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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - 32 (MF, slow)
Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 17:10:05 -0500
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Please find enclosed chapter 32 of my story,

May I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.


A single step starts a long journey  ;-}

    Wandering Lanes.


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The Girl With A Bicycle - 32
By Wandering Lanes

Codes (MF, slow)

All to soon Thursday arrived. I said to Kylie, "You don't have to go to this 
you know!"

She nodded. "I know, but if Becky's going to be there I want to be with 
her." We were in her room at Sharon's house, looking for a black dress or 
skirt and top, finally we found a navy blue skirt, and a plain black blouse, 
which was completed with white socks and black shoes, I was dressed in a 
dark suit ready for the funeral.

I took her by the shoulders, and held her close to me, she looked up at me, 
and tears were glistening in her eyes. "I'm sorry Uncle Mike," She said, 
"but I don't feel happy like this".

I just hugged her, I didn't really want her to go, as Paul said 'children 
should be having fun, not being shown death at their age', but when I 
mentioned that Becky may be going she couldn't be stopped.

I pressed the talk button on my radio. "Becky this is Mike, are you okay?"

There was a pause and Joan's voice answered. "Hello Mike, Becky's crying at 
the moment, Paul told her of the funeral yesterday and she said she had to 
go, but today she's having second thoughts"

Kylie spoke into her radio. "Hello Joan, this is Kylie, can Becky hear me?"

There was a slight pause, and then Becky's voice was heard on the speakers. 
"Hu. . Hello Ky. I'm here"

Kylie answered her in mock anger. "Becky Smith, I'm all dressed up and 
pestering Uncle Mike to take me so that you'll have a friend with you.  I 
don't want to be there and find out you didn't come, we're friends and 
friends will always be there for each other, so I want you to be dressed and 
waiting for me at the church, I'll sit with you, okay?"

Becky's voice sounded as if it was catching in her mouth, "O. . Okay, Ky. 
If. You're. G. . Going. To. B-be. There," Then a rush of words, 
"I'llbetheretoo" and then a short silence.

Joan's voice then spoke up. "Hello Mike and Kylie, Becky will be there, 
Kylie, I'll make sure Becky won't let you down, I'd better go now."

I looked at my watch, there was enough time to pick up Sharon from work and 
then to go onto the Church, we hurried off to the car, Kylie sat in the 
front (it did seem to help her) and we drove off to the paper's offices.

Sharon was waiting for us as we arrived and got into the back, once she was 
belted in we started off for the Church.


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The funeral was a quiet affair, two coffins side by side in the aisle of the 
church - between the coffins was an urn, which contained the ashes of 
Darren.

Becky dressed in black sat in the front pulpit with Kylie beside her; they 
were both holding hands comforting each other softly, beside them sat Paul 
and Joan.

Behind them I sat with Sharon, with us was DS Nichols the remainder of the 
people were friends of George and Mildred from their respective workplaces, 
when Becky had turned up several people could be hear to mummer  'poor 
child, no one now to look after her', and many an eyebrow was raised when 
she hugged Sharon and myself.

I'll gloss over the service, the priest gave an eulogy on the life of 
George, Mildred and Darren, I notice that he didn't have much to say about 
Darren but concentrated on George and Mildred, he mentioned that they left a 
gap in the life of their daughter Rebecca, who I noticed was crying at that 
point.

I went to her and offered to take her outside until she could compose 
herself, but she shook her head, saying that they were her parents and she 
had to remain with them for as long as she could - I was proud of her.

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The pall bearers took the weight of the coffins and started their slow trek 
to the churchyard, the girls were behind the head undertaker who was 
carrying the urn, and the rest of the congregation followed the girls.

Becky clung to me as her parents were lowered into the ground, crying into 
my arm as they descended, I said to her "The worst part is over now, we can 
move away from here if you want", again she shook her head remaining at the 
graveside until all the guests had moved off, some throwing handfuls of dirt 
into the grave.

The head undertaker asked us what we wanted to do with Darren's ashes, 
Becky's first response was to have them thrown on the compost heap, I 
suggested that the urn was placed at the feet of the coffins, that way he 
would always be a support to them in death as he tried to pretend to them in 
life. Becky smiled at this and agreed, which was a relief to the undertaker 
- if not the churchwarden, who had to maintain the churchyard and didn't 
want ashes on his compost.

She thanked DS Nichols for coming - he said that he felt it was only right 
that he should make an appearance on behalf of the police. He added "Don't 
worry, things will turn out for the best!" - He nodded to Sharon and myself 
and left, this left the priest, Joan, Paul, Kylie, Becky, Sharon and myself 
in the churchyard along with the verger who was waiting with shovel in hand 
ready to fill in the grave.

We walked back to the church, with the priest talking to Becky, at one point 
she looked up at him and said, "Well God may have forgiven Darren, but I 
haven't" and she walked away from the shocked man to hold onto my hand, "Mr. 
Mike," she said, "Can we go now?"

I nodded, and we went to our cars, I arranged with Paul that we'd go to a 
restaurant for lunch, to make a change from the normal fast foods that the 
girls were used to. When we arrived at the restaurant we were shown to a 
table set out for six, the girls were amazed when they were handed their own 
menu and were able to order their meals.

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While we were waiting for the food, Paul confided in me, "You know, I've 
never been out to eat with prospective foster parents before, there's 
normally a policy of non-fraternisation from the Social Services, but I 
spoke to Maria first and she said that she couldn't see any problems. In 
fact she seems to want us to get to know each others, I wonder if she's 
trying to prepare you for disappointment."

I nodded, "Yes, I agree, but as I said to Joan - I am making plans about 
that, but I must admit I hadn't thought of how Social Services would feel 
about us meeting so often, I think its against some regulation or another."

He laughed, "Well I think Maria's trying to make up new regulations for us, 
I'm surprised that the head office staff haven't tried to re-assign Becky, 
she's been having too much fun with us. Did you know that Stacy has been 
round a couple of times since Monday?"

I shook my head, "Is that causing a problem? I mean I could get Kylie to ask 
her not to go round to you, that is if you want?"

Paul looked at me slightly shocked, "Not at all, quite the reverse in fact. 
Do you know how many kids from the neighbourhood we've had round in all the 
years of fostering children?" at the shake of my head he continued, "None! 
Do you realise how difficult that makes things - trying to get a 'normal' 
lifestyle without friends is tough for children, they need others kids who 
won't be in a pecking order, which is how foster children seem to react, the 
kids who'd be with us the longer would pick on the newer ones." I went to 
interrupt but he continued, "I know that families will always argue, but 
somehow it's different in foster homes, they're never at ease, knowing they 
could be moved to another family, this causes resentment and arguments. Now 
we're just a short term stopover for some, the longest length of time we 
ever looked after kids was 4 years." He smiled, "That was Maria, she was one 
of the lucky ones, her next foster parent were able to continue what we 
started, and we were allowed to offer her help when she needed it as well. 
No what I am trying to say is that Becky is the type of daughter we would 
want to keep, it would have helped if she wanted to stay with us, but her 
heart is set on staying with you and Sharon, I hope your plan does work, if 
not I might apply for permanent fostering myself."

