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Subject: {ASSM} "The Adoption" (Mg, cons, rom) Part 2 of 2
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Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2005 05:10:05 -0400
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{ASSM} "The Adoption" (Mg, cons, rom)
By: L. G. Storyman (C)2005



The story I got from Isabel was as pitiful as I have ever heard.  On a farm
not far from town she had lived with her step-father and his son.  Her own
mother taking her life after a beating that nearly left her dead anyway. 
The subsequent molesting of her and the abuse she had suffered at the hands
of her step-father until the final blow that had both knocked her teeth out
but also knocked some sense into her abused brain and she ran away.  I got
names and the address and had to listen to her tell of the way she was
treated and what was done to her.  She spilled it all in a release that
shook her to the very core of life itself.

Jake Thornton rose to his feet and his stenographer wept silently in the
corner of the room.  Four squad cars were sent, all that the town owned with
every officer that town had on its payroll.  I was time for me to get busy.
Judge Henry Blackwell was called for the issuing warrant and I set about
preparing the case that would have this small town in an uproar overnight. 
I waited outside the conference room until the child psychologist finished
with Isabel and let her walk out to me.  Isabel reached up with her arms for
me to pick her up and I did so with pleasure.

Without waiting another day I filed a Petition for Temporary Guardianship
and Restraining Order with the Clerk of the Circuit Court and Judge
Blackwell signed it.  Isabel belonged to me for at least a little while and
oh was she happy about that.  An Arraignment was scheduled and I understand
the boy was remanded to a safe house while his father was taken into custody
and sent to the hospital with undisclosed injuries.  Isabel's real mother's
body was exhumed from the shallow grave uncovered in the hog pen and picked
up by the County Coroner.  I tried explaining all that was happening to
Isabel, but she seemed to understand that I was making the bad go away and
the good come to stay and that was about as simple and to the point as any
attorney could have stated it.

I really did not want to share Isabel with Molly just yet, the feeling that
she was legally mine was just too new so after taking her to dinner at
Steaks & Things  I took her home to my place, such as it was.  I asked her
if she minded staying alone with me tonight and the response I got was
nothing like I expected.  It was only after I said it that I realized that
she probably thought that I wanted to be alone with her for sexual reasons.

"I think I need another bath and maybe you do too." she smiled suggestively.

"I hope you don't think I..."

"What, you don't want me that way?" cutting me short.

I dropped to my knees and she stepped in putting her arms around my neck.

"You may not want me, but I want you.  I want you to love me that way we can
never talk about.  I want you to do the things men want to do to little
girls like me.  I want you to make love to me."

"Oh God sweetheart I can't..."

"You're just scared cause this is your first time, I was scared like that
too before.  But you won't hit me or punch me and I want to feel what it is
like without the pain."

She stepped back and started taking her clothes off, teasing me with her
obvious strip act and in moments she was completely naked.  Then she was all
over me, mussing up my hair, kissing me and feeling for my manhood.  I was
as close to losing control as I had ever been, tempted beyond the point of
reasoning.  She was female and I was attracted to her even if she was just a
little girl, or was it because she was a little girl, I no longer knew the
truth, I just wanted her now more than anything else in life and my manhood
agreed.  I grabbed the cheeks of her butt and lifted her until her breasts
were at my mouth and took turns sucking on her now puffy nipples.

"Oh yesss." she cooed.
	
*****

	"I'm getting wet; I can feel it between my legs.  His gentle sucking on my
	titties is wonderful feeling.  Oh there, he found it.  His finger is
	forcing me open, going inside me now, going deep stretching me open.  I
	want this feeling so bad.  I need him loving me this way and I can't wait
	to be fucked again."

I read the child psychologist's report again and I would keep re-reading it
until it made sense.

