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{martinmac} New Year, Book 2, chapter 33 (Mm+f+g+ rom ped inc cons 
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This story is fictional, no adults or children were used in the writing of it. If 
you are under the legal age to read it in your country please stop.

We were travelling down to Blandford. Janet was going to meet us at Jenny 
and Alan's house. We had 12 of the seats fitted in the van, as there would be 
2 more passengers for the trip home. I drove onto the Blandford bypass and 
switched up the satellite navigator, the heads up display guided me to Jenny 
and Alan's house. Janet was waiting for us with the keys to the house. 
Natalie stayed in the van and with Nick's help kept everyone occupied. We 
went in and Janet pointed to some suitcases and boxes. They were to hold 
the children's' clothing and toys. We went together into the lounge looking 
for any of the children's' belongings. There wasn't a lot there, some school 
pictures, two schoolbooks which Janet said she would return. The clean 
washing pile was sorted through, their clothes added to the cases. We went 
upstairs. Janet hadn't been up yet. I went into the main bedroom. The bed 
was to one side along with a wardrobe. On the ceiling were 6 hooks 
screwed into the ceiling; 3 sets of two. Beneath them were dried 
bloodstains. Two smallish patches and one much larger, it didn't take much 
to realise that it was in here Patrick had carried out his evil work. There 
were splashes of blood, each circled and numbered, on the wall. There were 
two brackets sticking out. Above and below them were dried blood smears. 
I quickly looked around the room to see if there were any clothesbaskets, 
there weren't. I left the room sick to my stomach. 

Together we moved into the twin's bedroom. We worked quickly to strip it. 
The clothes were taken out of the wardrobe and the chest of drawers and 
packed into the cases. As we finished packing I looked at the case, 3 pairs 
of pants for each of them, 3 vests each, 6 unisex t shirts, 4 pairs of shorts, 2 
skirts, 1 of them a school skirt, two school shirts, 2 school blouses, 2 
jumpers, 2 pairs of jogging bottoms and a little heap of socks. A pitiful 
quantity of clothes for two 9-year olds. Kate had more than that and we had 
a lot of shopping still to do for her after the fire.   The toys, what there were 
of them, were rapidly boxed, a couple of small soft toys, some building 
blocks and a doll. 

We went round that house with a fine toothcomb, there were plenty of 
magazines and cameras, there was a motorbike in the shed. There had been 
the car, which was in the police compound in Shrewsbury. Lots of booze 
but nothing for the children. There was a skybox downstairs but that was it 
for entertainment. There was a computer monitor in the spare room and lots 
of magazines, men's magazines. I could see that we had some talking to do 
with Jenny and Alan. We took the suitcase and box downstairs and carried 
it to the back of the van. I opened the doors and put them in. Natalie had 
seen me bringing the box and small case out.

"Is that all Roy?"

"Well if you can find anymore you are doing better than Janet and me. 
Come on in and look." We went back into the house; Natalie checked every 
room except the front bedroom. There was nothing more worth taking. 
Whatever else Patrick had spent his money on it certainly wasn't the twins. 
Natalie also checked the larder and the freezer, a few very cheap burgers 
and chicken nuggets, the very cheap spaghetti and beans and a well used 
chip fryer. It was interesting to see the packs of steaks and chops in the 
freezer. I had a good idea who had eaten them and it wasn't the children. 
Natalie went back out to the van leaving me with Janet. 

"I would suggest you come in and clear this food, Jenny and Alan won't 
need it, share it out amongst your clients, I am sure there is someone who 
could make good use of all this."

"There are indeed, are you sure you don't want to take it with you?"

"I'm certain, I have my own home produced food and the specialities made 
on the farm. No thanks. I think we will need to take the twins shopping 
tomorrow though. I will have to buy them outfits for the funeral and to take 
home. I have brought more clothes for Kate this weekend than Jenny and 
Alan have got in total." I shook my head in disbelief. Patrick had got 
clothes falling out of his wardrobes and Alison had a fair number but the 
twins' wardrobe was almost bare.

I made my farewells to Janet and we headed for the hotel. We took 
everything up to the penthouse. I unpacked the twins' clothes to select 
something to fetch them from hospital in. There really wasn't a lot of 
choice. I showed Natalie and she said to buy them something new. I 
decided to take Kate with me as she was of the right age, I checked all the 
sizes and then we left the hotel for the department store in the centre of 
town. Kate helped me to choose two tracksuits, 2 packets of pants and 
socks for them both and a t-shirt each. That would do until we could come 
shopping together. We picked up the bags and went to the hospital; I hoped 
Janet would still be there when we arrived. She was. She took us into the 
ward where Jenny and Alan where. Janet introduced Jenny and Alan to us. I 
was shocked when I saw the children. The faces were hollow and pinched, 
their pyjamas were hanging off them, it didn't help that they were hospital 
issue, mismatched and wrong sized. Their hands were like talons the fingers 
were so thin. One good puff of wind would blow them away 

"Jenny, Alan, we have bought you some new clothes for when you leave 
the hospital, I hope they fit alright. Kate got the clothes out of the bags and 
passed them across to her nephew and niece. I watched as they carefully 
examined the clothes. Jenny whispered in Janet's ear. I saw Janet smile and 
turn to me.