I tried to keep my face still, although I trusted and liked Paul, I still 
wanted to adopt Becky, but I had to confront the idea that I might fail, in 
which case Paul and Joan would be the type of parents that Becky would need. 
"I like that idea Paul, but I'm afraid I'm still hoping that I'll succeed. I 
hope you won't mind?"

He shook his head, "Hell no, as I said you're the one that she wants to stay 
with, I just think she needs to know that whatever happens she'll be safe." 
I looked at Becky who was talking to Joan, she noticed my gaze smiled and 
carried on. I turned my attention back to Paul.

"You know Paul," I said, "I think she already knows," He had followed my 
eyes and nodded, I continued "I think the main turning point was when Maria 
let her know that she was once in her position, its showing her that 
although things are bad, they're better than she thought. That sounds 
confused I know, I can't really can't say the words I need to explain it."

Paul laughed, "I know what you mean though, she needs to know that we'll all 
support her when she needs us, which is what we're both trying to do." I 
nodded, he carried on, "I think we don't need to try too hard - if she can't 
talk to you or Sharon she now knows Joan and I are available, or even Maria 
and Nancy. So I think she's going to be fine if we all pull together."

I had to agree with that, and we settled down to eating the meal, which was 
being served by the waitresses.

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I offered to take Becky with Kylie, Sharon and myself following the meal, 
but she said she was tired out and only wanted to rest, so Paul and Joan 
took her back with them.

As we were travelling back Kylie, who was sitting in the front, said. 
"Thanks for letting me come, I felt that I had to be there for Becky."

Sharon, who was sitting in the back said, "I thought that was nice of you to 
stay with her during the service."

Kylie shook her head. "She needed me there, I know she still needs me."

I said to her, "She needs all of us, but at the moment Paul and Joan are 
with her, they understand what she's feeling and will look after her."

Kylie wouldn't be pacified, "But they don't really know her, I do! I should 
be with her." I had a thought; I pulled the car over to the side of the road 
and looked at Kylie.

"Do you really feel that?" I said - Kylie nodded. "Then how do you feel 
about staying in a strange house overnight?" She looked at me, her eye wide 
- then she nodded, I lifted the radio to my mouth and pressed the talk 
button. "Becky, can I talk to either Joan or Paul please."

There was a small pause then Joan's voice replied, "Hello Mike, is there a 
problem?"

I smiled as I replied, "Not really, but how do you feel about having a 
sleepover at your house, I've a rather lonely Kylie who wants to stay with 
Becky tonight."

After a few seconds Joan replied, "We can't see any problems with that, will 
you bring her over later?"

I looked at Kylie who nodded; a smile was on her face. "Thank you Joan, yes 
I'll be over later okay?"

Joan's voice was happy, "That's fine Mike, we'll see you and Kylie later 
then, bye."

Kylie said to me, "Thanks Uncle Mike, you don't mind me staying there do 
you."

I smiled and shook my head. "No pumpkin, it gives me a full night with your 
mother, without any disturbances, so I should be thanking you!"

She laughed, "Uncle Mike! I haven't disturbed you that much! Have I?"

I ruffled the top of her head. "No, you've been very good, now let's take 
your mum back to work."

As I was driving Sharon back into town I was thinking of the McGruder's and 
wondering if they could benefit from the radios, I decided to pay a visit to 
Greg's and see if he had any available.

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We entered the store - Greg looked up and smiled. "Hi there Mike, glad to 
see you. Well it's taken off, we've got orders from all over the country, 
the supplier's working flat out and moaning about luck." His smile grew 
larger, "We've been able to reduce the price even more, and we're still 
making a profit - you know you're a marvel."

Modesty stopped me from answering, instead I said. "I've got another idea, 
how about tracker's for children." At his blank look I expanded the idea, 
"Simple trackers able to be sewn into clothing, and the mothers would have 
the finder unit, keep them to one frequency only, and to automatically react 
when they're, I don't know, say 200 yards away from each others unless the 
parent presses the find button. Sell them as a passive watchdog. Include a 
panic button that will activate all finders within range, that way all those 
in the area will be able to help find any lost children."

Greg seemed to get the idea, as he wrote down what I was saying, and then he 
added. "Well, we'd need to make the trackers waterproof and heatproof, just 
in case they get washed by mistake, but we wouldn't need the radio part so 
there's less outlay on that, I suppose you mean for toddlers and younger 
children, so they should be colourful as well but that's all part of the 
packaging. If we could get the police to agree to keep a monitor watch as 
well . . . Hell Mike this could be a best selling range, how did you think 
of it?"

I shrugged. "I just thought how simpler it would be should children go 
missing, we wouldn't have to rely on the Brownies to search, and all parents 
would be involved. And the search time would be greatly reduced."

Greg smiled, "And we'd get the credit for producing the dammed gadget! 
You're really a marvel Mike, we'd clean up in the market!"

I nodded then added, "We will do, if the others don't realise the potential 
of the trackers - get the idea fleshed out and patent it, then see if the 
manufacturers are interested in another deal, Oh and don't forget that other 
idea about shopping centres, try selling it as an invisible tether."

"The invisible tether?" He repeated, "well its one thing to call it, or The 
Remote Nanny - Hey! That's not bad you know." He saw the look on my face, 
"Okay Mike I'll get on to it. Now was there anything else?"

I had to think, I know I came into the shop for something. Then I 
remembered. "Yes, do we have any spare master units?"

He reached behind the counter and removed two radios, he checked that they 
were the right type, and then handed them over, "Here you are, on the 
house." I looked at him with suspicion; he amended his statement, "Well, it 
seems I overcharged you when you brought the original batch, so this makes 
up for it!"

His face held an honest charm as if daring me to disbelieve him, I nodded 
and accepted them, and then I said, "You know if we changed the strap on 
these units then we'll be able to identify them easier."

He smacked his hand on his forehead, "You know you're right, I suppose 
that's why you're the brains and I'm the s... shoveller," his eyes had 
remembered Kylie was with me, and managed to stop his mouth in time, but by 
the grin on her face she'd already placed the missing word.

I checked that the batteries were at full charge and tuned the radios to a 
currently unused frequency, but with their status as master units they had 
the broadcast facility. I gave the radios to Kylie to pass onto the 
McGruder's with a sheet of instructions from Greg on how to use them.

She smiled as she studied them, then looked at me, "Why are you giving them 
these?" she asked.

I tried to be honest with her, "I really don't know, I think I want them to 
be able to talk to us if they need to, Paul did say that they didn't have 
many visitors while they're looking after children, in fact he was happy 
that Stacy was visiting Becky, it gives them the feeling that they are a 
real family, with friends visiting, I'm told it made an improvement in their 
lives."

Kylie nodded, "Yes, Stacy was feeling lonely, she doesn't have many friends 
where she lives, and when she found out where Becky was she was so happy." 
Her manner changed and she was serious again, "Uncle Mike, do you think 
Becky would be allowed to join the Brownie pack? I mean she did mix in with 
us so well, and she'll meet new friends as well."

I smiled, "If Paul and Joan say okay then I can't see why not, I'll pay out 
for the uniform so that they don't have to splash out for them." I said.