	72CR4078
	
	.
	.
	.
	.
	Having been raped and sexually abused at five years of age and then
	repeatedly being sexually abused over the next two years, the child became
	conditioned to the pleasures of sex and began blocking out the life
	threatening physical abuse which ranged from repeated blows with a fist to
	her abdomen and head to outright choking of the neck.  Sexual stimulation
	and satisfaction is not only easily achievable by a female child but just
	as addictive to the child as it is to an adult female.  Isabel took the
	sexual activity as the only pleasure being offered and mistook lust for
	love in the process with her abusive step-father.
	.
	.
	.
	Physical examination revealed severe and irreparable damage to her cervix
	and uterus and she will never reach menarche or bear children at maturity.
	There are also indications of internal damage to her spleen and kidneys and
	ligatures about the upper neck and spinal area.  The right side of her jaw
	bone is fractured and there is severe trauma and damage to the facial
	tissue and musculature beneath. Prognosis is not good and suggests a
	shortened life span.
	.
	.
	.
	Carol Felding, PhD
	Child Psychologist
	FBI Child Abuse Taskforce
	Case No. 72CR4078

Molly burst into tears when I showed her the report and held Isabel so close
to her as if protecting her from any further harm.  Then there was Doc
Williams corroborating examination as well.  It all was a hard pill to
swallow.  Returning home I set about preparing the Petition for Adoption I
would file after the trial.

The Arraignment lasted all of five minutes and Isabel's step-father was
bound over for trial without speaking a word, which would have been pretty
hard since his mouth was wired shut and the straight-jacket was a nice touch
I thought.  The trial was scheduled for a week from today.

*****

"Draw near and give witness, the 37th District Court in and for the County
of McHenry is in session.  The right honorable Judge Henry Blackwell
presiding.  BE SEATED."

Blackwell entered through the door to his chambers and stepped to his bench.
 The gavel came down on the oak block sounding like a nearby rifle shot.

"Come to Order!" he issued as his black robe came to a standstill.

Isabel's step-father slumped forward, his head striking the solid oak table
he was sitting at, and within a minute the blood appeared pooling like a
small lake that wandered over to the edge of the table and became a
waterfall.  Once more the sound of a nearby rifle shot was heard and with
half of his head blown away, a fourteen year old nearly toothless boy fell
over the banister and plummeted downward into the seating area below, his
rifle following behind him.

The room went into hysteria.

"SILENCE, I WILL HAVE ORDER!" Blackwell nearly screamed.

"Bailiff, clear this courtroom!"

The defense attorney pulled his client back and upright and the bullet hole
between his eyes had nearly stopped bleeding, but his blood covered
everything concealing his identity.  There were people retching in the aisle
ways and several of the female jury members had fainted.  Molly covered
Isabel's eyes as I leaped upward to survey the carnage.

"Hunting rifle with a scope, and a nice one, large caliber." one of the
Officers stated.

When the courtroom was cleared I sat down at the Plaintiff's bench and
looked around.  The Defense's bench had been removed and only a puddle of
blood remained on the terrazzo floor where it had once stood.  Judge
Blackwell was still at his bench with his head in his hands.  Isabel was in
my arms holding on tightly.  Slowly the minutes passed before the Judge
looked up.

"TR, I am sorry for this deadly display in my courtroom.  This case before
me obviously closed now in light of these events.  Is there anything else
this Court can do for you?"

Isabel wiggled free of me and slid off my lap, straightened her dress and
walked up to the Judge's bench.  Blackwell stood up and leaned forward to
both see her and listen.

"Mister Judge, I don't know what happened but I want TR to adopt me and for
Molly to be my mommy now.  Can you make that happen?"

Molly stood up as I did and I embraced the woman who has loved me all these
years as we waited for an impossible answer.  The air hung still, you could
hear a pin drop.  Minutes passed.  Judge Blackwell closed his case folder
and stepped down from his bench to kneel before the little girl.

"Yes, little one, I can make that happen."

"Let me get things cleaned up and my schedule arranged.  Bring me the
petition and all other paperwork and next Friday I will set things right."
Blackwell smiled and kissed Isabel on the forehead.

-END-

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