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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - 34/34 (final) (no-sex, slow)
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Hi there guys,

Well here is the last chapter of the story, I hope it arrives okay, thanks 
for letting me post it on your system,  happy new year.

Peter.


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The Girl With A Bicycle - 34/34 (Final)
Wandering Lanes

Story codes (no-sex, slow)

I sat back in the seat listening to the music, beside me sat Greg, nervously 
patting his pockets, making sure everything was present, I looked around, 
there was only our friends present, which was expected, I thought back over 
the last month's events.

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Sharon had arrived back from her house holding a letter, it had the 
insurance association's crest on the back, and she didn't want to open it 
without me being there.

The girls crowded around us as she undid the envelope, her hands were 
shaking, and then she read out;

Dear Mrs. Williams,

May we first of all offer our condolences on your loss, we do appreciate 
that the actions of our member society has been less than satisfactory and 
we offer our apologises for their conduct, which is now under investigation.

With regards to your late husbands policy, we have studied all aspects of 
the case and agree that full payment is authorised, due to the conditions of 
your husbands policy we note that clause 21(b) subsection iii, indicates 
that the age of your husband was below 30, which means that the hardship 
clause is invoked.

This take into account your current status at time of your husbands death, 
you have one dependant, below the age of fourteen, and you yourself have no 
occupation, also due to the inconvenience caused by our associate member - 
we are authorised to double the payment, which was originally  250,000.

This means that we are please to grant you the enclosed cheque of  500,000 
which we hope will help you in this time of need.

Assuring you of our constant attention at all times.


  Justin Rhodes
(Secretary to the board)

encl.

Sharon looked inside the envelope again and found a cheque. She read the 
amount on it, and fainted. The girls started to panic, but I was able to 
calm them,

"Don't worry girls," I said, "It just everything has overwhelmed your 
mother," (yes I was including Becky as Sharon's daughter), "she'll be 
alright in a few minutes.

Becky looked at the cheque and whistled, "Wow Daddy Mike, that's a lot of 
money."

I smiled, "Yes it is, but don't you think she deserves it, both her and 
Kylie?"

Becky nodded, and then said, "But it makes things a lot better for you 
doesn't it?"

I frowned and said, "How does it make thing better?

She smiled, "Now you can live off mummy Sharon's money, you don't have to 
work, she can keep you, all you have to do is to marry her and it's yours!"  
Her mercenary side was surfacing.

I tried to look as if realisation was taking its time arriving, "I don't 
understand Becky! Why should I need to marry Sharon for money? Why can't I 
live off my own?"

She looked at me as if I was daft, "Daddy Mike, its simple, when you marry 
mummy Sharon then all her money is yours, I mean that is how it works isn't 
it?" Then she thought again, "What do you mean your own money? What money?"

This time I smiled, but Sharon's recovery prevented me from answering her at 
that time.

"Mike? Is it time to get . . . " Then she remembered what had happened, "Oh, 
yes. I'm sorry girls did I worry you?"

Both girls hugged her, and Kylie said. "We were worried mummy, but Daddy 
said you'd be okay, but why did you do that?"

Sharon looked at her daughter and held her, "You know Kylie, even with 
Mike's attention I still thought that we'd lose everything, Isabel has been 
good to me, but I'm not really the type of secretary she needs and I think 
she would be firing me soon."

Kylie's eyes were watering up, she said to Sharon, "But what were you going 
to do if she did?"

I hugged Kylie and Sharon, "I wouldn't worry," I said, and then turned to 
Becky again pulling her into the group, and said to her, "Do you want to 
hear the story of a decadent past?"

She didn't know what I meant; I smiled at her confusion, "Come listen 
children to a cautionary tale, one of misery, pain, betrayal and hope." I 
thought about the last bit and decided to keep it in.

Kylie looked at me, "What's the story about then, you haven't got a book 
with you!"

I smiled at her, "Kylie," I said, "for this I don't need a book, and it will 
tell you what Isabel almost told you and Becky some weeks ago, it doesn't 
involve bank robberies, or anything bad like that, but does show a touch of 
human nature - greed."

I gathered my thoughts and started to speak.