Kylie giggled, "You don't have to you know, we can afford them ourselves", 
which of course was true. I wasn't used to not having to pay out, it came as 
a bit of a shock!

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I drove Kylie to Sharon's house, where she ran upstairs to pack a bag for 
the sleepover she was planning, I noticed she'd even packed a book to read, 
but when I asked her she said, "No, its for Uncle Paul to read to us." When 
I tried to point out that he probably wasn't used to reading bedtime stories 
to children, she added, "Well then, if he's going to look after Becky, he'd 
better get used to it!" Which made me laugh.

As I was driving Kylie to Paul's we went pass Becky's house to see a large 
removal van outside, I stopped the car and asked the driver what was 
happening, "Well yous see gov'ner. It's the council, they've decided that 
since the Smiths are no longer with us, they'd taken the house back."

Kylie asked, "What about Becky's stuff, what's going to happen to it?"

The driver sucked on his teeth for a moment thinking, "Well, miss, we takes 
it into storage and if its not claimed within six months then its disposed 
of, ain't got that much space y'see, but its safe and dry while we've got it 
stored."

I asked. "How can a family member claim back some of the property?"

He thought about this for a moment, then said, "Well, we've got papers here 
that tells how to do it, don't think they's too complicated, a child of 5 
could do it," He laughed at this and added, "But we ain't got one here to 
help us."

Kylie looked at him and said, "Well, Becky's 9 which is almost two 5 year 
olds put together so she should be able to do it in half the time!"

The driver was slightly taken aback by her quickness. "Err. Yes, I's suppose 
so!" He handed over some forms which had the address of the storage depot on 
them, he wrote down a number on the top of the form, "This 'ere's the job 
number - the whole lot will be stored under that, as I's says all you haveta 
do is fill out the forms and turn up, don't forget we'd need proof of 
identity before we's let you walk away with anyfing. Okay?"

I said it was, just then two men walked out with a wardrobe, Kylie saw a 
dolls head sticking out of a drawer, "That's Becky's favourite dolly, can we 
take it to her please?"

The driver sucked on his teeth again, "Well's I's don't know, shouldn't 
really 'cause it's not yours y'sees. And it's more than my job's worth to 
lets yous just take it, how do I know yous won't just keep it."

I could see Kylie was starting to get annoyed, but then noticed a policeman 
arriving in a patrol car, when he saw me he said, "Oh its you Mr. Moore, How 
is Becky?"

It was the same officer that Nichols had assigned when we picked up clothing 
for Becky, I replied, "Well, she's okay but it was her parents funeral this 
morning, so she's not really herself at the moment . . . "

Just then Kylie broke in, "Officer can you help us? I want to get Becky's 
favourite dolly but these men won't let me!"

He smiled at her, "Just hold on for a moment," he said and walked to the 
van, after a few minutes he returned carrying the doll in question, "Here 
you are, Kylie isn't it?"

She nodded and accepted the doll, "Thank you, I think Becky's been missing 
her, it was the only one Darren hadn't touched, I don't know what she would 
have done if I hadn't rescued her."

I said to the officer, "Thank you, Kylie's going to be sleeping at the 
McGruder's overnight with Becky so she'll be able to pass the doll over 
then."

He smiled, "That's okay Mr. Moore, we know how much you feel for Becky, so I 
wasn't worried, can you pass on our best wishes to her please."

I said I would, then Kylie piped up with, "If Becky's allowed to come with 
the Brownies we'll see you on Sunday."

"Well if Becky is going to be with you then I'll let the others know, I'll 
probably see you there then," he said, "Take care." He added as he went back 
to his car.

We returned to my car, Kylie looked at me, "You know, " she started, "Ever 
since Becky ran away that second time, the police have been different."

I turned to her, "In what way?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, well, yes I do, they're less frightening, they 
seem more, more. . . "

"Human?" I said, she nodded - I smiled. "Well of course they're human, it's 
just the job they have to do means that they normally see the worst of 
people, but when they're helped they appreciate it just as anyone else does, 
that means they'll react differently to you, do you see?"

Again she nodded, and then she asked, "Will you be going to the police 
station with us?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so, it's suppose to be a Brownies outing, 
and I'm not a Brownie am I."

She thought for a moment then said, "As a friend of the Brownies you are!" 
which stumped me for an answer, I had to resort to the normal adult response 
of  'we'll just have to see!' which seemed to mollify her.

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I arrived at the McGruder's with Kylie, Joan was at the door waiting for us 
to leave the car, Kylie ran up to her, "Hello Aunt Joan, can I go up to 
Becky please."

Joan smiled at the words, "Of course you can Kylie, and I'll have a word 
with Mike for a few minutes." Kylie handed her the radio and carried on into 
the house, Joan looked at them and then at me. "What's this Mike, did you 
want Becky to have a spare?"

I laughed and shook my head, "No Joan, it's my gift to you and there's 
another one for Paul, this is a master unit, its like Becky's radio but will 
allow you to talk to everyone within range."

She examined it closely, I showed her how to tune it to different 
frequencies, and how to start the tracker, she looked up at me while I was 
telling her this, "Is this how you found Becky the second time?" I nodded 
and explained the remote tracker to her, adding that the other radios 
shouldn't be on the same frequency.

She smiled, "I don't think I'll remember all that at one time," she said, 
and then added, "But why are you giving us these?"

I had to stop and think for a moment, why did I want Joan and Paul to have 
them? "I suppose its just in case my plan isn't so cunning after all! I want 
to be able to talk directly to you both and to Becky, I hope you don't 
mind?"

She shook her head, "Of course not Mike. I know Maria trusts you, which 
means a lot to us, plus the way Becky response to you - I don't know how 
she'll react if you do lose, all I can say is you bloody well better not!" 
this last was with a less than serious grin on her face.

I smiled at her words,  "I can only say I'll try, now. What was the word you 
wanted - I've got a dictionary if you need it?"

She groaned at the pun, I'm glad to say, and invited me into the kitchen. 
She invited me to sit down while she made a pot of tea, as we were drinking 
the brew she started to talk,

"I know how you feel about Becky, she's grown on us as well, which I think 
Paul told you at lunch?" I nodded, "I'd better let you know that we have 
asked Maria if we could adopt Becky to look after until she's of age, that 
is if your application fails of course. We had thought about this with a 
couple of the children we've looked after, Maria was one - and you can see 
how she turned out, the second one," she looked down at the floor, "Well, 
lets just say we failed with him, we still place flowers on his grave on his 
birthday, he was passed onto another couple before he was ready. We don't 
want this to happen to Becky - you're right she does deserve better than 
she's had, and it isn't fair that her happiness is disrupted because of 
bureaucrats." She spat out the last as if it left a foul taste in her mouth.

I nodded, "Yes Becky does that to people, she can be very direct, but there 
are untapped levels to her that needs encouragement to develop, and to be 
honest I couldn't think of any one I would be happy to lose her to than you 
and Paul."

Joan smiled at my words, "Thank you Mike, but you know what Maria said?" I 
shook my head, she laughed and said, "She said 'don't worry about that, Mike 
is bound to adopt Becky.' Almost as if she knew something we don't, you 
haven't told her your plan have you?"