"Jenny was asking if these were really for her and Alan."

I turned to the twins. "Of course they are, would you like to try them on. 
Kate would you help them whilst Janet and I speak to the staff." I pulled the 
curtains round the bed and instantly heard giggling amongst the three of 
them. Janet and I went to the nurses' station. Janet introduced me as the 
new foster father. The sister asked me if I wanted to take them home this 
afternoon.

"I will ask them if they would like to come to the hotel with us. It will be 
their choice how we work it."

"Well I have paged the doctor so he should be with us shortly." I returned 
to the bed and called to ask if they were ready. They were. I drew back the 
curtains to see them looking very smart. They had the tracksuit bottoms on 
with a t-shirt and socks. They kept looking at each other. I could guess what 
they were thinking as I had seen all their clothes and there was nothing 
new. Everything looked old and worn out, even their underwear had looked 
old. All three of them were on the one bed. "Jenny, Alan, would you like to 
come back to the hotel with us now? You can meet all the other children 
and then go shopping with us in the morning for some more new clothes."

"Can we come with you now please. You don't have to buy us more clothes 
we will be fine, honest." I turned to Kate and whispered.

"Will you explain to them we are all going shopping for clothes. And try to 
find out what they are worried about." Janet lets go over to the nursing 
station and get their discharge organised. I left Kate talking with them. I 
kept my eye on them but they wouldn't know, as it was very much out of 
the corner of my eye. The doctor had arrived on the ward and he took us 
through to the sister's office.

"Mr McGarvy, they are fine to go home; I'll rephrase that, they are doing as 
well as can be expected. Their wounds are healing and they are starting to 
put on weight. So they are well enough to leave hospital anyway. Their 
rectums are still bruised; we took them to theatre yesterday and looked 
inside again with a camera. The wounds have all healed up. They will be 
taking a laxative for another week as we don't want them straining and re-
opening the cuts. Their backs are healing well; the plastic surgeon, he did 
your little girls back, has said that he doesn't anticipate any complications. 
Yes I do recognise Kate, I was in theatre with you both." I looked hard at 
him.

"Sorry I have to admit that I don't recognise you."

"Hardly surprising as I had a mask, gown and hat on." The level of damage 
is much less with these two. What caused the problem was the way they 
were hung, it caused breathing difficulties, and that along with the enduring 
pain was what caused their unconsciousness. Then they were dehydrated 
rather badly so all in all they were in a sorry state when they came to us. 
They are not sure how long they were hung there but we suspect it was 
about 36 hours; we got some clues from things they said. However long it 
was, another 6 to 12 hours would have seen them dead. 

Their shoulders are still painful due to the bi lateral dislocations. They 
won't be able to do PE that exerts strain on the shoulders for, well let us 
say, until they go back to school after the summer holidays. That should 
enable full recovery of their muscles and ligaments. I have a letter for your 
physiotherapy department. They will be able to help. They both have a 
course of antibiotics to finish off to clear up any infections. They are both 
mal nourished, I don't think they have been fed very well over a long 
period of time. They have prescriptions for multi vitamins to help with that. 
They have both gained some weight since they have been with us. For the 
first three days we were supplementing their diet with liquid feeds direct 
into their stomachs through a naso gastric tube. That was discontinued 
when they were strong enough to take a full diet and the tubes were 
distressing them. They are to have supplemental drinks 3 times a day, 
which we would like you to continue with. There is a letter for your GP 
about that."

"I expect them to recover fully from their physical mistreatment. Their 
mental wounds are harder to quantify. They have seen a psychiatrist and he 
feels they need a lot more help, long term. They are both having 
nightmares; we have had to medicate them the last three nights. With 
regards to returning to school; be guided by them and how they feel. 
Judging by the report from the play leader on the ward, they have not had a 
lot of stimulation in the home. They had a lot of problems being children. 
They would sit absolutely still staring at the telly, not saying a word or 
moving. I'm glad they are not going to their old home."

"Well they are going to join a house with 7 other children and two more on 
the way. I think they will be taught how to be children." I collected all the 
letters and the bags of medications and went back to the beds. I turned to 
Jenny and asked.

"Do you want to be called Jennifer or Jenny?" I wondered as I saw a cloud 
pass across her face. "What's wrong love?"

"My dad called me his Jenny wren and mum called me Jennifer when she 
was cross. I don't like either name now."

"Well that's no problem, what would you like to be called? And you too 
Alan if you want to change."

"Mr McGarvy my middle name is Caitlin, can I be called that?"

Of course you can. We will drop Jennifer from all your future documents 
and you will be known as Caitlin McGarvy. What about you Alan?"

