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From: "Peter Ginman" <wanderinglanes@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Girl with A Bicycle - part 19 
Date: Thu,  4 Oct 2001 16:10:04 -0400
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The Girl With A Bicycle - part 19
By Wandering Lanes

Story codes (M, F, g - no-sex, slow)

Wednesday arrived, as all days do, quietly - I awoke to find Sharon, Kylie 
and Becky in the bed, I looked at my watch 6:30, I got up trying not to 
disturb the girls and made my way to the toilet. I was finishing off my 
shave when Becky arrived, smiled hello to me and placed herself on the loo.

She quickly finished, wiped herself off and was about to wash her hands when 
I asked, "Was everything okay today?"

She seemed puzzled, "How do you mean Mr. Mike, I've just got up." I pointed 
to the toilet, she then realised what I meant, "You're right it didn't hurt 
- does that mean I'm better?"

I smiled, "Well you shouldn't try to do anything for another week, it just 
means the antibiotics have done their part, now you have to let your body do 
its part."

She hugged me, "Oh thank you Mr. Mike, I think you're wonderful,"

I laughed, "But I didn't do that, you did! You had to take the tablets not 
me."

Her muffled voice said, "But you were the one to hold me when I needed it, 
don't let me go."

I replied, "I'll always be here for you, you know that don't you."

She looked up at me, "I know Mr. Mike, but please promise."

I went down on my haunches so that my face was level with hers, "Becky, I 
promise to always try to do my best for you. But you must know that 
sometimes things may be out of my hands. You never know what may happen. But 
I will always try my best. Remember that."

She kissed me, "I'll try Mr. Mike, honest.", I smiled and left her to wash, 
I went back into the bedroom and got dressed, Kylie was still asleep, Sharon 
was awake and looking at me.

"Good morning," I said.

She smiled and replied, "Good morning, what time is it, I looked at my watch 
and told her the time, 6:45, "I'm going to be late!" She started to get up,

I said, "Don't rush, I'll get breakfast, I think I should have help in a few 
minutes." Sharon looked in the bed, saw Kylie and opened her mouth to speak,

Becky was passing the door, she looked in and said, "Morning Aunt Sharon," 
then went downstairs, I finished dressing and followed her.

____________________________________________________________

When Sharon arrived in the kitchen, there was a cooked breakfast waiting for 
her, I asked her, "Did you want buttered slices of bread or toast?"

She replied, "Uhmm. Toast please, I didn't know we had so much bread," I 
gave a guilty look, Becky giggled, Sharon just looked at us, "Well?" was her 
only question.

Becky smiled and said, "Mr. Mike brought some yesterday!"

Sharon looked at me, I shrugged, "Well we did use the last of it yesterday - 
the Ducks were very appreciative." I put two slices into the toaster, and 
gave Sharon my pieces, which she gobbled down along with her bacon and eggs, 
she drank down a cup of coffee, and with a hurried bye, she ran off to work.

I started the washing up, Becky went to watch television, I cleaned up the 
kitchen, and was wiping off the table when Kylie shuffled in, her nightdress 
hanging loosely on her.

She looked at me, "Where is everyone?"

I said, "Well you slept through the day, we had plenty of fun, just going to 
bed now!"

She put her hands on her hips, and stamped on the floor, "That's not funny 
Uncle Mike, I was alone in bed, anything could have happened!"

I looked at her, "And what did happen?"

She looked down, then back up with a slight smile, "Nothing - but that's not 
the point is it!"

I had to laugh, I picked her up, "I thought you'd want plenty of  sleep, 
what with the coach trip you're taking today."

She squeaked with joy as she remembered what I was on about, "I've got to 
get ready the Pack meets at 10 o'clock." I looked at the clock, 7:15.

"Hold on young lady, there's plenty of time to go yet.  You have to have a 
proper breakfast inside you first, now sit." I made her sit down at the 
table, put the frying pan back onto the stove - no I hadn't washed that yet 
- and started to cook her breakfast, I asked her, "How do you want your 
eggs, runny yolk or hard yolk?"