I shook my head, "No, I've just told Sharon, Kylie, you and Paul - I don't 
think I've even told Becky."

A voice from behind us said, "No, Mr. Mike you haven't, why do you need 
one?"

We both turned round to see Becky and Kylie standing in the doorway, Kylie 
was just behind her shaking her head.

I said in a calm voice, "Hello Becky, I may need a plan for later on, to 
convince John that its okay to let me adopt you, I didn't want you to know 
in case you started to worry over nothing. But how long have you been 
there?"

She ran to me, "Since Joan started to talk about Maria - I was going to ask 
you if I could join the Brownies?"

I smiled, "Of course you can, that's if Brown Owl will let you, and if Paul 
and Joan agree."

Joan was smiling too, now that she could see Becky wasn't worried, "I'm sure 
we have no complaints, and I think Stacy would be happy as well, she'll have 
a friend nearby."

Becky grabbed hold of my arm, "But Aunt Joan, I'm not going to be here for 
much longer, I'm going to be living with Mr. Mike and Aunt Sharon and Kylie! 
But I'm sure we'll be visiting you."

I hugged the young girl, "Yes Becky we will be, but what if I lose? Then 
what will you do?"

She looked at me earnestly and said, "But Mr. Mike you won't, I've got faith 
in you." Landing me with the woes of the world on my shoulders with her 
words! Now I had to win.

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I left the confident Becky and the understanding Kylie and Joan and drove 
back to my house, I had a dinner to prepare, although I must admit that the 
lunch had filled me up so completely that I didn't really need one, but 
there was something I had to do.

I re-tuned my radio to one of the Brownies frequencies and pressed the talk 
button, "This is Mike Moore to Brown Owl, are you able to respond?"

After a few seconds Margaret's voice came back to me, "Hello Mike, I take it 
this is a Brownie related call?"

"Yes Brown Owl," I replied, "I have an applicant for your pack, if she's 
allowed to join. She's nine years old and is quite a handful, you may need a 
responsible Brownie to be with her most of the time."

I heard the laughter in her voice, "I take it Mike, that you mean Becky?" At 
my affirmation she replied, "We thought she might apply and have already 
discussed this . . ." At this point our conversation was broken in with 
several voices saying, 'Please Brown Owl, let her join - Brown Owl, Becky's 
so much fun - We wouldn't mind her being in the pack' Margaret's voice then 
broke through "Now girls, serendipity" and the chorus was quietened. "Thank 
you girls, this is a private Brownie conversation between Mr. Moore and 
myself, when we have finished then you can carry on, okay? Now Mike, I'm 
sorry about that, where was I, Oh yes, we've already discussed this and have 
agreed that should she want to join then she can, all she'll need is her 
guardians permission and a uniform, but Kylie will know what she needs to 
wear, if you can bring her to the Church Hall on Sunday she will be allowed 
to join."

I smiled and replied, "Thank you Brown Owl, I'll make sure she's there, and 
thank you as well Margaret."

"You're quite welcome Mike," she answered warmly, then her tone changed, 
"This is Brown Owl, our conversation has finished you are able to talk now." 
This time there was a chorus of 'Thank you Brown Owl' and the airwaves 
started to hum with the excited talk of the girls.

I tuned my radio into Paul and Joan's frequency, "Hello Paul or Joan, this 
is Mike."

Immediately Joan's voice answered, "Hello Mike - did you forget something?"

I filled her in on the Brownies situation and she agreed that Becky could 
go, and then she asked about the uniform, "That's okay, Kylie knows what she 
needs, if they go into town tomorrow they'll be able to buy it."

I heard her doubtful reply, "I don't know Mike, I mean Paul and I don't 
really have that much to spare."

I said, "That's okay, I was offering to pay, but Kylie reminded me that they 
have enough money themselves, so don't worry."

I heard her puzzled reply, "They have enough money, how? From where?"

I understood her tone and replied, "The girls can tell you, if they want to, 
but it was embarrassing to them both so they may not want to, just trust me 
when I say don't worry about the money, okay?"

She gave a dubious answer and we both signed off, I then continued the 
preparation for dinner.

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When Sharon arrived home, I offered her a choice, "You can have roast beef, 
Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, Brussels sprouts, parsnips and gravy. Or 
fried egg, a lamb steak and chips! Which would you prefer?"

I didn't let her near the kitchen, and she was sniffing the air for a clue, 
then she said. "Well the roast dinner sounds nice . . . . . but I'm still 
too full up from lunch, can I have the egg, steak and chips!"

I smiled, "You don't know how glad that makes me, I wouldn't be able to get 
the roast dinner done until midnight!" I showed her to the dining room table 
where I had already served the dinner (yes the eggs and steak).

After dinner, and the washing up, Sharon walked up to me and said, "Quiet, 
listen." I strained my ears to hear whatever it was she heard, I shook my 
head, she smiled, "No noise, no children - we're on our own," and she melted 
into my arms, raising her head and looking very kissable, it was pure 
temptation, which I couldn't refuse.

I had deepened the kiss and we were slowly dropping down to the floor when 
my radio sounded. "Uncle Mike are you there?"

We quickly broke and looked at each other laughing, I said to Sharon "I'll 
answer this, you look for the video camera - she must have set one up!" 
Sharon's laughter rang even higher - I answered the radio, "Hello Kylie, 
what's up"

There was a smug answer, "Oh, nothing really, Becky wanted to say thanks for 
talking to Brown Owl, and Joan's arranging for us to go into town in the 
morning, Stacy wants to join us as well, Uncle Paul has said he'd read to 
us, but he said that his voice might not stand up to the pressure?  I don't 
know what he means by that! Is mummy okay? 'Cause I thought I heard her 
laughing in the background."

I smiled, "Yes Kylie your mother is fine, I thought you weren't going to 
disturb us tonight?"

I heard her laugh, "Sorry Uncle Mike, but I didn't think you'd be starting 
so early, you normally wait until I'm in bed before you and mummy . . . uh, 
have fun?"

"But Kylie," I said, "haven't you heard the expression ' while the cats away 
the mice will play'?"

She giggled and I could hear Becky laughing in the background, then Kylie 
replied, "No Uncle Mike, who is the cat?"

Sharon was laughing as well as making squeaking noises behind me, I said, 
"You are! Now can we poor mice get back to playing, or does the cat want to 
know anything more?"

"Meow!" Came the reply followed by, "Goodnight mummy, Uncle Mike, don't play 
too long."

"Goodnight Kylie, Becky. And behave yourselves, good people like Joan and 
Paul are hard to find!"

I turned to Sharon who was still giggling away, "Awl, did the big pussycat 
frighten the poor little mouse?" She laughingly said.

I smiled and approached her, "No, but the mouse isn't a mouse, do you know 
what he is?" She shook her head, "He is a big rat who eats little mice for 
breakfast, dinner and tea," she backed away in mock terror, I continued, 
"and do you know what time it is?" She shook her head again, I went to 
pounce on her and said, "ITS DINNER TIME!"

She screamed and ran up the stairs, I followed her laughing all the way.

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Sharon cowered in the corner of the room, "You don't want to eat me, and a 
small mouse like me wouldn't even be a mouthful."