"Can I change my name from Alan to Sam? will I be a McGarvy too?" 

"For the moment you will be legally Biggs but you will be known as 
McGarvy's especially at school. If you then decide you want to stay with us 
all, then you can both be adopted and have the name McGarvy in your own 
right like Kate here. She used to be a Biggs but is now a legal McGarvy. 
Caitlin, do you want to be known as Caitlin or Caiti?"

"I think Caitlin, it sounds nicer to me."

"Welcome to the family Caitlin and Sam. Have you got all your 
belongings?" Yes Mr McGarvy, we have everything." I looked and saw a 
single carrier bag with two cuddly toys in. I looked at them and said.

"One thing you will have to learn, you can either call me dad or Roy. I am 
not Mr McGarvy to my children. My wife is either mum or Natalie not Mrs 
McGarvy."

"Ok dad, I'll try to remember." They said goodbye to the nurses and we left 
to go to the hotel. They were staggered when I led them to our transport. 
Kate amused herself showing them the in seat DVD players. The look on 
their face was an absolute picture as she started up their films. I was soon 
following the satnav back to the hotel. I unloaded their bags and Kate and I 
carried the bags as we led Caitlin and Sam to meet their new family. I put 
the bags down in the entrance to the suite and took their hands and led them 
into the main room where I introduced them to the family. Caitlin pulled 
me down to whisper in my ear.

"Where is your wife dad?"

"Natalie is here, I just introduced her to you."

"She is your wife? I thought she was another daughter."

"That's alright Caitlin, a lot of people make the same mistake. We have 
stopped worrying."

"Ok folks, you have met Sam and Caitlin. We will have some tea and then 
go shopping. These 2 are in the same effective state as you were last 
Saturday. I rang down to room service and asked for cakes and sandwiches 
to be sent up along with a range of drinks. Whilst the children were eating I 
made a quick call to Craig and arranged for him to prepare two laptops, one 
marked Sam and the other Caitlin. He would arrange with Rachel to get 
them into Kate's room and connect them to the network. Whilst I was 
talking I was eating my sandwiches and drinking tea. 

Finally everyone was ready. I rang down and asked my van to be brought to 
the front of the hotel. We poured into it, getting some strange looks from 
other guests. I drove into town and parked before we all went into the 
department store. We took over the children's section and I had 3 assistants 
and the section manager running around fetching clothes, from the formal 
wear for tomorrow, to the casual wear they also needed. I asked the 
manager if he would speak with the uniform shop in Shrewsbury so that 
Caitlin and Sam would have their uniforms waiting for them. It was funny 
watching the measurements being taken and passed over the phone. The 
manager took me aside and asked about the twins' lack of weight and asked 
if they were eating properly. I told him a bit about their history. It shocked 
him. I had to admit that seeing them in vest and pants showed how 
desperately thin they were. Their tummies were hollow beneath their ribs; 
their arms and legs were like sticks. There was a deadness about them as 
they changed; I looked at them and then at Kate. You could see the 
difference. 

Well it would take time but they would eventually be happy children again. 
Slowly as we tried to buy the department up I could see Caitlin and Sam 
become more alert. Finally we were done with the business side of 
shopping. I gave the manager my keys and asked if he could arrange to 
have our shopping loaded. The clothes for tomorrow for them all were to be 
put in the front of the van. Then it was upstairs to the toy department. I 
turned to Natalie and asked.

"Can you help them to buy some toys, they have basically got less than 
Kate has; nothing worth keeping. I think soft toys and a couple of game-
boy's and games, see which games they like, they must have seen friends 
with them."

"Ok Roy, I'll enjoy myself with them. I went up to menswear to buy myself 
some clothes; Callie had come with me. I was looking at some trousers and 
shirts when I felt a hand on my shoulders. A soft voice whispered in my 
ear.

"What are you doing trying to buy clothes without me, you know you get it 
wrong."

I smiled at my wife and let her choose my clothes. She was right; she had 
better taste than me when it came to clothes. It didn't take long to buy some 
new trousers and shirts. Then we returned to the toy department. Nick had 
been overseeing the remainder of the toy purchases. I paid the bill and we 
loaded the rest of the shopping into the van to return to the hotel. We took 
tomorrows clothes and the toys upstairs with us. It was time to eat so we 
made our selections from the menu and I rang them down. The restaurant 
said that there would be a table for us all in half an hour. The children sat 
down to watch the cartoons and Natalie, Nick, Becky and I discussed our 
new children.

All of us were horrified at how underweight they both were. It was obvious 
they had been severely neglected over a considerable period of time. I 
prepared the special drinks for Sam and Caitlin; fortunately they enjoyed 
them. As we waited to go down for our meal Sam and Caitlin were curled 
up on the sofa with Kate. I suspected she would help her nephew and niece 
to deal with their past. 