She thought for a moment, then said, "Runny please." I started to cook the 
eggs, left them splattering in the frying pan with the rashers, took a 
couple of slices of bread, buttered them, cut them in half.  Turned the 
rashers before putting the food onto a plate and placing it in front of 
Kylie.

I couldn't work out whether she had eaten the food or just breathed it in, 
but the plate was empty, and the seat she had been in was empty, I could 
hear her feet on the stairs.

10 minutes later she re-appeared, dressed in her brownie uniform, yellow 
top, brown skirt and brown leggings. And carrying her backpack. I felt self 
conciseness checking the clothing inside, change of brownie uniform, several 
pairs of knickers, a couple of vests, and two pairs of shoes - shoes! But no 
polish, found a spare tin and brushes in the kitchen cupboard, and put them 
in the pack, lastly I checked the cutlery, Billy-tin and tin-foil with oven 
gloves.

I made Kylie, unroll and re-roll the sleeping bag, to make sure she knew how 
to pack it tightly, then tied it to the top of the pack, checking that when 
she put it on it didn't hurt her, after all that it was still slightly shy 
of 8:30. What was I going to do until 10:00?

At a quarter to nine the answer was partly given, the telephone rang, I 
answered it, the female voice at the other end wasn't known to me.

"Err. Hello, I'm trying to trace Miss Becky Smith," From the use of her name 
it had to be some one who knew Becky.

"This is Mike Moore, I take it you're Nancy."

The voice on the phone sounded relieved, "Oh! Mr. Moore, yes this is Nancy, 
is Becky there with you?"

I said, "Yes, she stayed at Sharon's overnight with Kylie, she's currently 
watching television at the moment, I'll just get her."

I was about to put the phone down, when Nancy's voice could be heard, "NO, 
No please hold on," I picked up the handset and said 'yes?', she said "It's 
okay Mr. Moore, I'll speak to you - we've had a few changes here, and have 
to re-interview several people, I'd like to see Becky this afternoon, at 
about half-one? I have already spoken to her parents, and they're happy for 
this to be done, but I didn't know if you had any plans for Becky today."

I smiled at her phrasing, "No, Nancy - I've no fiendish plans for the girls, 
actually Kylie is going to Brownies Camp this morning and I was at a loose 
end as to how to keep Becky entertained. I'll be happy to bring her, but 
there is something you should find out first!"

Her words were cautious, "And what would that be - Mr. Moore?"

"After the way she was treated by your Dr. Dave - does she want to return?"

I could hear her concern in her voice, "You're right Mr. Moore, I'd better 
speak to her, but if she won't listen to me can you tell her that Dave is no 
longer here, we have a new chief of operations, and this is why we need to 
talk to her."

I said, "Okay Nancy - and my name is Mike, I'll ask Becky if she'll talk to 
you, please hold on."

I went to where Becky, and now Kylie, were watching the television, "Becky?" 
she looked at me, "Nancy is on the phone, she want to talk to you, they need 
you to go for another interview," Becky started to shake her head, I 
continued, "Dave is no longer there, they have some-one else."

She looked at me, "Could you come with me please Mr. Mike?" I nodded, "Okay 
then." She walked out of the room to the telephone. "Hello Nancy, uh-hum, 
uh-hum, only if Mr. Mike can come with me, uh-hum, uh-hum, okay, I will, yes 
Nancy, bye." And she hung up the phone.

When she returned she said, "I'll go, they want us to be there at half past 
one, you will be able to come won't you Mr. Mike, please."

I went to her and hugged her, "Of course I will Becky, remember?"

She nodded her head, Kylie joined us, and said, "I'm sorry Becky, but I 
won't be with you,"

Becky pulled her into the hug, and said, "That's okay Ky. I get to stay with 
Mr. Mike."

Kylie looked at me, "That's not fair! Why do I have to go to camp? Why can't 
I stay here with you, Uncle Mike?"

I looked at her, "But Kylie I thought you wanted to go to camp?"

She replied, "I do, but I want to say with you too!"