I smiled, "No, but you would be a mouseful, but then perhaps I don't want a 
mouse, just a little pussy." I widened my grin at that atrocious pun

She laughed, "Mike you are incorrigible, do you know that!"

I nodded and said, "Well then encourage me, woman, encourage me!"

She licked her lips and approached me, the cat and mouse game now over, she 
started to undo the buttons on her blouse, which she started to remove 
showing me her lacy bra which was supporting her breasts.

I caught hold of her hips and pulled her to me, kissing her mouth while 
moving my arms around her back fumbling for the catch of her bra, which I 
managed to remove, then moved my hands to her skirt, this time finding the 
zip and buttons holding the garment on her body.

I manoeuvred her back to the bed, and standing back from her to allow the 
brassier and skirt to fall to the ground, she allowed the skirt to pool 
around her legs, she stood before me wearing just her panties and tights and 
shoes.  She sat back on the bed and allowed me to remove her shoes - I 
reached around her waist and grasped hold of the top of her tights, with her 
panties attached, and pulled them down, she leaned back onto the bed, 
watching me.

"Well," she said, "I'm ready, what's holding you up?"

I smiled, "My belt, without it I'd just be falling over."

She laughed, "How do you make that out?"

I tried to look serious, but failing, and said, "Well if they didn't hold my 
trousers up, I'd be tripping over them wouldn't I!"

She raised herself onto her elbows, "If you weren't wearing the trousers in 
the first place then you wouldn't fall over."

I pointed my finger at her, "You know, that's a good idea, hold on let me 
test it", I bent down and took off my shoes then I removed my trousers 
leaving them on the floor next to her skirt, I quickly removed my shirt and 
was standing in front of her with boxers only, "What do you know, it works!" 
and I launched myself onto the bed beside her.

"Now little mouse, what shall I do with you?" I said smiling

Sharon laughed, "Well if you don't know by now, I don't know what you've 
been doing before?"  I reached over and brushed her breast, then I lifted 
myself up and started to kiss her face, I then licked her mouth.

"You know you taste nice for a mouse," I said, she giggled, I started to 
move down her throat kissing all the way, kissing the nape of the neck and 
making fluttering movements, then lightly biting them, not enough to mark 
her. Then I moved further down to her breasts, kissing one while kneading 
the other, then switching over, raising her nipples to points like 
goose-bumps, I blew on them causing Sharon to shiver, then she started 
laughing.

I looked at her, "What's up?"

She kept on giggling, "I just thought, it would be at this point that Kylie 
or Becky would have disturbed us."

I shook my head, "You sound as if you want them to be here. Why, the thrill 
of the illicit?"

She kept quiet, but I could feel her body shaking with laughter, I said "you 
know there's a kink in you, I think I should look after you before you go 
too far one day."

This time she raised herself up on her elbows and looked at me, "Don't worry 
Mike, I'd never do anything stupid!"

I raised an eyebrow, and said. "Oh yes, then what about Becky? And what 
about your request to me to teach Kylie? Wasn't that being stupid?"

She squirmed under me, "Well, yes, I suppose so. I'm sorry Mike, but since 
Paul's death I wasn't really thinking straight, I needed to . . . to, I 
don't know, I think I was trying to keep you."

I stayed where I was, looking up at her, "How by bribing me? Getting your 
daughter to be sexually interested in me? Didn't you realise when we first 
met, I'm not like that."

She fell back, sobbing, "Oh Mike, I'm sorry, I tried to convince Kylie that 
you'd teach her everything she'd need to know, I didn't think that you would 
be interested in me for myself, and I would have done anything to keep you, 
the way you helped Kylie, when others would have done, done, done."

I moved back up to her and held her in my arms, hugging her as she cried. 
When she had calmed down I said, "Do you know what Becky asked me the first 
time we were alone?" Sharon shook her head, I gathered the memory, "She said 
- 'this thing with Mrs. Williams, you're just trying to get into Kylie's 
knickers aren't you?'"

Sharon burst out laughing, "She didn't. No I take that back, it's the type 
of thing she would say. So are you going to get into her knickers?"

I shook my head, "Are you kidding? I'd never get them onto one leg let alone 
over my hips! No I stand by what I said, I'll teach her what I can, but I'm 
not going to force myself onto her, whether she wants me to or not, our main 
problem is going to be Becky." At her look I carried on, "Yes, Becky! She is 
going to need family loving, and I don't mean sexual, she should be weaned 
off the need for sex and back in to the normal world of a young girl, she'll 
find someone when she's older, but we're going to have to look after her. 
I'm sure that Maria would be able to advise us if we need it, so what I want 
to know is - can you control your urges? And rely on me to keep you 
satisfied?" I kissed her lips.

She kissed me back, "Yes Mike, I'll try, now can we get back to what we were 
doing just before I interrupted us?"

I smiled and moved back down her body saying, "Now, where was I, I know I'd 
raised a couple of points, and I was going for the exclamation mark." I 
returned to her breasts, which had relaxed, but I soon had them back into 
their pointed state, once satisfied with them I started to move further 
down.

Sharon stopped me by saying, "Mike could you turn your body round please, I 
want to be able to please you while you're eating me." I couldn't refuse her 
request I pulled my body over her, and felt her hands removing my boxers.

I tried to ignore her movements on me as I concentrated on bringing her to a 
climax, teasing the clitoris, using my tongue and nibbling her slightly with 
my teeth, then found her doing the same to me, sending shivers up and down 
my spine, she really was good at that.

I decided that I'd had enough, I attacked her quim and clit with renewed 
vigour, until she couldn't take any more taking her mouth away from my cock 
and announcing to the world, "Ohhh Goodddd Mike, I'm Cummminnnggg."

I quickly reversed myself and positioned myself waiting for her to catch her 
breath, before entering her swiftly, she had almost brought me to climax, I 
could only pump myself inside her before spurting.

I started to apologise to Sharon, she just looked at me, "I'm sorry Sharon 
I'd hoped to bring you off again before I came."

She laughed, "but you did, didn't you feel me as you entered me, you didn't 
even let me finish the first one, but I hope you're prepared for a long 
night!"

I groaned, "You know, I wish you were a mouse, I might be able to look 
forward to a good night's sleep!"

She giggled, "But sleep is for dormice, we have the whole night ahead." She 
then moved allowing my body to lie back; she then amused herself with the 
lower part of my body, until she had brought life back to a certain part of 
me.

She then straddled my body, sliding down over my cock, with a satisfied 
moan, "You see Mike, it's still working," She then began the rhythmic 
movement, rubbing her body as she did so, I just laid back allowing her to 
do all the work (yes I know - it does take two), as she started to bring 
herself off on me, she said, "You know Mike, (oh yes, yes) I've decided that 
  (that feels good), I don't want to wait, (oh yes, god yes!), so I haven't 
been taking (oh god mike) taking the pill for the past few days, (oh, yes, 
yes) I, I hope, hope you don't, don't, don't mind? (Yes, yes, god, yes)"

I must admit her words didn't register, at least until after I came with 
her, then I realised what she had said, between moans, then it struck me, I 
reached up to her and asked her, "Are you sure?"

She nodded and said, "Of course I sure, I've still got them in my purse!"