Finally we all went down to dinner. 11 of us walked into the dining room. 
Caitlin was holding my hand and Sam was holding Kate's hand. The hotel 
had set up a large table for us all to sit around. It meant that we were able to 
eat as a family. I encouraged Caitlin and Sam to eat a proper meal, they 
were not used to the food on the menu. They had wanted fish fingers and 
chips. I ordered those, but also some vegetables and some roast meats. They 
tried everything and started to enjoy their food, so much so that the fish 
fingers and chips were left. I was sickened by the look of fear on their faces 
when they realised that they had left what they ordered. I took their hands 
and said, with a big smile.

"Don't worry about leaving food. You will never be forced to eat, unless 
you try to refuse all food. You eat as much or as little as you want, however 
I will be encouraging you to eat well. I took their arms and wrapped my 
fingers around their bony arm. See how small you are, Kate, give me your 
hand. Sam and Caitlin could see how much larger Kate's arm was. You see, 
you are both much too little. That is why you have those bottles of regain. It 
is to help you to grow. We will wait whilst they clear the table for us and 
then we will choose a pudding, by the time it comes you will be ready. I 
think what you need is a fresh fruit salad and ice cream. Eat what you can 
and leave the rest."

"Ok dad. Thanks"
"Why did you look so worried when you realised that you had not finished 
your fish finger and chips?"

"Well dad would have smacked us, sent us into the corner and then fed us 
what we had left, at the next meal, cold."

"And if you refused to eat it cold?"

"That only happened once. I refused and he took a garden cane to me. I ate 
it up after that."

"Well that will never ever happen to you in our house." 

"Thanks dad." We ate our puddings and went up to our rooms; Caitlin, Sam 
and Kate were soon playing on their game boy's. I had put the twins and 
Kate in the suite with Natalie and I as the second bedroom had three single 
beds. At nine o clock I sent them through to get ready for bed. I asked Kate 
to run the bath. Caitlin and Sam it seemed still bathed together so Kate 
decided to join them. We could hear the fun as they bathed. Then we heard 
Kate call.

"Dad, mum, can you come and wash our hair please?"

"Ok, we'll be through in a minute." Natalie washed Sam's and Kate's hair 
and I washed Caitlin's dull lifeless hair. I could smell the hospital 
disinfectant smell washing out of Caitlin's long blonde hair. Natalie had a 
feel of it and went to our room and brought some of her conditioner 
through.

"Wash that into her hair and leave it for 5 minutes. It will help her hair 
come to life." I massaged the conditioner into her hair and then piled it into 
a coil on her head like a turban. 

"Will you wash me dad?"

"Of course," I took the soft flannel and poured bath gel over it and gently 
washed her body. Her back was badly bruised especially around her 
shoulders. The deeper bruising of the cane marks was livid on her back. In 
places the skin had been cut. I could see old scars on her back from 
previous beatings. Even though I was careful I was aware that I was hurting 
her. "I'm sorry that I am hurting you, I am being as gentle as I can." I could 
see tears in the corners of her eyes. I'll leave the soap until I rinse your hair 
off and I will use the showerhead to rinse your back. That should hurt less. 
Stand up love, I washed the rest of her body, I could have played tunes on 
her ribs they stuck out so badly. A glance at Sam confirmed he was equally 
as thin. 

As the flannel washed across her bum I was aware how tiny it was, the hip 
bones, what there were, were sticking out, The cheeks of her buttocks criss 
crossed with scars, her tummy was a hollow between her hips and her 
ribcage. As for her thighs, my hand encircled one and my thumb was too 
near to meeting my finger for my liking. I could see the look on Kate and 
Natalie's faces as they saw how thin and maltreated our new children were. 
I rinsed Caitlin down and enfolded her in a warm bath sheet to carry her to 
her bed. I laid her on the bed and gently dried her. I slipped her new nightie 
on her and tucked her into bed. Kate was drying herself and Natalie was 
dealing with Sam. We kissed them all good night.

"The door to the lounge will be open, the small light will be on and the door 
to Natalie and my bedroom will be open. If you need anything come and 
get us." I turned the main light off and left them to settle down. I joined the 
rest of the family to talk, we slowly drifted off to bed, Callie and Natalie 
were first to leave, and well they found they had to rest more as their 
pregnancies developed. Callie especially would be racing around with what 
appeared to be limitless energy and then bang, she would come to a 
grinding halt. Tim went with Callie and then Nick and the others went 
along the corridor to the second lounge to talk. It was the section of the 
penthouse that could be divided from where I was sleeping to make a 
second suite.

I joined Natalie in the shower and helped her to wash before we went to our 
bed. Natalie turned to me and kissed me and then said.

"Aren't they tiny, their legs looked like they would break in a breeze?"

"Yes Nat, I can see that we will be buying lots of replacement clothes as 
they stay with us." Natalie smiled at me.

"Roy you realise you have gone from 1 son to nine children in 9 months 
and you have 2 more on the way." 