"About 3 years ago there was a lottery roll-over, well two of them one after 
the other, the prize money for six numbers was  25 Million, there was only 
one winner, and he took two weeks to claim his money."

Becky spoke up, she would! "Why did he take so long? I would have picked it 
up the next day!"

I smile and answered her, "He knew that people would be watching the lottery 
company for the first few days, plus he didn't really want to have the 
money."

Becky looked scandalised, "He must have been stupid, just think of what he 
could buy!"

I nodded, "Yes, he did think, he had a few close friends, his real friends, 
they convinced him that it would be better for him to claim the money, spend 
some on what he wanted or needed, and then live off the remainder for the 
rest of his life, and so he did.

But a few months later a national newspaper found out his name, and printed 
it with his picture, the local paper - finding it had a millionaire on its 
back door hunted for him. An obnoxious reported started to camp on the poor 
man's doorstep demanding interviews, then others turned up and were once 
found to be sorting through his rubbish, a call to the police helped but in 
the end an interview had to be given."

Kylie asked, "Why didn't he just move?"

I nodded, "Good question! But he'd been living in his house since he was 
young, it was his home and he decided that no-one would ever drive him out!"

Becky said, "Good for him, why should he be driven out by people!"

I continued with the story, "Well the interview was as hard as he thought it 
would be, but he hoped that would be the end of the affair. But he was 
wrong.  When he went out shopping people would come upto him most saying. 
'You won't remember me but . . . ' And giving a sob story in the hope that 
their 'old friend' would try to help them, then getting annoyed when he 
didn't. Then there were the 'old girlfriends' who wanted to renew their 
acquaintances with him, I'm sorry to say that he had a different girl nearly 
every night, and they all expected expensive gifts."

Becky, again, said, "But that's what every one wants, expensive stuff!"

I had to nod at that, "Then one day, one of these 'girlfriends' said he was 
the father of her child, from an earlier affair, now he didn't know the 
woman, but she insisted that he was the man she met.

She got a private detective to dig into the man's private past, and 
convinced her solicitor that she should try to get support for 'their' 
child. So the 'poor' man had to go to his solicitor to see what should be 
done.

His first piece of advice was to pay up"

"No way," said Kylie, "She shouldn't get away with it!"

I smiled at the ferociousness of her response, "That was what he said, he 
told his solicitor to fight, so they got a private detective of their own, 
they found out that the 'son' was almost identical to the man that the woman 
was living with, so his solicitor suggested that a blood test be done to 
check on paternity (who the child was related to, that means Kylie!), 
strange to say she didn't want that."

Becky giggled, "Because then they'd find out she's lying."

"Quite right, Becky, " I said, "So then our hero's solicitor passes his 
information onto the villain's solicitor, letting them know that should the 
case go to court then she would be counter sued for defamation of character 
and demanding money under false pretences, he also passed his bill for her 
to pay.  Her solicitor passed on our comments to the lady in question - who 
mysteriously disappeared without paying either her solicitor or his!"

Kylie said, "That wasn't nice of her, did he ever find her?"

I shook my head, "No, he never wanted to see her again, he paid his 
solicitors bill, and decided that his wayward life would then stop, he'd 
have nothing to do with women again. And he decided to live the life of a 
solitary bachelor."

Kylie said, "But he didn't stay that way did he? I mean it does have a happy 
ending doesn't it?"

I went to shake my head, but decided to finish the story, "Well he almost 
did, until one day, when he was out for a walk he met a crying girl . . .. "

Kylie's head came up and she looked at me, "Daddy Mike!" she said, "that man 
was you wasn't it?"

I smiled, "Yes Kylie," I said, "He was, he, or rather I, had almost given up 
in the world, when I met you, in a way you saved my life, so how better for 
me to ensure that your life is happier than it was."

Becky was thinking, "But Daddy Mike, if he, I mean you, won all that money, 
then why are you still living here, I would have moved to a much better 
place!"

I smiled, "But as I said, I grew up here, I was comfortable living in this 
house, why should I move? You don't need to show off if you have money you 
know."

She thought for some time, then said, "But then why didn't you tell mummy 
Sharon about yourself when you first met her?"