I shook my head, and laughed (laughed?), "No, silly. I mean are you sure you 
want to have another child? You realise it could look like me? - Can you 
picture a poor girl with my face?"

She started to laugh, "Yes I'm sure, anyway just picture a boy with my face! 
Oh Mike, you don't mind me doing that?"

I hugged her, "Of course not Sharon, I think the two of use creating a new 
life is a wonderful idea, now do you want to try again?"

She carried on laughing, "Oh Mike, it's going to be some weeks before my 
body's ready, but that's no reason why we can't practise until I'm ready."

Which is what we did, we finally collapsed at about three a.m. - having to 
get up at seven! I don't know about practice making perfect, we certainly 
tried to make babies!

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On Friday I received a letter from the courts informing me that Becky's case 
was going to be considered on the next Wednesday, I got in touch with Hugh 
and he assured me that he'd been informed as well, and would be waiting for 
me at the court house, I got in touch with Joan and she also knew about the 
case and would see us in the court as well.

Then Maria called, "Hello Mike, I've just received word - you do know about 
Wednesday don't you? The case I mean."

I smiled, "Yes Maria, I've made sure that Hugh knows and also I've checked 
with Joan and she's going to be prepared, by the way Becky's joining the 
Brownies, if that's okay?"

Maria laughed, "Oh yes Mike, Joan did let us know, I think that's a 
marvellous idea, it was good of you to consider it."

Now it was my turn to laugh, "I didn't, it was Kylie who made the 
suggestion, Becky agreed to it, in fact I think they're getting ready to go 
shopping for the uniform now."

"That's good," Maria said seriously, "I'm glad Kylie is still looking after 
Becky, she is still vulnerable, and all the time this case is in the air, 
she's still on tenterhooks, to be honest Mike I wish the case was today, 
then it would be over and done with."

I had to ask, "Maria, if I do lose the case, will you let Paul and Joan 
adopt Becky, as they want to?"

She sounded surprised at that, "Oh! You know of that?" There was a slight 
pause, and then she continued, "To be honest Mike, I would, I know I'm too 
close to all of them to really have a cool head, but I don't think any other 
foster parents would really help her." Then after another short pause she 
added, "But Mike, I really do hope that you do succeed, it would be the best 
thing for Becky."

I thanked Maria for her kind words, and then, after saying goodbye, we hung 
up.

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On Sunday afternoon I pulled up outside the McGruder's where Becky was 
waiting with Joan, Becky was wearing her new Brownie uniform, and was 
holding a manual in her hand, I looked at Joan, "Good afternoon Joan, do you 
want to come with us?"

She looked at her clothing, then back at me, Becky tugged on her hand, 
"Please Aunt Joan, do come, please." Just then Paul showed up at the door 
Joan turned to him, he nodded, Joan stepped down with Becky, I gave her the 
choice of seating, but she chose the back seat with Becky, I made sure they 
were both belted in before driving off.

We arrived at the Church Hall, Margaret was waiting by the doors of a bus, 
with more Brownies arriving, I took Becky and Joan up to her. "Hello Brown 
Owl, This is Joan who is currently looking after Becky, and this, of course, 
is the troublemaker herself," This got me a rude look from Becky and a laugh 
from both Joan and Margaret.

"Hello Joan, I glad to meet you, my husband's said such nice things about 
you," This surprised me, but I kept quiet, then Margaret looked at Becky, 
"And hello again Becky, I understand you enjoyed yourself last week," Becky 
nodded her head, "And you want to become a Brownie?" She nodded her head 
again - she seemed to be dumbstruck. "You do know that you could be a Guide 
when you're 10 years old? So you could just wait until you're ten and join 
them instead."

This time Becky found her voice, "I'm sorry Brown Owl, but since I caused so 
much bother to everyone last week I owe it to them, so I want to join now . 
. ." Then she looked scared and added, "t. .t.. that's if its okay with you 
Brown Owl?"

Margaret hugged her, "Don't worry dear, we're pleased to accept you, but I 
had to ask, now let see, you have your handbook, you're wearing the correct 
uniform, I suppose I have Kylie to thank for that, I'll assign you to gnomes 
- that's Tawny Owl's sixes and its Kylie's group as well." With that happy 
news she ushered Becky onto the bus, she then looked at Joan and myself with 
an apologetic smile, "I wonder if I could impose on you both, we have all 
the pack going to the police station, and, quite honestly they can be too 
much for the three of us to cope with, I wonder, " she hesitated, then 
continued, "I wonder if you could help us out?"

Joan looked worried, "But I don't know, I mean Paul may get worried about 
me, " she looked at me, I smiled and held up my wrist showing the radio, she 
smiled, "Of course, how stupid of me." And she pressed the talk button.

I turned to Margaret, "She's new at this radio lark," I said with a smile, 
then added, "Well, Sharon's not expecting me, and I've got nothing else to 
do, so I'll be happy to help out."

Joan turned back to us, "Paul says its okay - I say isn't this fun." Her 
enthusiasm was contagious, we both smiled, Margaret showed us onto the bus, 
I saw Kylie and Becky sitting together, when they saw us board they started 
cheering, which started the other Brownies off, with Paula and Joyce trying 
to quieten them, without success.

I went to sit down near the driver, but was dragged to a seat further up, 
when I found another seat I was allowed to settle myself, the girls were 
still cheering, I stood up and held up my arm, when all the girls were 
looking at me I said, "Serendipity" it was like magic, the girls closest to 
me went quiet, then, like a ripple effect, the whole bus became silent, then 
I spoke again, "Thank you, now we have to start this trip before it too late 
and your parents come to pick you up, so let's keep the noise down to 
reasonable, okay." The girls remained silent, I looked at Margaret who was 
grinning away, she mouthed 'give permission', I nodded,  "I'm sorry 
Brownies, you may now talk."

The whole bus responded with "Thank you Mr. Moore." And the normal chatter 
of excited young girls was resumed, Margaret came up and sat in the seat 
beside me, I asked her,

"What just happened?"

She smiled, then told me, "When the word serendipity is used the pack must 
remain silent until they are given permission to speak, I don't know how you 
knew the word, but that was the right time to use it, and you gave the 
permission quite gracefully, did you ever consider to be a Brownie leader?"

I laughed, "No, I didn't think men could, I mean isn't it dangerous to have 
a man in charge of a group of girls?"

She shook her head, "Not at all, there are several packs with male Brown 
Owls, and they are doing quite well."

I shook my head, "I think I have enough to be going on with, but coming back 
to the word, you used it when I was talking to you, and it was strange 
enough at the time, but the way the girls reacted I assumed it was a special 
word in the pack."

She smiled and said, "And now you know, we try to use it only when we have 
to, it's either that or a strong, hard cane - but that leaves too many marks 
and the girls don't want to come to the next meeting." The twinkle in her 
eyes belayed that massive lie.

I laughed, "Well I don't see the cane here, so the word must be working." 
She just smiled, and remained quiet during the journey.

When we arrived at the police station Margaret stood up and motioned Joan 
and myself to join her, Paula and Joyce on the pavement outside, then the 
girls were allowed to leave the bus, lining up in a 'crocodile' formation in 
pairs.