"I know love, it is rather a strain on my imagination and thoughts, keeping 
up with it all. I will be glad when we get home and back into the routine. 
This last week has been too much for me. At least we have the porta cabins 
to live in. Ian will be coming back to us to discuss the draft plans on 
Monday afternoon. If we agree with them he will take them into show 
Phillip. The sketches Ian did and the flyby had a very favourable reaction 
by the members of the planning sub committee. All being well, it will go to 
the sub committee on Tuesday night, and then if needed, through full 
council on Thursday. If it is approved Danielle will put the footings crew 
from the housing development on site on Friday and start preparing the 
footings. The basement will be laid out and the roof beams to the basement 
put in. The substrate for the ground floor walkway will be laid then the 
walls can go up. Two weeks should see all the footings up to finished floor 
level. Danielle should have organised all the gangs we need to get it going 
up fast. It is just a matter of waiting on the council." As I was talking 
Natalie was moving down my body, her lips started playing with the head 
of my cock, her tongue licking around the rim and into the slit at the top. I 
forgot all about our house and started to play with her body. My hands 
caressing her swelling globes as she continued to suck on my cock. 

"Natalie, move down the bed a bit." She replied with a muffled grunt and 
together we moved down the bed so that I was able to swivel round and 
take her clit and labia between my lips. I groaned as her lips slid to the base 
of my cock, her throat was massaging the head as she swallowed. My 
fingers started to plumb the depths of her pussy, exploring within, tickling 
that love spot, to bring her crashing to her orgasm. Her mouth and throat 
sucked harder on my cock, drawing my seed from the depths in a pouring 
outfall of my cum, I stayed there, knelt on hands and knees, my cock 
penetrating her throat. I drew back as she released my bum to allow her to 
breathe freely. She nibbled on the head of my cock as it left her mouth, her 
tongue lapped up the last remnants of my cum from the slit. I moved around 
the bed until I had her enfolded in my arms. I felt her smooth skin against 
me as we cuddled together. I thought back to a year ago, how if I had 2 
orgasms in a day I was pushing it, now I could feel my cock stirring back 
into life ready to mate with my beloved wife. I moved above her and slowly 
fed my cock into her welcoming depths. Her vagina engulfed my cock, the 
ridges of her walls massaging the skin of my cock as I reached for the 
depths of her cunt. Natalie's hands were stroking the back of my neck as I 
slid deeper into her filling her completely. I felt her body spasm the 
sensations finished me off and I filled her cunt with my sperm. We lay 
down together satisfied.


We had been deeply asleep when I heard cries of terror from the next 
bedroom; I was out of bed in a flash. Kate had beaten me, she was curled 
up with Caitlin, comforting her and soothing her. Kate saw me in the light 
from the door. 

"It's alright dad, I have her. I'll get her back to sleep." I moved across and 
kissed Kate on the head.

"Goodnight love."

I went back to bed, satisfied that my daughter was comforting her adoptive 
sister to be. I went back to bed and cuddled up to my wife. I was soon 
asleep. The next morning after I woke up and dressed I went through to see 
Kate, Caitlin and Sam. All three of them were in Caitlin's bed, entwined 
together. I left them to sleep on together and called Natalie to see. Natalie 
and I went down to breakfast separately, so that Caitlin and Sam would not 
wake alone in the suite. 

The day was going to be hard enough for them already. We were going to 
their mum's cremation. Much as she had been uncaring she was still their 
mum. We loaded the van ready to go to the service then went down for 
lunch. Pearl and Rose and Leonard met us at the crematorium. I felt so 
sorry for Pearl; some of her children and grandchildren were so evil. Today 
was the funeral of someone murdered by her grandson. We went into the 
service, Kate had Sam in her arms and I had Caitlin. We had arranged that 
the coffin would be already in the chapel waiting for us, as Caitlin and Sam 
would not be leaving from the house.  I was surprised at the number in the 
crematorium; Caitlin whispered that there were quite a few friends from 
school with their parents. Then there were the family members. I should 
have thought. I went to the office and asked the manager if there was a 
hotel in Blandford that would do a buffet. He pulled out the local guide and 
pointed to an entry. That is probably the best one to go for.

I picked up my phone and rang the hotel he had indicated. It didn't take 
long to book a reception room and some eats. They were insistent on 
having my credit card number. I wasn't surprised as they were taking a 
telephone booking which would involve significant costs. I made a note of 
the hotel and its address, which I gave to the vicar who was doing the 
funeral; he reassured me that Janet had given all the details and that he was 
happy to make the invitation. I went back into the chapel and sat between 
Sam and Caitlin. Kate was on Sam's other side holding his hand. The rest 
of my family were around us. The vicar came in and the service started, he 
made the announcement about the reception afterwards in Blandford. 