I turned to Sharon and asked her, "What would you have done if I had said 
straight away that I was a millionaire, and wanted to help you out?"

She shook her head, "I would have told you to get out and never bother my 
daughter again, I could have accused you of trying to buy my daughter and 
called the police to arrest the pervert."

Becky looked at Sharon, "Daddy Mike? A pervert! No mummy, he isn't"

Kylie smiled and said, "Well, he might have been."

Sharon smiled in memory and said, "He could have been, but he wasn't. But 
Becky remember I didn't know him then, he was just a stranger, worse he was 
a stranger with my daughter, he could have done anything with her because 
she wouldn't speak to anyone."

Kylie said, "But mummy you know that Daddy Mike didn't do anything."

Sharon said, "Yes Kylie I know that now, but then he was just another man, 
and some men are dangerous," at Becky's look Sharon said, "I'm sorry Becky, 
I had forgotten, you've been so happy since being with us that I did 
forget."

Becky hugged Sharon, "That's okay mummy, I'm a lot happier here."

I had to speak, "But what we're trying to say Becky is that sometimes money 
can cause more problems than solutions, before I met any of you I didn't 
need to spend the money, just enough for living, I've spent more since and 
have been happy doing so, I've taken more money out of the bank in the past 
few months than I have in years. Didn't you ever wonder how I was able to 
buy what I thought you needed, or to be able to supply the Brownies with 
cash to help them?"

Becky shook her head, "I didn't think, I mean adults always have enough 
money don't they."

Sharon said wryly "Oh no Becky, there are times when adults don't know where 
the next meal is coming from. Then we despair, but when you have children 
you have to hide your worries, that was why I had to have a job, the bills 
were starting to mount up," she then hugged me, "Mike was a godsend, he 
helped, not by giving me money, but by being able to look after Kylie when I 
couldn't. Sometimes that is all you need"

I spoke to Sharon, "Have you changed your mind about marrying me?"

She shook her head, "No, you are what I need in a husband, I'm just sorry 
that I had to lose Paul to find you." She then hugged Becky, "but I wouldn't 
have had the chance to have you here with us, so I say again, No I love you 
and want to be your wife."

Which was all that could be said, the girls were happy and so were we, I 
managed to convince Sharon to put the money into her bank under her name, I 
didn't need any more money, but I still wanted Sharon to have her own should 
she need it. She managed to get a good rate of interest, which ensured that 
her money would earn more just by staying in the bank.

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We spoke to the local vicar, who, although he did mention that he hadn't 
seen me in the church for some time, did agree to marry us after 4 weeks - 
we decided to publish the banns mainly to allow us time to arrange the 
wedding correctly and also the reception.

The vicar did say that he hoped to see us in church at least once before the 
wedding, not to mention the rehearsal for the event during the week before, 
he did mention that he hoped my best man would be a church goer - they like 
to ensure a good audience I suppose.

Then I though - Best man? Who could I get to do that? I would need a friend, 
one of long standing . . .

"Hello Greg." I said as I entered the shop, "I need a favour," at his look I 
said, "Are you doing anything on " and I gave him the date.

He looked at me, after checking his diary, "That's a Friday isn't it?" I 
nodded, "Well we're normally open on Friday's you know, I mean it would have 
to be something important to keep me away from the shop!"

I smiled, "Well, I don't know if its important enough, I need a best man, 
and I thought . . ." I paused at that point.

He jumped in and said, "Of course Mike I would."

I said, "Oh good, so you know some-one do you?"

He looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

I smiled and said, "I was going to ask you if you would suggest anyone who 
would be my best man, and you said you would, so who is it?"

He looked at me, "Mike, don't do that to me! Now if you want a best man then 
I'll accept, do you want one?"

I laughed, "Of course I'm asking you Greg, I couldn't think of anyone else 
I'd have to do the job, you know you could let one of those trainees George 
got you look after the place, that's what they're suppose to be able to do 
you know."

He nodded, "Okay, Mike I'll think about it."

So that was arranged, I knew that he'd let the trainees look after the shop, 
when he thought about something he'd finally let it happen.