Margaret addressed the girls, like a field marshal talking to his troops,  
"Okay Brownies, as there as so many of you we are going to split you into 
smaller groups, those of you tired of listening to Tawny, Snowy or myself 
can be looked after by either Mr. Moore or Mrs. McGruder, however should you 
start to make a nuisance of yourselves you will be reassigned back to your 
six-leader, now who want to stay with Mr. Moore?" All the hands were raised 
she shook her head, I'm sorry girls only 4 of you can stay with him, Becky 
and Kylie do you want to be two of them?"

Kylie looked at Becky then shook her head, "No thank you Brown Owl, I think 
we'll have a chance later, we'll stay with Aunt Joan. If she doesn't mind 
that is?"

Joan said, "Thank you Kylie, I think I'll need all the help I can get." 
Stacy also asked if she could stay with Joan and another girl also 
volunteered to stay with them. With the pack reduced Margaret assigned 4 
girls to my care - or was I in their care, I couldn't make up my mind about 
that - the other girls resigned themselves to their normal leaders, in these 
grouping we entered the police station.

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When we entered we were welcomed by the Chief Constable, he seemed slightly 
put out by my presence, and stumbled over his words when he saw Kylie and 
Becky again, but managed to put on a brave face.

"On behalf of the station staff I welcome you all, I read the reports of 
last weeks search and how you all helped towards it, and would add that you 
made a major contribution in coming forward and offering aid.

I've been told, by experts I might add, that such a search would have taken 
several days and even then we might never have found the targ . . , err 
person. In fact they were quite surprised when I informed them that the 
total time, that is from reported missing to finding was under one hour, and 
that the actual search took 15 minutes.

So to thank you all, we've invited you to see how the police actually work, 
we have several area's for you to look through, and please ask as many 
questions as you want, I do hope you'll find the whole picture very 
interesting, and thank you once again."

There were 5 officers standing in the room, each one was assigned to a 
group, my group was being led by a WPC, but she asked the girls to call her 
Ann, I did notice DS Nichols joining Joan's group much to the joy of Becky 
and Kylie.

Ann led us to the communications room, we were shown where all the phone 
calls first arrive and how they get processed depending on type, we watched 
as a 999 (911) call was received and a police car was despatched, then we 
were handed over to the Sergeant in charge of the room.

"Hello girls, err sir," he said, "this is the main communications room, as 
you can see we have a map of the area, and these pins shows where our 
officers are responding to a call," He stopped for a moment while the girls 
took in the map, then continued, "But last week we used the map for 
something different, in fact it was so different that we even took a picture 
of the map, and here it is." The photograph showed the map before us but 
with pins at points attached to which were elastic bands also attached to 
pins just off the map, these converged onto a square, and looking closely I 
could see the road name, and yes it was where Becky had hidden.

The Sergeant continued, "I must say this was the first time we'd ever done 
this, and as you know it was successful, How many of you girls were involved 
in this?" all four hands were raised, he smiled, "Thank you all for your 
help." A sentiment which I echoed, he looked at me, "What was your 
involvement with this?" when I told him he said, "Ah, so you're Mike Moore, 
I must say sir that by giving the girls the radios you've made our lives a 
lot easier, thank you." Now I was the one being embarrassed.

"That's okay Sergeant," I said, "but it was the girls who actually did the 
work, all I did was to provide the radios." He nodded, and thankfully didn't 
say anything more.

Ann next took us to the cells, and the girls were shown what the inside of a 
cell looked like, I noticed that the paint in that cell was still damp, and 
some of the deep etched graffiti could just be made out, but I kept silent 
about that, as long as the girls hadn't noticed, but as we were leaving I 
noticed one girl whispering to the others, who burst out laughing, I looked 
at Ann who smiled back and shrugged, I said, "Don't worry you did your 
best." Which made her laugh.

We were then shown an interview room, which took me back to when DS Nichols 
and DC Jones were interrogating me. Ann explained the use of the cassettes 
and how they're used in evidence.

The next stop was the charge room, but before we entered I noticed that two 
officers were dealing with a drunk, so I held the group back, Ann noticed 
and then saw why I had stopped, she returned to us, "Sorry," she said, "I 
hadn't noticed, I'm afraid that is one aspect of this job, you do tend to 
tune out the bad things that happen." Then she looked at me, "Thank you Mr. 
Moore, I'm glad you're here with the girls."

I gave a mumbled 'don't mention it' and we waited for the singing drunk to 
be removed, the song was a 'rugby' song, which meant it was very ribald, and 
not suitable for the girls to really hear. - Although again they did laugh 
at some of the words, I asked them not to repeat any of them to their 
parents, this they promised.

In the charge room, there was another Sergeant who talked the girls through 
how an accused would be booked into the station, have personal property 
checked and securely locked away, and then held in the cells that they 
visited earlier. They were then shown the photography and fingerprint room, 
each girl got their hands covered with ink, and a piece of paper with their 
prints on them, they were allowed to wash their hands off before we went to 
the canteen to meet some more policemen/women and to end the visit.

The canteen was full of policemen and women all talking to the Brownies who 
were there, the chief constable was also present and as all the girls 
assembled he started to speak again.

"Well, now you've all seen how the police operate and I hope have come to 
see that we're not always as shown on television, I would like to introduce 
our community liaison officer WPC Pembroke, she will be, I hope, a first 
line contact with, the schools and children of the area, at some stage we 
hope to furnish her with a radio such as the ones you have to allow her to 
talk to anyone, we'll arrange a special frequency on which you can contact 
her." He looked at me, "It would be nice if..." He noticed Kylie walking up 
to the WPC, and broke off speaking.

Kylie was saying, "If you do need a radio you can have mine," She took off 
her 'master' radio and handed it to the policewoman, "I've made a note of 
all the Brownie frequencies, and some others that we sometimes use, I think 
that if we need to contact you we should have a special word. When we need 
to talk to Brown Owl or the others urgently we use the word Flamingo that we 
repeat three times, I suppose a word like Bullfrog could be used? If nobody 
minds that is?"

Pembroke smiled as she received the radio, "Thank you Kylie, that's very 
kind of you, but won't you need your radio?"

Kylie looked at me, I smiled and mouthed 'okay', she looked back at Pembroke 
and said, "No, I've got a normal radio, and I'm sure that Uncle Mike will 
take care of anything else."

All eyes were on me then, I nodded and said, "Yes, Kylie don't worry about 
that, but I have to caution you that these radios are not secure, so if you 
want to say anything secret then I'd alert WPC Pembroke first by radio, then 
arrange to either phone her or to meet her, unless it is vitally urgent of 
course, also now that the police have a list of your wavebands I'm sure 
they'll keep a watch on them now and again," I looked at the girls, "so any 
secrets you may share on the air might not be secrets anymore." I said this 
grinning so that they knew I wasn't really serious.

The Chief Constable came in at this point, "Well that's not really true, 
anything we did hear would be kept in strictest confidence, except when 
there may be a problem, I can instruct our officers to mention when they're 
on so that you will know, and I'll only allow the WPC's to listen so that 
you don't embarrass the men here."