The service, well what can you say, the vicar was hard put to say much, but 
what he did say touched hearts. Finally it was over, the curtain was drawn 
around the coffin and we left. Many of Sam and Caitlin's friends stopped to 
talk with them. I made sure that I spoke with all the parents and that they 
would come back to the hotel. We headed to the hotel at the head of a long 
convoy of cars. I was so grateful for the satellite navigation equipment. We 
pulled into the hotel car park and I went to reception. They led us through 
to the function room. It had been laid out with small tables and a larger one 
for the family. As everyone was arriving I quickly set up my laptop and 
connected to my ISP. I created two more mailboxes; the first was 
Caitlin.McGarvy@ISP with a second alias of Jenny.Biggs@ISP and the 
second box was Sam.McGarvy@ISP with an alias of Alan.Biggs@ISP. I 
wrote them on one of my business cards and gave them, along with a 
supply of spare cards, to Caitlin and Sam with the instructions to pass them 
on to their friends. It was a good afternoon for the twins; they saw a lot of 
their school friends and handed out their new e-mail addresses. The 
afternoon drew to a close, our hire of the room was coming to an end and 
we said our goodbyes to everyone before heading back to Shropshire. 

The children were so excited. The draft plans were waiting for us when we 
got home, I was hard pressed to get them to unload the bags into their 
rooms. Finally the van was unloaded and we were all together in my study, 
I fastened the plans to the wall and then we set to. There were partitions to 
be designed in the larger suites; there were rooms to be developed in the 
attic spaces with roof lights facing in to the courtyard. There was the lift, 
which would stretch all the way from the basement garage to the first floor 
balcony. The courtyard was going to be roofed to keep the heat in and the 
rain out. There was even the central flue passing through the atrium from 
the hearth. That fireplace was special. It could be used as an open wood 
burning fire, or as a charcoal-burning barbecue with room for 4 cooks to 
work around it. As they said what they wanted in their rooms, I drew in 
pencil lines on the plans. Detailing in the partitions and extra rooms. My 
bedroom suite had 5 bedrooms, 2 main bathrooms and an ensuite in the 
master bedroom. Every room was to be fully accessible. As I said to the 
architect, I know that is what the law says but this house will go beyond 
that. All the rooms that faced onto the balcony had sliding doors. There 
were 2 small lifts at each end of the office along with the main lift by the 
entry hall. The detail plans were incredibly complex. The working plans 
would be plotted onto plastic film so that each layer would show a different 
service, gas, electric, computer, heating etc. The final task would be to plot 
all the services in detail onto master plans. I intended to know where every 
pipe and cable went. Future repairs would be organised a lot more easily 
than in the old house. There was even a fire main with sprinkler heads. The 
water damage would be a pain but never again would my house burn to the 
ground with no means of stopping it. 

By the end of the week the plans had been approved and the basement was 
cleared. The footings were being dug ready for building to start. Caitlin and 
Sam were starting to settle in, they were going to school with Kate; they 
were still having nightmares each night and were seeing Bill, the counsellor 
twice a week. They were both hoarding food and hiding it in the room they 
shared with Kate. We gently removed the stored food and took them down 
to the kitchen for a snack each time. For months, Rachel would be 
preparing extra little meals so that when they got the munchies or we found 
them hiding food we could give them a meal. 

Every time we caught them was the same, denial of hiding food and then, 
when we exposed it, abject terror that we would beat them. We knew it 
would take time to re assure them that they were safe here. We thought 
everything was going fine. Callie was due to finish school when they broke 
up for half term then the Friday before my birthday, the sixth of February, 
Callie was rushed into hospital from school, her waters had broken. I joined 
Tim at the hospital as we played the waiting game. The doctors and 
midwives trying to delay the birth as long as possible. I could see looks 
passing between Tim and Callie; I just assumed it was fear of the unknown. 
Through Friday night and Saturday they were trying to rotate the baby so 
that if the birth started properly the baby could be born easily. It was 
presenting as a breach birth. Denise and Carol were with Callie day and 
night alternating shifts as her body tried to start the delivery. Finally on 
Sunday 8th of February, my 51st birthday, Mr Kidd came to see us.

"Callie, your baby has decided it wants to come out back first, 
unfortunately that won't work, especially with a girl so small as you. We 
will have to take you to theatre and do a caesarean on you. We have already 
got the epidural in you so we can increase the pain relief and then we can 
take you to theatre. Unfortunately Tim can't come with you. Your dad can 
come if you want him to."

"Will you come with me dad?"

"Of course I will." A health care assistant took me through to the changing 
room and helped me change into theatre greens, complete with hat and 
mask and white boots. She led me through to the operating theatre. Callie 
was already on the table, her arms out to the side as if on a crucifix. There 
was a screen across her tummy blocking her view. I was brought in to sit by 
her and hold her right hand. I was quietly talking to her as Mr Kidd started 
the operation, I could see the scalpel cutting into her belly out of the corner 
of my eye, and behind me the anaesthetist was keeping watch on Callie's 
vital signs. A sister came in wheeling an incubator. There was controlled 
haste as finally Mr Kidd lifted the baby from Callie's womb, as the baby 
came up I saw she was a girl and announced it to Callie by saying.