Becky held onto her, "I want you with me as well, but you need time with 
your other friends - so go with them, I'll be okay with Mr. Mike." - I could 
see a problem developing.

Kylie answered grinning, "That's it you want Uncle Mike to yourself don't 
you."

Becky matched her grin, "Awl. You found me out!" and the two girls started 
laughing together - but now the problem had solved it self in the two girls 
friendship for each other.

A voice from all our radios surprised us. "This is Brown Owl to all girls, 
don't forget the coach will be at the Church Hall at 10, please be ready by 
9:45"

Kylie looked at me, "But I'm ready already!"

I looked at her, "Yes, but some of the others might not be!"

A voice came over Kylie's radio, "Tawny, can you hear me?"

Paula's voice returned "This is Tawny, is that you Rachael?"

I listened in, "Yes Tawny, I've got a problem - mum says I can't go, she 
can't get the money from dad. I don't know what to do?"

Kylie said to me, "Rachael's parents are getting divorced, they keep 
shouting at each other, she keeps being told one thing and then another - 
she should be able to come but her dad doesn't want her to."

I took Kylie's wrist and pressed the talk button on her radio, "Tawny, this 
is Mike Moore."

Paula's voice, sounded relieved as she replied, "Hello Mike, how can I 
help?"

I smiled, "Well its more on how I can help you, or rather Rachael."

Paula responded, "I don't know, would Rachael like your help?"

A meek voice answered, "yes please Tawny."

I said, "If I can have Rachael's telephone number I could talk privately to 
her mother."

Paula started to say "I don't. . . ." and Rachael interrupted by giving the 
number.

I said, "Thank you Rachael, and Tawny if you have any other problem people 
just tell them to turn up at the Church Hall, ready to go. Okay?"

She sounded relieved, "Thank you Mike, but you know my name don't you?"

I laughingly replied "Yes, Paula I do, but this was Brownie business, not 
personal."

The radio responded with several voices going "Oooooohhhh!" which made me 
laugh again.

After saying goodbye to Paula and the listening girls, I picked up the 
telephone and dialed the number Rachael gave me.

She answered the phone, "H. hello? Is that you Mr. Moore?"

I said, "Yes Rachael, can I talk to your mother please."

I heard her put the phone down, and talking to somebody, who came to the 
phone, "Hello, who is that?"

I answered, "My name is Mike Moore, I understand that Rachael's unable to go 
the Brownies camp, Mrs.?"

She replied, "Chase, Sonia Chase, yes Mr. Moore, I'm afraid that I just 
can't afford to let her go this year, it is a pity but that how it is."

"I see Sonia, I may call you Sonia? - Good. I don't know how to phrase this 
Sonia, but will you let Rachael go - no there's no catch, and no 
obligation."

She laughed despite herself, "You're starting to sound like a double-glazing 
salesman, why are you doing this?"

I looked at Kylie, "Because I have a young girl here, who is Rachael's 
friend and would be sad if Rachael couldn't be there, so I being selfish - 
is that okay?"

I could her the smile in her voice, "If that's being selfish then yes, I'll 
let Rachael go, and thank you Mr. Moore, goodbye."

Kylie kissed me, "That's from Rachael, 'cos she won't be able to do it."

I accepted it and said, "Thank you Rachael, you're welcome." Kylie giggled

Then Rachael's voice came from her radio, "Hello Kylie, can you thank Mr. 
Moore for me please, I'll see you at the coach."

Kylie replied, "Hello Rachael, I will. See you." Then she kissed me again, 
"That's from Rachael again, I think she liked it the last time!" and she 
giggled.
_______________________________________________________________

We walked to the Church Hall, there was a coach outside it, Margaret, Joyce 
and Paula were waiting by the doors of the Hall.

Paula waved to me, "Hi there Mike, Kylie and Becky, isn't it?"

Becky nodded her head, I said "Hello, I hope you didn't mind my butting in 
like that?"

Paula shook her head, "No, I was relieved, Rachael's been having a difficult 
time at the moment, I'm glad you were able to get her mother to agree, how 
did you?"

