting for 10 minutes."

I looked at my watch, "I didn't realise it took so long, the girls were so
excited about the radios that the meeting over-ran, by the way you know the
camp is this Wednesday?"

Sharon looked at me, "So soon, I thought it was the following week, what do we
need?" I handed her the paper, she scanned through it, "Well not as bad as I
thought, I think we've got most of these at home, good!"

I looked into the living room, Becky and her mother were hugging each other,
both crying, I looked around, George wasn't there, I looked at Sharon, she
pointed into the kitchen.

I entered the kitchen to find George sitting there, shaking his head, he had a
glass of whisky in his hand, I looked at Sharon, she held up 2 fingers, I sat
down next to him.

He looked at me, "I didn't even know! You live with someone for years, and you
never really know what's going through their heads." He shook his head, lifted
the glass and sipped the liquid, "What am I going to do?"

I looked at him, "You're going to support your wife, but she'll need proper
counselling, we've broken the door down, or rather she has opened the door, but
she'll have to be properly treated - as much as I'd hate to say this, but
Social Services would be the best to suggest someone, and could get her an
appointment much quicker than your doctor could!"

He nodded, "Yes, I think you're right," He looked at the time, and downed the
glass, "Thank you for the meal, and your help, I'd better get the missus and
Re. .  Becky home, she's going to need her sleep," I handed him the bottle of
tablets, he looked at them, the three remaining tablets rattled inside, he
questioned - "What are these for?"

I had to answer, "They are for Becky, she has to complete the treatment,"

His eyes narrowed "Treatment, treatment for what?"  I explained what the
tablets were for, "I'll kill the bastard - how could he do this to her!"

I held him, "I don't know, but he can't do this again can he!" George shook his
head. He put the bottle into his pocket and then shook my hand.

"No, he won't not while I'm still alive. Thank you Mike, for everything." 

I said "I'm still here to help you, Mildred and Becky, so anytime you want to
talk, I'm here, and here is my phone number - you'll also be able to contact me
on Becky's radio,"

He looked puzzled at me, and then smiled! "That's where the voices came from." 

I nodded, "Yes, sorry the Brownies group needed the broadcast button tested, I
forgot Becky's and Sharon's radios would pick it up as well."

"Sharon has a radio as well?"

"Yes, she wanted to keep an ear on Kylie when she was playing, it also allowed
her to monitor Becky."

He looked at me - "So that's how you were able to phone for the police"

I nodded, "Yes, Kylie contacted me, and I phoned the police on my mobile
phone," 

He grasped my shoulder, "Thank you, I mean it, you've done more for my daughter
than I ever had!" He went into the living room and got Becky and Mildred onto
their feet and ready to go, I offered to drive them, but he said 'no, we need
the walk' and after all hugging Kylie and Sharon, they left.

Sharon asked me "Shouldn't you go with them?"

I shook my head, "No, they'll be okay, and they do need the walk. If Becky
needs us she has her radio."

Kylie stood up and said, "What about Becky's tablets, she's going to need
them!"

I managed to placate her, "Her father has them, the only thing remaining is her
suitcase which is still upstairs"

Kylie nodded her head. "Good."

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I left Kylie and Sharon in the living room, to allow Kylie to tell Sharon about
the afternoon's events in the Church Hall, I made myself busy by making tea.

I found that Sharon had supplied me with bread and jam (jelly), so I made
sandwiches for us all - yes I can do something in a kitchen - put the teapot,
milk jug and sugar onto a tray, which I then carried into the living room, and
placed onto a table.

I returned to the kitchen to get side plates and the sandwiches, also the cups
and saucers, which started a juggling act, just to get them safely onto the
table.

By the time Kylie has finished, so had I - and we started to eat.

- 30
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To my readers in America -

This is my first posting since Tuesday 11th September - for what it is worth My
Prayers are with you - may your pain be eased but may the memory never fade. 
Wandering Lanes. 14th September 2001

Another first A split chapter - AOL will only let me post so far, then no more.

- Normal disclaimer - This story is fiction, the people do not exist - sorry
there was no sex in this chapter (both bits) but the story didn't have the need
for it.

I have rushed this chapter the time (here at least is almost 1am) - so my
apologies for any typo's that may have occurred.  As I have always said if you
want to comment, or suggest my address is  wanderinglanes@aol.com  I will
always try to answer, so please include a return address, thanks.

Wandering Lanes 14th September 2001

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