"Laura's born." Callie smiled at me as she realised I had told her the sex of 
the baby by announcing the name she and Tim had chosen. Laura for a girl, 
Mark for a boy. Denise quickly weighed Laura, 4 pound 7 oz's just over 2 
kilos, and wrapped her in a towel and put her on Callie's chest for a brief 
moment before whisking her into the incubator. That was the last we saw of 
baby Laura for a while. Mr Kidd rapidly sewed Callie up and I was led 
from the theatre to change as Callie was wheeled back to her room. I was 
along a few minutes after to see Tim fast asleep in the armchair in her 
room. I smiled at Callie. 

"Look at him, out like a light." Callie's nurse was then in checking all was 
well, the drip was running properly and her blood pressure and pulse were 
fine. A tray of coffee was brought in for Tim and I; Callie would be brought 
a drink later. I woke up Tim with the words. 

"Hello young dad, your daughter is in the special care baby unit." He woke 
up with a start.

"What was that?"

"You are a new dad, Laura weighs 4 lb 7 ozs and is healthy. They are very 
pleased with her and I will take you down after you have kissed the mother 
and drunk your coffee." I picked up the phone and rang home, Natalie 
answered and I gave her the news. Two hours later Laura's incubator was 
wheeled into Callie's room and plugged in. Denise came over to speak with 
Callie, Laura in her arms.

"Laura is doing fine, they want you to leave her in there to sleep but you 
can have her out to feed her and cuddle her, but you are to stay in bed. You 
have to lay flat till tomorrow. Whoever picks her up has to make sure this 
little box comes with her. It is monitoring her heart, her breathing and her 
temperature. Don't worry if anything comes loose, the nursing station will 
pick it up and be in to reconnect, let me show you." She pulled a lead off 
the heart trace pad and less than a minute later a nurse was in to say a lead 
was off. Denise thanked her and plugged the lead back in. She then helped 
Callie to latch Laura on for her first feed. I kissed Callie and said I would 
be back after dinner. 

I walked out of the hospital and looked at my watch. It was still only 
9:00am I hadn't realised how early they had operated. It must have been 
more urgent than they were letting on. I phoned Kevin to tell him that Laura 
had been born weighing 4lb 7 ozs and was out of special care. I then drove 
home through the damp morning, what a birthday present. I went into the 
house to be greeted by everyone. Natalie and Kate had cooked breakfast for 
the others. Kate said she would do me bacon and egg. She took Caitlin and 
Sam to the kitchen to show them how to cook. Talk about a mother hen. 

Sunday was a quiet day; everyone wanted to visit Callie and baby Laura. 
We went up and they all had a 5-minute visit. Tim finally came home in the 
late evening. On the Monday I went to school with Caitlin and Alan, I 
introduced them to Miss Hollis and to their class teacher. With their 
experience with Kate it didn't take long to start to get the feeling for these 
two new damaged children. Miss Hollis and I were having a coffee and 
talking about the Biggs family when my phone rang, it was peter from the 
high school wanting me to go in as they had a major problem. 

I arrived at the school office and was immediately taken through to the 
heads office. Tim was in there looking very flustered, Natalie was there too, 
holding his hand, and Peter was sitting at his desk looking bewildered.

"What's happened?" Peter turned to me and said

"Tim punched one of the teachers, Miss Carter, in the face. The police are 
on the way." I turned to Tim.

"What on earth happened, why did you do that?"

"It was what she was saying to her friend. She was saying how the little slut 
had had her baby and how she supposed the little slapper would be coming 
back flaunting herself and her little rapist boyfriend." Peter was over with 
him in a flash.

"Did anyone else hear her?" 

"I think so sir, some of my friends were with me. You can ask them."

"But why on earth did you hit her like that?"

"Because of Friday sir."

"What happened on Friday Tim?"

"Well sir, Callie and I had come out of school, I was ahead of her and I 
bumped into Miss Carter. She looked at me and said. "Don't you bump into 
me you little prick, you may think you have got away with raping your 
cousin but that doesn't mean I believe you." Peter interrupted him. 

"Can I tape this please?" I gave him the nod and Peter switched on the tape 
recorder. "Carry on Tim."

"I asked her what she meant and she repeated that I was a rapist. That if I 
hadn't wanted to rape Callie I wouldn't have. At this point Callie ran up 
and shouted at Miss Carter that she didn't know anything. That Tim had 
been badly beaten before he finally had sex with her.  Miss Carter then 
shouted at Callie. "Get away from me you little slapper and pushed her 
away, Miss Carter walked away and didn't see Callie falling to the ground. 
I helped her up and thought she had wet herself. She collapsed back to the 
floor with terrible pains which was when I rang for the ambulance."

"Son, why didn't you tell me this on Friday?"