I laughingly replied, "Blackmail, I told her that she'd make Rachael's 
friends sad if she couldn't come."

Paula looked serious at that point, "It wasn't blackmail, that would have 
been the truth, anyway thank you."  I went to Margaret and we spoke for a 
few minutes, there were a few girls who couldn't really afford to go, I 
agreed to sponsor them and paid their fees I then pressed the broadcast 
button on my radio.

"This is Mike Moore. Flamingo, flamingo, flamingo - all Brownies attention - 
All Brownies will report to the Church Hall, be prepared to leave for Camp - 
I repeat ALL BROWNIES no exceptions." I looked at Margaret, "I hope you 
didn't mind"

She smiled, "No Mr. Moore, I didn't - but if they all turn up it will be the 
first time we've had a full pack to the camp!"

The girls and their mothers - for the most part - turned up, ready for the 
coach trip, a couple went to Margaret, their packs seemingly depleted, a few 
looked towards me, one seemed to say 'why?'  I pointed to the laughing and 
happy girls - she nodded and spoke to Margaret.

Margaret waved me over, I approached the group, "Mr. Moore, these people 
would like to thank you for sponsoring their girls,"

One spoke up, "I'm not so sure, I don't want charity." - this was true, 
mention charity to anyone and they may take offence.

I replied, "Who said anything about charity? I'm sponsoring a group of girls 
to attend a camp. I've paid Margaret already so if you don't want your 
daughter to go then another girl goes for nothing. But as you can see all 
the girls are happy do you want to disappoint them?"

I'm glad to say they all seemed to agree and left their children to the 
charge of Margaret, Joyce and Paula. They started to check the packs of the 
girls, with some there was the barest minimum of clothing, some had only the 
uniform they were wearing.

I overheard their comments - 'How can they expect the girls to stay at a 
camp for over a week without a change of clothing?', 'Not even cooking 
utensils', 'Was it really a good idea?'

I spoke up, "Is there a problem ladies?" They turned to me, Paula nodded, 
Joyce just turned red.

Margaret spoke up, "Mr. Moore, although you have paid for the girls to go to 
camp, they haven't prepared their packs for the trip - some err. Essentials 
are missing. And I don't want to have to send them back home to get them."

I asked, "I take it uniforms can be brought at the camp?" She nodded, "Ah so 
it's the more basic items of clothing you're on about." She blushed and 
nodded, "I take it you're be passing some clothing stores on the trip - ones 
that would have these?" she nodded again, I reached for my wallet, took out 
some notes - about  500, "Would that be enough to help anyway,

She seemed amazed that I would offer to pay, but I assured her, "Its okay, 
the girls wouldn't be going if it wasn't for me, so I might as well ensure 
that they are suitably provided for."  She thanked me, and, with the help of 
Paula and Joyce, herded their charges aboard the coach, but I think they 
were heading for the local ASDA, before starting off to camp.

Becky looked at me, "Why did you do that Mr. Mike, they could have gone to 
camp as they were."

I looked at Becky, "But when all their friends have a change of underwear, 
and they don't, or if their uniform gets dirty, and they can't change it, 
how are they going to feel?"

Becky hugged me, "That's what I like about you Mr. Mike - You think ahead."

I said, "Well I do try!"

We walked back to my house hand in hand. When we arrived we drank orange 
squash, and relaxed, there wasn't anything to really do. At half eleven I 
drove into town with her sitting in the front seat - a rare treat for her.

We stopped at MacDonalds for something to eat, then went to the park, just 
to watch the ducks and to waste time.

At one o'clock we started to walk to the offices, Becky was slowing down 
with each step, I stopped at a bench and sat down, she sat next to me.

I spoke to her, "Okay Becky, what's wrong?" she looked down and didn't want 
to answer, I did think I knew what was up, but needed her to voice it, "Why 
don't you want to see Nancy again?"

She looked at me, "I do want to see Nancy, but I keep thinking that Dave's 
going to be there." I hugged her - she needed it.

I kissed the top of her head, "Becky you know Nancy said that Dave wasn't 
there anymore, so you don't have to worry about him!"