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Which is why he's sitting next to me, getting agitated, I'd already made 
sure he had both rings, one for each of us, safely in his waistcoat pocket, 
but that wasn't why he was worried, it was the thought of some-one else 
looking after his shop!

The music was still being played on the organ, with the occasional fluffed 
note, but then I wasn't expecting perfection, the day itself was going to be 
that, or should be.

I took another look around, I could see Margaret and her husband, John the 
judge, they both smiled at me encouragingly, I remembered that Sunday, when 
I took both girls to Brownies and handed the Owl's their invitations, I also 
had to invite the Brownie pack, but was persuaded by Kylie and Becky to 
allow Stacy to be another Bridesmaid.

Stacy! - She was almost another project of Kylie's, but I managed to allow 
Joan and Paul to be the recipient of the work, her mother was working too 
hard and had collapsed at work, rushed to hospital, Stacy was found at the 
McGruder's that night, no-one had thought about her in the emergency, 
knocking on their door, they contacted Maria who checked around and found 
out what had happened, since she was with authorised foster parents she 
decided to allow Stacy to stay with them until her mother was better. And 
she'd been with her ever since then (three weeks so far - her mother is back 
from hospital but still requires attention, so she's decided to allow Stacy 
to be with Joan and Paul.)

How did she become a Kylie project? - Simple, some person (no names 
mentioned - but it begins with K) told Stacy that should she need somebody 
then Joan and Paul would be the ones to talk to!

Not that they've regretted it, they've seen so much of Stacy that it was 
almost second nature to accept her, and they were most happy when Sharon 
asked her if she'd be a bridesmaid.

Now the rest of the pack is angry, they didn't have the chance to be asked! 
You just can't win sometimes! But I think they've forgiven me, the back 
pew's are filled with the pack and their parents, well those who were able 
to get the day off at least.

I kept scanning the people in the church, DS Nichols was there and beside 
him were Nick and Sharon, I notice they were not in uniform and both were 
holding hands (I smiled at the memory of their being handcuffed together 
when they should have been watching Becky). Seeing Nichols reminded me of 
when he showed up a couple of weeks ago.

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

We had settled down for the evening, the girls were watching television, 
Sharon and myself were, well, I suppose you could call it making out, in the 
dining room when the front door bell rang.

Kylie jumped up and ran to answer it, when she saw DS Nichols standing there 
she invited him in, Sharon and I had untangled ourselves and welcomed him 
in, he looked around and said to me, "Can I talk to Becky please, and I 
think you'd better be with her Mike."

Sharon looked at Nichols, "Is it about the pictures?" she asked, when he 
nodded she said, "Then it concerns all of us, not just Mike and Becky." He 
looked at Kylie who nodded.

"Then okay, I'll talk to you all." We showed him into the living room where 
I directed him into an armchair, I sat next to Becky, Kylie beside her and 
Sharon beside Kylie. It was a tight fit, but we managed.

Nichols looked at us all, then concentrated on Becky, "We've managed to 
search all the furniture in the storage depot today, I'm sorry to say that 
we found another set of photographs," At Becky's shocked look her continued, 
"The officer that found them only looked at the first one, he put them all 
into a closed evidence bag, no-one else could see them. He checked the other 
pieces of furniture making sure that there were no other pictures and then 
brought the bag back to me." he swallowed, and then continued, "I'm sorry 
Becky, I had to look through them, to ensure that they were all, all," He 
couldn't bring himself to say the words, "well anyway, I made sure that they 
were destroyed, you don't have anything to worry about anymore."

Becky was crying onto my chest at this time, "You said that you wouldn't 
tell me!"

He nodded, then said, "But if I didn't then you'd always be wondering, I had 
to tell you so that there was no confusion, I know its causing you distress, 
but I couldn't just leave you in suspense."

I was hugging her, with Kylie holding her hands, she looked at Nichols, and 
then straighten up, "No," she said with a maturity that belied her years, "I 
would have worried that someone might find them on a rubbish tip, I'm glad 
you told me." she wriggled her way out of the settee, and walked over to 
Nichols, he bent forward and accepted the kiss she gave him, "Thank you, for 
looking after me!"