The girls gave a nervous laugh, they didn't realise that their radios would 
be monitored and that men would be listening, I stepped in and said, "Girls, 
I did warn you when you first received your radios that they weren't secure, 
but nothing bad has happened since you've had them, and I'm sure that you 
know the people here, aren't the type to blab your secrets," I turned to the 
policemen, and women, standing around, "Isn't that true?" they all said yes, 
I turned back to the girls, "Now don't worry about that, and don't let it 
put you off using your radios"

Margaret then spoke, "Thank you Mr. Moore. Girls, what do you say to the 
chief constable and his team?"  All the girls said 'Thank you sir', then 
Margaret said, "Form up behind your leader, and we'll return to the bus."

Again I was surrounded by my four charges who then lined up behind me, I saw 
Becky, Kylie, Stacy and another girl behind Joan who gave me an embarrassed 
smile, Joyce led the way, followed by Joan, myself, Paula then finally 
Margaret, we left the station and boarded the bus, I thanked the four girls 
who had been assigned to me, both for being well behaved and for not making 
a nuisance of themselves.

We returned to the Church Hall, the Brownies all excitedly talking about the 
visit, and how they'd been treated by the police there, Kylie and Becky 
making notes between themselves as to how that visit differed from their 
last encounter of the station and the people within.

At the hall, the parents were waiting for the bus to arrive, so Margaret 
asked the girls to repeat the Brownies oath, and I watched as Becky spoke 
out with the others, although she had to read the words from her handbook.

Margaret then spoke to the pack, "Girls, thank you for your conduct this 
afternoon, I can tell that the Chief Constable was most impressed, I hope 
you've all learnt that the police are our friends, and what is the name of 
the WPC who we can contact?"

A wave of hands went up into the air, Margaret chose one girl at random who 
spoke up, "WPC Pembroke, Brown Owl, like the coastline."

Margaret smiled, "Very good Cynthia, now girls remember if you need to talk 
to a policeman, then use your radio's to contact WPC Pembroke, I think that 
the word Kylie suggested, 'Bullfrog' should be used, because then we'll all 
be able to hop to it!"

The girls groaned at the joke, then Margaret said, "Thank you all, and we'll 
see you next week for a normal meeting, Brownies dismissed." And the girls 
disembarked from the bus to join their parents. Becky and Kylie remained 
with Joan and myself.

We could see Stacy looking around outside the bus, and then she returned to 
us, "Brown Owl, Mummy's not here, I don't know how I'm going to get home, 
'cause she's working this afternoon."

Margaret started to get flustered, when I spoke, "That's okay Brown Owl, 
Stacy lives near Joan, I can take her home, if she wants."

Margaret looked at Stacy, "Do you want to go with Mr. Moore, or do you want 
to stay with us until your mother arrives?"

Stacy looked down at the ground and said, "Well, mummy doesn't really know 
I'm here today Brown Owl, she was too busy getting ready for work, I mean it 
doesn't matter as long as I'm home before she is."

Margaret was shaking her head, "Stacy you know that your mother should give 
permission for you to come to Brownies," Stacy nodded, "Have you done this 
before?"

Stacy looked up and said, "Oh no Brown Owl, it was just that I didn't want 
to miss the trip  - I haven't lied to mummy before honest!"

Margaret watched the girl weighing her words, then she nodded, "Very well, 
but you are to tell your mother what you have done today, remember a Brownie 
is honest at all times." Margaret then looked at me, "Mr. Moore, do you mind 
taking Stacy with you."

I smiled and shook my head, "Of course not Brown Owl, She can sit in the 
back with Becky and Kylie, and Joan will be the chaperone and ensure nothing 
bad happens."

Margaret smiled, "Thank you Mike, I do hope that you'll be able to come next 
Sunday, we'll still need to see you after the fun on Wednesday, goodbye."

She quickly left the bus with Paula and Joyce, leaving me to wonder how many 
people knew of the impending court appearance.

We returned to the car, this time Kylie sat in the back with Becky in the 
middle and Stacy behind Joan, who sat in the front, the girls were talking 
away and at one point Stacy said "No! They didn't, but why?" which was 
quickly shushed by the girls and the whispered conversation continued.

When we got to Stacy's house she got out of the car, and said, "Thank you 
Mr. Moore, I'm sorry I've cause you any problems"

I smiled, "That's okay Stacy, but don't forget you do have to tell your 
mother what you did."

Her face dropped slightly, as she said, "I will Mr. Moore, Aunt Joan do you 
mind if I come round tomorrow?"

Joan smiled, "Of course Stacy, Becky and I will be please to see you," then 
she added, "As long as your mother doesn't mind of course."

Stacy smiled, "Oh no Aunt Joan, mummy says I can go round to your house any 
time."

She said goodbye to us and I watched her enter her house, to ensure that she 
was safely home, and then we went onto Joan's house. I smiled at Joan, "So 
even Stacy calls you Aunt Joan."

Joan nodded, "Yes, well Becky seemed comfortable with that and Stacy did ask 
me, I couldn't see any reason why not. I don't know what she'll do next 
week, but I wouldn't mind if she kept coming round."

Becky spoke up from the back, "That's okay Aunt Joan, I'm sure Mr. Mike will 
bring me here if you need me." Reminding me that I was expected to win the 
case.

Paul was waiting at the door when we arrived, and I'm glad to say Becky ran 
up to him and started to talk about the visit and how the police were so 
different from the last time they were there.

He thanked me for taking Joan with us, joking that she never gets out of the 
house, and he can never watch the television programs he likes! For which he 
received an elbow in the ribs, but both were smiling as this happened. We 
were invited in for a cup of tea, but I had to refuse, saying that Sharon 
would be getting worried.

And so we left Becky behind with Paul and Joan, but promising that I'd take 
some of the Brownies round on Tuesday, which was something Kylie had already 
arranged at the meeting.

We arrived at my house where Sharon had already prepared a tea for us, 
pre-warned by Kylie that we were on our way - "By the way Uncle Mike," she 
said, "You won't forget I need a new radio, I seem to have lost mine!" I 
smiled and said I would get one on Monday.

- 30

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As this is being posted on Christmas Week, may I wish everyone a Merry 
Christmas and a Happy New Year (or if preferred Happy Holidays) - I hope the 
coming year brings peace to us all - WL.

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- All normal disclaimers apply, basically if you're too young to read this 
type of story, then why are you here, you should know better than that!
- No actors were injured in the writing of this piece of fiction - please 
note this is all it is FICTION - i.e. not true.

- Sorry about this, I had hoped to finish the work before Christmas, but 
that's how it goes, the best-laid plans of mice and men - are buried 
somewhere out of the way!

- I would like to thank my regular contributors for their suggestions, I was 
given a nice twist about Margaret's husband, and I liked it so much I stole 
it, sorry! ;} - I also have to thank jvilnis - for asking about Becky's 
house (yeah thanks!) so I made them council tenants - then I thought so what 
about their property - enter the van driver (makes the piece even longer!!)

- Please note my revised email address wanderinglanes@hotmail.com, the old 
address has been closed down, any mail sent there since the 10th of December 
should be considered lost!!

Once again Merry Christmas, and I hope to finish this story next time, or 
the time after that - it getting like that again.

Wandering Lanes, 23rd December 2001.



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