I heard her sobbing, "But what if this new man's the same, what if he thinks 
I'm lying?"

I held her, "It doesn't matter what they think. You know the truth, and 
you've told me, I will always believe you."

She kept sobbing and said, "But there's one thing I've never told you - he's 
got pictures of me, he said that he would show everyone at school if I ever 
told anyone about him. I.  I was too scared to tell you, he's got them 
hidden in his room."

I kept holding her, should I let her know the police knew? - what did I say, 
no lies, what about half truths or silence, both would hurt her in the long 
run. "I know about them Becky." She stiffened, I continued, "DS Nichols 
found them." She started to cry

"But that means", she started to say, "That everybody knows about. . ."

I had to stop her, "They know that Darren is a filthy perverted scum, who 
not only raped his sister, but made her pose for him. Which is even worst 
for him, NOT YOU, You have nothing to fear - the pictures will be destroyed, 
don't worry, all the time he's locked up he can't hurt you anymore." - Nice 
words, I might regret them later.

We got up and continued onto the offices again, Becky keeping up with me 
this time. Several police cars, their blue light flashing and sirens blaring 
away passed us.

When we entered the offices and followed the signs to the Social Services 
section a youngish lady met us, she was about 23 years old, and hugged Becky 
- I decided that she must have been Nancy, and was proved correct by Becky 
who introduced us.

I shook her hand, "Hello Nancy, I'm Mike."

She looked at me, "Well, you're not like the person I expected to see, Maria 
didn't do you justice! Thank you for helping Becky, you came at the right 
time for her!"

I smiled and shook my head, "No, Kylie brought her to me in time, I think 
Kylie deserves the praise more than me." I looked at Becky, "Do you want to 
tell Nancy about what you said outside, or do you want me to tell her."

She looked at me, eyes slightly widened, and shook her head, "Please Mr. 
Mike, I'll tell her," then she looked away and added, "Later perhaps."

Nancy looked at me, I shook my head, "I'm sorry Nancy, Becky is still 
expecting 'Dave' to appear and start calling her a liar again."

Nancy knelt down in front of Becky, "Oh Becky," she hugged the girl who had 
started crying again, "I saw the tape, and heard what Dave said to you, he 
was wrong, I knew you were telling the truth. That's why he's no longer 
here, I've got to introduce you to our new boss, your find out the truth 
then. Okay?"

Becky Nodded, Nancy took her hand then said to me, "Oh would you come as 
well, Mike, I think you'd be interested in this as well." She walked us to a 
door, the sign said Social Services Local Directorate, the nameplate below 
was blank. Nancy knocked on the door and opened it, behind the desk we were 
greeted by . . . .

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

Slightly earlier that day, Darren was transported to the courts, he was 
shown down to the cells under the courthouse to await his arraignment - as 
normal the cells were crowded. A brief description of the cells would help, 
these were built at the turn of the century, that is about 1905, brick wall 
on three side and the door on the forth, the cells were built to house 8 
people at a time -  things used to be busy back then.

One or two drunks were slumped onto the bunks, Darren waited his chance to 
check their pockets, although personal items were normally held until their 
release, sometimes the drunks would hide little things away.

A search of the pockets produced nothing, but in the sock of one was some 
cash,  250 in  20's and  10's - might be useful, the other had nothing. Both 
started to stir so he left them.

At 11 o'clock - an hour late, but for Darren it amounted to an hours 
reprieve, he was called up to answer the charges. Although the 
court-appointed solicitor had tried to get Darren to plead guilty to the 
mugging he didn't know what to do about the photographs - Darren told him to 
work on the fact that Nichols had planted them.

So he was brought up before the bench again, the same judge was present  and 
listened to the charges being brought against Darren, he turned to the 
prosecution, "This gentleman was before me last week I believe?"

The councilor nodded, "Indeed your honor, He was remanded pending further 
investigations, the Crown wishes to change the charge due to new evidence".

The Judge nodded, "I see, proceed with the evidence."