She walked back to us and kissed each one of us, "And thank you all for 
being here with me."

Kylie held her, "But Becky, we said we would be, remember we're friends and 
friends never let you down!"

Nichols shook his head, "I hope you always have that attitude! How I could 
have let that idiot Jones talk me into checking up on you I don't know! I'm 
sorry Mike, I should have trusted you."

I shook my head, "No, you did the right thing, regardless of how I appeared, 
he could have been right!"

He nodded, "Yeah. But not Jones! If he ever was right I'd grow wings and 
take to the air!"

I sniggered at the picture and then added, "Yes, and pigs might fly!"

I'm glad to say he got the joke, even though it was directed at his 
profession, and laughed as well, we chatted a bit longer, and then Sharon 
invited him to the wedding, he smiled and asked, do you mind if I invite two 
others? At our look he explained, PC Knapp and WPC Douglas, although I think 
that we're going to lose Douglas, love and the force don't really go on 
together," He looked at me slightly reproachfully, "And I did hope you would 
have told me of any, shall we say, improprieties while any of my officers 
are on duty."

I kept a straight face, but Becky was giggling, she remembered what the two 
officers were doing when we arrived back home, I said, "But I didn't know 
for sure that anything was going on, when I spoke to them there was no 
evidence."

He looked at me in the eye, then looked at Becky who was still giggling, 
"Okay Mike, if you say you didn't see anything I trust you," he then spoke 
to Becky, "And what about you miss? Did you see anything?" Becky shook her 
head - he looked at her giggling form, "Are you sure?"

Becky looked into his eyes and answered, "No, I didn't see anything, I heard 
them, but that wasn't what you asked. Was it?"

He shook his head, "One day young lady, you may get into trouble," he 
smiled, then added, "Or one day I'll learn to ask the right questions." He 
looked at Kylie, who just looked back at him.

We chatted for some more minutes, before he had to leave, we went with him 
to the door and waved goodbye, the girls said that they would see him at the 
wedding if not before.

I asked Kylie why she didn't react at what Nichols had said, she smiled, 
"But daddy, if I did he would have thought something was wrong, which it 
isn't." Well I suppose that was right!

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I smiled at the memory, Kylie always seems to know about some things - some 
understanding of human nature, she'd work well with Maria and Nancy, if they 
were still working when Kylie was of age.

Thinking about them, I kept scanning, saw Joan and Paul who smiled back at 
me, and beside them was Maria and Nancy. I waved to them and they waved 
back. Maria has been busy at work, and so Nancy has been working harder, 
doubling up with Maria's home visits as well as her own.

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Nancy came round earlier this week, she looked slightly frazzled, I invited 
her in to check on Becky, while I made a pot of tea, I walked into the 
living room to find the two of them laughing away, Nancy looked at her 
watch, "You know Becky, I'm suppose to spend an hour with you, checking that 
everything is okay, but I could go right now," she looked at me and 
continued, "because its obvious that Becky's doing well here", she got up to 
go, but I stopped her.

I was watching the way she got up, her shoulder seemed a bit stiff, "Are you 
alright Nancy?" I asked her.

She saw where my gaze was aimed and moved her arm, she grimaced while 
raising it, "No, I've been having some problems with it lately."

I went behind her, "Do you mind if I touch you?" I asked her, when she 
didn't answer I took it as a 'no I don't', I gently rubbed her shoulder, 
feeling the knotted muscles just below the skin.

I shook my head, "I don't know," I said, "this looks like it needs 
professional attention."

Nancy looked up at me, "I don't have the time at the moment - there's too 
many people I have to see."

I didn't understand this, "Why don't you advertise for more workers?" I 
started rubbing her arm again,

She leant back allowing me to work on her, "It doesn't always work like 
that! The people we need to employ need to be able to communicate with 
children and adults; you'd be surprised how many can't. Either they try to 
hard - or not hard enough "

By this time I had started to rub harder into the shoulder, feeling the 
relaxation spreading along the shoulder and into the arm, when I finished 
she was so relaxed that she'd fallen asleep, even with my manipulations.