"I didn't want to cause trouble, but to hear her saying that about Callie this 
morning was the last straw. I'm sorry I lost my temper"

"Right Roy, I am just going to speak with Tim's class, I won't be long. Stay 
here. I would ask you not to discuss this with anyone else at the moment." I 
watched as the head left us in his office, I took Tim in my arms.

"Oh son, I wish you had told me, I would have got this sorted before 
today." Suddenly the door flew open and Miss Carter stormed in with a 
policeman. 

"There's the little swine who hit me officer, I am going to press charges. 
No little shit rapist hits me and gets away with it." I turned to the policeman 
and said.

"May I suggest you wait until Peter, the head gets back, this is his school 
and his office."

"Take the little bastard away, I don't want to see him or his little slut of a 
girlfriend ever again." I grabbed Tim before he could renew his assault on 
the teacher. "See he was about to hit me again, you saw him officer." I saw 
Peter arrive back during her last tirade. 

"Miss Carter, shut up and close your mouth. Tim, what happened on Friday 
was witnessed, my deputy is taking a statement now." He turned to the 
policeman. "Would you please arrest Miss Carter for assault leading to 
actual bodily harm please."

"Arrest me, that little shit has punched me, I have witnesses."

"Miss Carter, I have witnesses who will testify, if needed, that you pushed 
Miss Callie McGarvy to the floor last Friday, as a direct result of which, 
she underwent an emergency caesarean on Sunday morning." As the head 
was speaking Miss Carter went white. The police officer turned to her and 
arrested her; he called for back up to come with transport. The head called 
his secretary and she led Tim, Natalie and I through to the staff room and 
brought us coffees. I had to admit I was still shaken up by what had 
happened in the last 20 minutes. We watched through the window as a 
police car arrived and Miss Carter was led away. Peter then came and took 
us back to his office.

"Roy, Natalie, Tim, what can I say. I have called the union rep to come 
over. What are you going to do about her? She hurt your daughter and son."

"Peter, I am not going to press charges, however, I don't want her working 
in this or any other school. To say what she did to Tim and Callie is 
unforgivable. She is supposed to be a responsible teacher."

"It's alright Roy, I agree with you. Ah there you are Tracy. Miss Carter has 
just been arrested and taken to the police station."

"Miss Carter has been arrested, I thought she was the one who had been 
assaulted."

"She had, however in the course of verbal abuse of Tim and Callie 
McGarvy on Friday she knocked Callie to the floor leading to Callie giving 
birth prematurely yesterday morning. She then added insult to injury by 
insulting Tim and Callie this morning."

"Oh dear, what happens now?"

"Roy has just told me that he will not be pressing charges, however Miss 
Carter will be leaving this school and I will be reporting her to the LEA as 
an unfit teacher who is to be blacklisted. She will not teach again."

"Isn't that a bit harsh?"

 "Tracy, have a listen to this tape, I think you will agree with me she is 
unsuitable to be a teacher." Tracy listened to the tape, her mouth falling 
open as the tape progressed. She turned to Tim.

"Who was the other person?"

"I'm not sure of her name, she was the other one you had to speak to the 
day Callie and I came in to talk with the staff." The head picked up his 
phone and asked his secretary to bring Miss Beddoes to the office. 5 
minutes later she was there. Peter turned to her.

"Miss Beddoes, why didn't you report what happened on Friday afternoon 
between your friend, Miss Carter, and Tim and Callie McGarvy?"

"I didn't see anything to report sir."

"You didn't see an assault take place?"

"No sir, the only assault I have know about was this boy punching Miss 
Carter today."

"You didn't see your friend push Callie away on Friday?" I could see that 
shook her, I could see the look on her face as she tried to decide what to 
say. 

"Yes sir I did see her push Callie, but it was hardly an assault sir."

"Miss Beddoes, as a result of that push, as you call it, Callie fell over 
causing her waters to break, she went into premature labour and to save the 
baby they did an emergency caesarean on Sunday morning. You are 
suspended until an enquiry has been held. Tracy will advise you on your 
rights, but you will be escorted from the premises and you are forbidden to 
come on the school grounds until further notice. I would suggest you clear 
your locker this morning. Tracy can you go with her and do that?" I 
watched as a stunned teacher left the heads office. I felt sorry for her, her 
career at risk because of her friend. 


"Peter, if you think she is saveable, that she can learn from this I don't want 
her banned as a teacher. I would even go as far as to say I could even see 
that in certain circumstances she could work here again.
 
"Well Roy you are more than generous there. I could well understand you 
wanting her blood." 
 
"Peter just see how she reacts, if she learns from this then all is well, if she 
doesn't then it is her own fault. Tim for the moment please don't say 
anything about Miss Beddoes."
 
"Ok dad, can I go to see Callie?" I looked at the head. He smiled and said. 
 
"Go on Tim, give her my best wishes." We left his office; Natalie walked 
back into school as I walked away from school with Tim. At last he looked 
truly happy as we set off back to his daughter and girlfriend. The worries of 
the last few days erased by joy at going to see his girlfriend.
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