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Subject: {ASSM} The Bargain (Mg ped cons rom)
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Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 15:10:01 -0500
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One of my favs. Originally submitted by Clem Kadiddlehopper in July 2001.
enjoy! 
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this is a repost of a story from 2001.  The original author went by the name of Clem Kadiddlehopper

The Bargain (Mg ped cons rom)

   Chapter One

   Allen started up the Lexus after closing the trunk and shaking
out the umbrella.  Spokane was dry most of the summer, but a
thunderstorm like this was not unusual in June, and it was pouring
rain, thunder booming across the flats north of town.  He had just
arrived back from his winter estate in Kauai, and was stocking up
on provisions for his summer home, a large rambler on a bend of the
Pend Oreille river near Sandpoint in Idaho.  It took about an hour
to drive from the north end of Spokane to the Washington-Idaho
border at Newport, and then another forty-five minutes or so on a
winding road on the south side of the river to his home.  

   He had spent the day in Spokane, meeting with his lawyer about
a few things, and was running much later than he wanted, forgoing
dinner for a quick burger and starting his rounds in the north end
of town.  He finished up at a Wal-Mart, and it was turning dark as
he started the wipers and shifted the car into gear.  They had been
refinishing the parking lot, and much of it was blocked off with
barriers and plastic ribbons, some of which had been broken by the
wind and were whipping around the lot.  There was a snarl of cars
trying to find their way to the exits.

   "Come on," he said to no one, stalled in a line of cars.  He
could see down the side of the store that the feeder street was
empty where the back lot met the road, so he turned left to drive
around the building.  No one else had figured out the way to avoid
the mess in front, and he was alone as his headlights swept around
the back corner of the store and froze the child in their beams.

   Allen stopped the car just past a group of dumpsters, and sat
thinking for a moment. He had seen the small figure scrambling to
get out of his headlights, and he was sure it had crawled inside
one of the dumpsters, through a side door about three feet off the
ground.  It was a little blonde girl, he thought.  What was she
doing alone in back of the store, climbing into garbage?

   Not my business, he thought, and the brake lights went out as
the car rolled forward a few feet and then came on again.  I can't
just drive off, he thought, I'll at least go inside and notify the
staff.  He decided to have a look himself, just to make sure, so he
backed up the car and parked it against the building.  He fished a
flashlight out of the glove box and dashed out through the pelting
rain over to the dumpster.  The metal door creaked as he pulled it
open, and he could hear paper rustling as he trained the flashlight
inside.  A small girl squinted back at him into the light, holding
up her hands to shield her eyes.

   Chapter Two

   Laurie had not been having a good day.  She had managed to get
enough to eat by stealing from the candy aisle of the store, but
she was getting sick of the sweets, which were all she had been
able to get for a couple of days.  She had made some money down the
street at a mall throughout the week, making up stories of needing
bus money, until the security guards began to take notice of her
tattered clothes.  She managed to slip away and had walked down the
street to this Wal-Mart, hoping to the play the same game.

   But the pickings were slim here, and she couldn't hang around
the same store much longer, her condition was drawing too many
stares.  She had kept herself clean in the washroom, carefully
brushing her teeth in the sink, and even managed to rinse out her
socks and panties. But her blouse was stained and her jeans
threadbare, both knees down to white threads.  One of her shoes was
starting to come apart, and no matter how clean she was, she still
didn't look the part of a child shopping with her family.

   It had been like this for two weeks now, since she woke up to
find her mom, Connie, dead on the floor.  She first noticed the
smell of urine and feces, and even though the filthy rooms they
were living in stank at the best of times, it normally didn't smell
like an outhouse.  She rubbed sleep from her eyes and walked out of
her bedroom, and there Connie had been on the floor. Laurie had
shaken her for a few moments, but it was obvious she was dead by
the mess in her pants.  Her needle and kit were on the table, the
candle burned completely down into a pool of wax, the blackened
spoon still resting where she had dropped it after taking the fatal
shot.

   Connie had been a junkie for nearly all of Laurie's life, at
least as long as she remembered. Which meant she was also a
prostitute, when she was clean enough to work.  Laurie had gotten
used to the men cycling in and out of the apartments they lived in,
usually only for a few months before the landlord caught on, or
Connie failed to pay the rent or both.  Things had gotten so bad
several times in the past couple of years that Laurie herself had
been sold by her mom to the men.

   It wasn't that bad if you weren't grossed out, and somehow
Laurie had never really minded the men feeling her and sticking
their penises in her mouth.  She had lost her virginity at age
seven to a well-dressed man that paid Connie several hundred
dollars for the privilege.  It had hurt at first, but not bad, and
they had lived high on the hog for a few days after, until Connie
had burned through the money to buy dope.

   Laurie had managed to attend school off and on, during a couple
of periods where Connie was making decent money from turning
tricks.  But most of the time she was on her own, and spent her
days at the local library, sometimes staying in the reading room
until it closed.  She loved books and read everything she could,
most of them novels, something for escape.  She was bright for her
age and didn't even recall learning how to read, it was just
something she had picked up. 

   There were piles of books in her bedroom at home, most of which
she had stolen.  It was easy for a little girl to steal, no one
suspected or watched her in stores.  Stealing food was pretty much
a normal daily activity, as Connie was anything but a provider. 
Now that she was dead, Laurie figured she could take care of
herself.  Anything was better than being put in some home.  She had
already been inside when Connie had landed in the hospital after an
overdose, and she hated the prison atmosphere of the place.  

   Now she was having second thoughts.  It was one thing to live
on her own when she had a place to stay, even the most recent roach
palace Connie had managed to find.  At first she had found a couple
of places near the mall, an old garage and a shed, but people had
seen her and she couldn't go back for fear of being picked up.

   She had settled on the dumpster in back of the store, which was
mostly filled with paper, and was relatively warm and dry.  She had
been soaked by the thunderstorm as she had walked down the long
side wall of the store without cover, and was just crawling into
the dumpster to get out of the rain when she was caught in the
headlights on the man's car.  She heard the car stop and then back
up, and the sound of a door opening and closing, feet slapping wet
pavement.  Now she stared up at a man shining a flashlight on her,
trapped in the dumpster, still dripping from the rain.

More to follow!
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