We let her sleep for half an hour before waking her, "Oh Maria, let me sleep 
for a bit longer", she said, then she opened her eyes and looked around in 
confusion, I offered her a cup of tea, from a new batch I had just brewed, 
which she accepted and drank, I didn't ask her about her waking words, which 
I think she was grateful for.

Whilst drinking her tea she found her shoulder was moving much easier, 
"Thank you Mike, it feels a lot better, but why did you let me sleep so 
long?"

I smiled, "Well you did say that you had to spend an hour checking on Becky, 
so I thought you could do with the rest, you still have 20 minutes to go."

She smiled and settled back to drink the rest of her tea, "You know Mike," 
she said, "There are some families that are anxious to get rid of me, but 
there are a few - and I'm glad to say yours is one of them - who treat us as 
friends."

Becky went to her and hugged her, "But Nancy, you are a friend, both you and 
Maria, you've tried to help us when we needed you, you've done so much for 
us."

Nancy looked at me and said, "But Becky, to do that we need help from 
others, Mike here has provided that help, at least in your case he did, we 
can't always be there in time, but Mike was, that's why we wanted you to 
stay with him. It was a pity that head office interfered with that, but it 
all came out right in the end".

I looked at Nancy, "Is there going to be any comeback on that?" I asked her.

She nodded, "Yes, we've already been told that they're trying to get a 
replacement for Dave, a trained psychologist, but at the moment there isn't 
one available, and I don't think Dave will be returning to us either."

Becky said, "Good, I didn't like him at all."

Nancy shook her head, "No he wasn't nice to you, or to some others either. 
But don't worry, we've got new procedures to monitor the interviews, so that 
what happened to you and the others can't happen again."

She looked at her watch, "I'd better get going, thanks for the tea and 
everything," she picked up her folders and smiled as she found her arms 
working normally again, "yes thanks indeed, if I want further treatment I 
know where to come."

I smiled and said, "Anytime, just pop in."

Becky and I waved to her as she drove off in her car.

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

I've never mention the slight slips-up that Maria and Nancy have made, they 
are happy in their lives so why should I cause them any problems? As I said 
to Kylie some time ago, we need all the friends we can have.

My scanning of the congregation was almost complete, Hugh and George were 
sitting away from me, but  were smiling, I could see that Hugh's junior 
Knapp - I wonder if he's related to PC Knapp, Oh well, never mind - was also 
with them, Sharon decided that they deserved to be here, if only to show 
that we were keeping our side of the bargain to keep Becky.

Which reminded me of the rehearsal we had earlier this week, the vicar was 
going through the routine, where I should stand, Sharon's placement, how the 
bridesmaids should seat themselves during the service. The vicar then ran 
through the service.

". . . And then I'll ask the normal question - you know 'If there is anyone 
who knows of any reason why you two should not be joined in matrimony let 
him speak out.'"

When Becky asked, "What would happen if any one did?"

The vicar looked at her, "Well, err, yes, good question - I mean it's never 
happened in any of my weddings before, but the answer is that we would have 
to listen to the reason, and if it was good enough the whole thing would 
have to be cancelled. Why did you ask?"

She kept a smile on her face, "Oh no reason, just wondering, that's all."
The rest of the rehearsal went off without any more interruptions, but I did 
notice Kylie and Becky talking with each other with Stacy giggling with 
them.

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

The strains of 'The Wedding March' echoed throughout the church as Sharon 
arrived, the vicar stood before the altar and I moved to my place in front 
of him, after an age - well it seemed so to me - Sharon was standing beside 
me, with Richard standing in for her father (Sharon's father had died some 
years ago, and Richard seemed the logical choice for us, after the help he'd 
given Sharon).

The girls, dressed in identical peach coloured dresses and with baskets 
holding a mixture of white and peach coloured flowers, moved to the front 
pew to sit down, Sharon handed her bouquet to Kylie to hold for the service.

The vicar held up his hands and motioned for the congregation to sit, he 
began to speak.

"Dearly Beloved, We are gathered here, in the sight of God, to witness the 
marriage of Sharon Sandra Williams and Michael Andrew Moore . . ." and so 
the service continued, when the words "... 'If there is anyone who knows of 
any reason . . ." we all looked at Becky - who sat in her seat smiling away, 
and the vicar continued with the words "... Or let him forever keep his 
piece."