The bailiff of the court rose and said, "Your name is Darren Smith, of 21 
Purses Green." Darren agreed that the name and address was correct, the 
bailiff continued, "You are accused that on the 15th June this year you did 
assault and rob Mr. Joseph Green, 69, taking a quantity of money and a 
pension book - How do you plead?"

Darren looked at the Judge, "Not Guilty"

The bailiff continued. "You are also accused that - on the 22nd of June this 
year that you did assault and rob Mrs. Cassandra Monks, 72, also taking some 
money and a pension book - How do you plead?"

Keeping his eyes on the Judge, Darren replied, "Not Guilty"

The bailiff finished with, "You are also accused of possession of  a number 
of photographs in contravention of the child pornography act of 1984 - How 
do you plead?"

Keeping his face straight and still looking at the Judge, He replied, "Not 
Guilty"

Darren sat down in the dock as the prosecution called DS Nichols. He started 
to speak, "On information received, it was decided to search the defendants 
premises, particularly his bedroom, as he still lives with his parents. In 
the bedroom we found the evidence to whit, 2 pension books, hidden under a 
drawer in the bedside cabinet, when asked why he had them the defendant 
replied 'I was looking after them for a friend' when asked the friends name 
the defendant refused to answer.

We then searched the defendants wardrobe where a number of items were found, 
amongst which was a wooden box containing 50 Polaroid pictures, depicting a 
young girl in a variety of poses, many of them of a disturbing and 
pornographic nature, the defendants face was visible in several of the 
photographs."

The prosecution asked if the pictures were of several girls or of one 
particular, Nichols looked at the Judge, "Your honor, I would prefer not to 
divulge that information"

The judge, who had been show a sample of the photographs (Prosecution 
evidence no. 455877) answered - "I can not see what bearing such information 
would have in this case - you do not have to answer that question."

To which Nichols replied, "Thank you, your honor."  The prosecution sat, his 
job done, the defending council then rose.

"D.S. Nichols - you had previous arrested my client on a different matter, 
why now do you bring this set of charges instead."

Nichols looked at Darren, "The original matter has been deemed to be 
secondary, the actions of the accused against two elderly persons, both of 
whom ended up in hospital, demanded that this takes precedence."

The defense asked, "Now come on Detective Sargent isn't it true that the 
police have been under a lot of pressure to bring the attacker of the two to 
book, and isn't just my clients bad luck that he was in custody when you 
needed to produce somebody!"

Nichols grew red at the accusation, but managed to keep his cool, "Not at 
all, we had reason to believe that Mr. Smith was the person involved and 
that the proof was located at his premises.

The Defense remarked, "How convenient for you wasn't it that you should be 
able to find the books - rather quickly wasn't it."

Nichols replied, "I had no need to doubt the information, nor the source 
from where it came!"

"But from where did your information come from?" the question Nichols didn't 
want to answer, the defense asked again, "Where did the information come 
from?"

Nichols looked at the judge again, "Your honor, I would rather not reveal my 
source, due to the nature of the crime it would be better if that 
information was not revealed."

The judge looked at him, "Detective Sergeant Nichols, Although I understand 
the need for informants to be secretive, the question does remain, how did 
you know where to find the pension books."

Nichols looked down, he had to answer, "The major source of the information 
was from the accuses sister."

Darren jumped up, "The bloody lying cow, she's set me up"

The judge's gavel bounced off the block, "Order, Order - if there is another 
outburst like that I'll have you removed, do you understand?"

Darren nodded, 'this might work out after all', "Yes your honor, but she'd 
be able to hid the books there herself, just to frame me!".

The judge looked at Darren, "You'll have your chance to prove this when the 
case is properly tried" Then the judge looked at the pictures again, then at 
Nichols, "Detective Sergeant, you mentioned the accuses sister, how old is 
she,"

Nichols gulped, the judge was quite smart sometimes they just sat there 
sleeping, "She is nine years old your honor."

The judge looked at the picture of Becky, mouth open in pain - in the 
background a mirror showed Darren's face ecstasy etched on his features. He 
looked at Nichols, who nodded. The judge closed his eyes.