Then the promises were given, we had both decided that the Love, Honour and 
Obey parts were too old fashioned for our way of living, and the alternative 
version of Love, Honour and Cherish was used instead.

The rings were placed on fingers; even after practising I still almost 
snagged the wrong one! But Sharon soon corrected me.

Finally after hours of the service, well it seemed so to me, the vicar said, 
"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride." Which we did, 
then the vicar said to the congregation, "Ladies and Gentlemen - may I 
introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Michael Moore."

We started the long trip down the aisle passing the congregation, and then 
the Brownies, who were all smiling, we waited at the church door for the 
congregation to walk past us and to ready their cameras, jostling with the 
official photographer who was now waiting patiently. As John and Margaret 
passed us I said, "I hope this satisfies the court your honour,"

He smiled and added, "Well it does me, but remember you have to live happily 
ever after as well you know."

Sharon smiled and said, "Oh we plan to do that as well."

Isabel walked past us and kissed Sharon, "I'm so happy for you, but I don't 
know how to say this . . ."

Sharon smiled at her, "I'm sorry Isabel but I think I'm going to have of 
offer my resignation, I know it will be a nuisance but can you forgive me?"

Isabel smiled, "That's okay Sharon, I'm glad we could help you when you 
needed it, but I will admit that we were going to have to let you go soon 
anyway."

I spoke to Sharon, "You know you don't have to resign, you could still work 
for them."

She looked into my eyes, "I could, but then I'd have to be away from you, 
and I don't want to do that, at least not just yet anyway." She said with a 
smile.

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

I'll gloss over the photograph session, and the reception - it was well 
documented in the papers anyway - the speeches were done by Richard (in the 
role of 'father of the bride'), Greg (as best man) and myself, I'm glad to 
say they were mainly short speeches.

Sharon made sure I danced with the bridesmaids, and then they insisted that 
I had a dance with the Brownies, although some of them were too shy to dance 
with me, so I sat those ones out and spoke to their parents during the time, 
just to be fair to them.

I found out that Sharon had arranged with Joan and Paul to look after the 
girls for the night, she wanted to have her first night as Mrs. Mike Moore, 
alone with her husband, I have to say I was looking forward to that myself, 
there had been nights when we were woken by one or the other of the girls 
complaining of bad dreams, but luckily these were now beginning to be few 
and far between.

We slipped away from the reception and drove back home - neither of us 
wanted a honeymoon as such, and we planned to have a proper holiday, with 
Becky and Kylie later on - we entered the house and went upstairs, where I 
found that Sharon had kept the tradition of 'something old, something new, 
something borrowed and something blue'

She was wearing a locket of her mother's which in turn had been handed down 
from her mother, she had kept her radio on her wrist (so it wasn't exactly 
new but good enough), she was wearing a bracelet from Kylie, and also blue 
garters - I won't tell you when I found that last one out!

I'm afraid I'm also going to gloss over our evening (and night) of bliss - 
lets just say that we were both exhausted by midnight, and even though we 
didn't need it, we practised at baby making for most of the time.

I will say we were both tired out when we collected the girls from Joan and 
Paul's, and by the grins on their faces they knew why.

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Epilogue

"What are you doing Daddy Mike?" Asked Becky as she watched me typing away 
on the computer keyboard.

"Just writing a story, cabbage." I answered - I've found out she doesn't 
like the vegetable so I try to wind her up when I can.

"Can I read it?" She said, and then added, "What's it about?" I kept silent 
as she scanned through the early pages, "Hey it's about us, but you've got 
the names wrong."

I laughed, "Of course I have, do you know what would happen if people 
actually knew who we were and read this?" she shook her head, "Well I would 
be thrown in prison as would Mummy Sharon.  Maria and Nancy would lose their 
jobs, and you and Kylie would be placed with foster parents - probably not 
as nice as Joan and Paul."