When he'd composed himself, he looked up - "I have seen and heard the 
evidence presented here, and agree there is a case to be brought. Due to the 
nature of the crimes brought here I will have to bring it to the Crown 
Court, the next available date is September 12th. - Detective Sergeant you 
may be required to produce your informant, please make sure she is available 
for that date. Due to the attitude of the defendant bail is refused, 
defendant to be remanded in custody until trial"

Darren was moved back to the cells, placed into a different cell from his 
last one, by a different guard. There was only one other occupant in the 
cell, Darren looked at him, "Hi there, how'd you get on?" the man looked 
bleary eyed at him, Darren held out his hand, "Paul Wilson, How do you do." 
The man shook it.

"Oh, I'm Michael White, glad to meet you Paul", Michael was still on the 
back end of a drinking bout, "Not too bad, community service - got to report 
at the station on Friday."

Darren considered this, "So you'll be out of here soon then?" He asked.

Michael nodded, holding a piece of paper up, "Yep, hand this in and get 
out."

Darren smiled, "Okay Michael White. Oh what's that over there!" A childish 
prank, which still worked when Michael looked Darren hit him, the walls and 
door hiding his actions - he quickly changed clothes with Michael, they 
smelt a bit, but Darren thought he could cope with this. He placed Michael 
onto the bunk, with his face away from the door. Then waited.

The guard wasn't too long in arriving, he held a clipboard in his hand as he 
opened the door.

"Michael White, if you'll come with me," Darren stood up - the guard didn't 
react, so far so good.  Darren followed the guard to the table. Yes the 
guard change had happened, none of these were here when he arrived.

He answered to the name of Michael White, showed the paper from the case, 
which was checked and stamped, he was handed 'his' property, wallet, car 
keys,  120 in notes,  5.50 in loose change, fountain pen, house keys. He 
signed the pad for 'his' property, told to report to the police station on 
Friday for assignment, and shown out of the court house, he ducked down as 
Nichols passed him on the stairs to the cells.

He walked to the doors, and out onto the street, he'd done it - remember to 
walk, don't run, he passed by a bank, watched a youngish woman run from her 
car to the bank ATM, she'd left the engine running, stupid bitch, anyone 
could just get in - like this, and drive off, yes just like this.

As he drove off he saw the woman running behind waving, so he put his arm 
out of the window and waved back. A gurgling noise from the back caught his 
attention, shit a kid - well a baby he pulled over went to the back door, 
took the baby out and left it on the pavement, went back into the drivers 
seat and drove off, as he drove he noticed a shopkeeper come out of his shop 
and pick up the baby.

Where to go, Not home, not yet, then he remembered a place he found when 
younger - inside a railway tunnel was a room, he'd never worked out why the 
room was there, but it was a great place to hide things, well now it would 
hide him.

He found the gate near the tunnel, and drove the car through it, making sure 
he shut the gate behind him, he drove the car down the works ramp and parked 
it near the tunnel, he looked in the back of the car, jackpot, the woman had 
done some shopping, tins of fruit, baby-food, other staple foods, enough for 
a few days anyway. All he'd have to do is lay low for a bit, and then . . . 
. Well, we'll see won't we, thought Darren.

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Sorry about the double cliffhanger - Just in case you're wondering what 
happened on Tuesday, the answer was not a lot, it was simpler to jump to 
Wednesday morning. The next chapter will reveal who's in charge of the 
Social Services office, and will show the Tuesday meeting.

- normal disclaimer apply - sex with children is not a good thing, it can 
lead to all sorts of persons admiring your body, normally behind bars.

- Sorry for the delay in posting to ASSTR (and subsequently to ASS) believe 
it or not it was writing this part that was taking the time.

- I do appreciate people who take the time to send me comments, complaints 
and compliments ( I prefer the latter, but hey!)  If you do want to let me 
know if you're enjoying or hating this story I can be reached on 
wanderinglanes@aol.com . and will try to reply to all those sent.

Wandering Lanes 4th October 2001


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