"Oh." She said, "But if they don't know our real names then you won't be?" I 
nodded, she frowned, "That's stupid, I mean you didn't really do anything 
wrong did you, I mean you helped Kylie and me didn't you?"

I nodded, "Yes I did, but there are those people who think that what I did 
was bad, and should be punished for it, they're the ones who think their 
opinions are the only thing that matters, regardless of the outcome, so I 
have to be careful when writing this."

She giggled, "They must be mad." She said

I shook my head, "No, they're not mad, its just the way society has made 
them, they inherited their reactions from their parents and so they believe 
it's how thing must be. In a way they've never had to live in the real 
world, only in their version, and they won't change."

"Oh," she said, "then maybe we should pity them?"

I nodded, "Yes maybe we should." I said, then added, "but never forget them, 
as they are everywhere."

Just then Sharon entered the room, I looked at her, the weeks of practising 
had paid off, she was just showing, the scans had shown that we were 
producing a new brother for Becky and Kylie, something they were happy to be 
able to help with, Sharon often scolds me for not continuing out lessons 
with the girls, but as I pointed out, Becky already knew so much that she 
was telling Kylie but not us, so it was pointless.

Greg got hitched, to one of the assistants George had sorted out; I secretly 
think George planned that! But don't tell Greg.

We manage to get 'The Remote Nanny' working, I kept Greg's suggestion as it 
seemed better than 'Invisible Tether' and I'm glad to say a few of the 
shopping centres took advantage of them and did allow people to hire them, 
at first they were regarded as a gimmick, but when they prevented some 
abductions, one centre had the idea of placing a detector at the first of a 
set of double doors - when set off the first door would open allowing the 
person in to the exit, but the second set of doors remained closed, then the 
first set of doors closed leaving the person trapped until their security or 
the police could arrive and arrest them, soon all shopping centres wanted 
them.

There were similar results with the home version, in one town the police was 
aided by boy scouts and guides to pinpoint and help arrest a particular 
violent paedophile within minutes of the child being abducted. After that 
the radio's sold like hot cakes. Although there was an incident of the 
radios being used during a school exam, after which they were confiscated, 
and not allowed back until after the school time.

We've sold the original copyrights to the radio's back to the manufacturers, 
but kept the rights to the tracking system, which earns us all a tidy sum, 
if fact I haven't had to use my original money for some time.

The girls savings accounts have been getting boosts every so often, so when 
they're ready to leave home they will be rich in their own right, and not 
dependant on anybody, but Kylie has said she wants to work in the social 
services - Maria and Nancy have been trying their hardest to talk her out of 
it!

Becky hasn't yet said what she wants to do when she grows up, but I'm sure 
that she'll do a good job whatever it is.

I have stayed a friend to the Brownies, and now the Guides since Kylie (and 
Becky) have now applied, we even have Margaret and John round to lunch on 
occasions, although John says that he's just trying to ensure that we're 
still together.

I remember once when he came round, just after Kylie's birthday, she was now 
10 and had received a special present, they were playing outside in the 
garden with their friends, when John remarked that he hadn't seen Kylie for 
some time and asked me to point her out.

I must admit it took me a few moments before I could see her, she was 
holding her present and showing it to a group of girls.

I pointed to her "That's her, that's Kylie!" I said, "She's The Girl With 
The Bicycle"

- 30

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- That's it finished! the last chapter is done.

- I would like to give the normal disclaimers to this story, all the persons 
involved are fictitious, and no actual children, and adults, animals or 
insects were harmed in the writing of this work.

- If you are not allow to read such material - due to age, religion or legal 
requirement, you shouldn't have reached this far. If you have then you've 
been very bad and don't do it again! (That should teach them!)

- If you have persevered with reading this work then I thank you, I hope 
this has entertained you, if you have any criticism, comments or other words 
then you can email me at  wanderinglanes@hotmail.com I will try to answer 
all emails sent.
- I'm afraid that this is the last story for a few months (or weeks at 
least) I want to have a brief rest but I will try my hand at writing after 
that - I have plans for a piece I started but never finished called 'Tesh 
and War' but no doubt will have changed it by then!

Again thank you for taking the time to read this, until the next time, bye.

Wandering Lanes - 1st January 2002.


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