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This is fiction, a product of a mind warped since childhood by
dealings with devious adults with their own agendas.
If erotic stories are not allowed where you are, close this or
change countries.
Story codes: Mg*, Fb, bg*, ped, oral, anal
Our hero is gentle with the children but deals harshly with
adults when needed. If crushed elbows or bleeding bodies on the
sidewalk bother you, move on.
My inspiration was a child I never spoke with and only saw at a
distance. I had a face, a name and an age - the story was built
on that foundation.
 =============================
Thursday, 10 September, 4:45PM
"The warehouse inventory company has already made me an offer. It
appears the interview will be mostly a formality - they want to
know if I can start immediately after the interview."
"Do they pay well?"
"Fair, but they're also offering some stock in the company. In
the current environment, I think they'll do very well in their
industry. Having time with them certainly won't hurt my resume`.
It's not like I need rent for a penthouse. A few extra bucks to
take my girls - and maybe their mother - to a movie or a nice
dinner would be good, but with their love I'm already richer than
Midas."
"You keep telling me how great my kids are and I just might
believe you."
"Wonder why?"
---
"Jack, you still plan to 'help' all of them tonight?"
"Yes. They've been all over me today and they need a huge amount
of physical attention. I'm thinking of waking them and letting
each one have lap time while I read her favorite short book. We
can work out the other 'help' at bedtime. With this nap, letting
them stay up late shouldn't be a problem."
"Do you always plan things out like this?"
"Always have."
"What about at the cemetery today?"
"Only a minute's planning, but I looked at and discarded three
plans before choosing the one I executed."
"How is that possible?"
"Guess I'm just good at thinking on my feet and working under
pressure."
---
Thursday, 10 September, 9:00PM
"Paige, wake up if you want to do kissy-face and other things."
"I love kissy-face - and what we did last night!"
"Let's go to your room. There's more room on your bed than in
here."
"Can we get naked?"
"I'd like to undress you and do some special things while I do
that."
"I like special!"
"First your shoes and socks. Now I can kiss your toes on this
foot. And suck on each one of them…"
"That makes me all tingly! Do it again!"
"What do you mean, 'again'? There's a whole foot that I haven't
done yet."
"Do it!"
"Still tingly?"
"Even better!"
"Now your hair ribbons. And I nibble your earlobe while I untie
the bow on the other side."
"Keep doing it!"
"Turn so I can do the other side."
"Yes!"
"Now the shirt."
"Kiss my boobies!"
"These dirty spots? I think they need to be washed off. Maybe I
can do that with my tongue."
"Keep washing! Do the other one!"
"Now your shorts and these dressy panties."
"Rub my butt!"
"Rub and squeeze. Did I forget anything!"
"Kiss me! Give me your tongue!"
"OK little vacuum cleaner. Here's the tongue."
Is she trying to say something? Tickle her to make her let go of
my tongue long enough to tell me.
"Why'd you tickle me?"
"So you'd let go of my tongue long enough to tell me what 'ph ur
tb n m' means."
"Put your thumbs in me!"
"Just my thumbs?"
"Stretch my butt and then put your penis in!"
"First some KY jelly. Then a kiss and a lick here…"
"That's where you rubbed me last night! Lick it again!"
"Just a little more."
"Don't stop!"
"Now squat down and take me in. I think you know where it goes."
"It's big! And it feels good! Can I go as deep as last night?"
"Come down slowly. My hand will stop you when I think you have as
much as is safe."
"Go in and out!"
"You want to use your legs to do the in and out? Then you can go
as fast as you want."
"Yes. Deeper! It's good! The tingle is strong! Rub my thing some
more!"
"Your clitoris?"
"Yes!"
"Like this?"
"Rub it harder! And faster! Move your hand so I can go deeper!"
"Only a little deeper. You want a finger in your pussy?"
"Will it fit?"
"Here's some KY and here's pinky finger."
"Oooh! So good! Push pinky deeper! Mmmft!"
That was quick. She is undressed and ready for bed. I'll tell her
to brush her teeth in the morning - I don't think that skipping
brushing one night will be a problem. She should sleep well
tonight.
---
Thursday, 10 September, 9:45PM
"Celia, wake up and we can do kissy-face and other things you
want to do."
"I love kissy-face!"
"Let's go to your room so we have the whole bed."
"And get naked?"
"I want to undress you and maybe do some special things while I
do that."
"I love special!"
"Weren't you supposed to be wearing shoes?"
"Un huh. They're in your bedroom."
"Then I'll start with socks. Then kiss each toe…"
"Gives me tingles!"
"Then suck on each toe…"
"Do my other foot!"
"OK. Now your shirt."
"Kiss my boobies!"
"You mean these mosquito bites? They may be small enough to wash
them away with my tongue."
"Do the other one!"
"Done. Now your shorts. Weren't you supposed to be wearing
underwear?"
"I left it in the bathroom. I wanted you to rub my bare butt but
I went to sleep before I could ask."
"Let's start at your feet again. I'll kiss and lick up the inside
of this leg to the knee…"
"Go higher!"
"Then the other leg from ankle to knee…"
"Go higher!"
 "Then up from your knee…"
"In the middle!"
"Then up from the other knee…"
"Go higher!"
"Then up the middle…"
"Spread the lips and use your tongue inside!"
"Did I forget anything, Celia?"
"My lips and my butt! Do the KY and put it in my butt! Then give
me your tongue to suck!"
"Back down slowly."
"It's big! But it feels good! I need it deeper!"
"Keep going slowly, there's plenty more."
"So good! Is there more?"
"Yes. You're only half way."
"It's getting better but I feel really full!"
"You've either reached your limit or you're full of poop. Another
time I'll show you how to use an enema to empty out your bowel so
it can go deeper."
"It can go deeper?"
"Another time, not tonight. While you suck my tongue, I'll put a
finger in your pussy."
"Do it!"
"It's in. Now a little deeper. A little more. And a little more.
And that's the bottom. Now I'll rub your clitoris with my thumb."
"MMFT!"
And she's out. I'll wash the poop off before I go to Amelia.
---
Thursday, 10 September, 11:00PM
"Amelia, wake up if you want kissy-face."
"Always! And more of what we did last night?"
"If you'll let me go slowly, I'll make love to you instead of
just giving you an orgasm that makes you faint."
"Why?"
"Because I'd like for you to stay awake and enjoy it longer."
"Longer than just fainting? Yes!"
"Let's go to your room."
"And get naked?"
"I want to undress you and do some special things while I do
that."
"I'm all over special!"
"Actually, you are special all over. From your pretty hair to
your cute toes."
"Making love is talking too? Not just touchy-feely stuff?"
"Amelia, the strongest sex organ is your brain. Talking,
touching, even laughing can be part of making love. It's making
your partner feel loved and wanted and special in many ways."
"You do that just by being near me."
"Then I'd like to get even closer. I'll start undressing you with
your shoes. No socks with these Crocs, so I'll kiss each toe…"
"I like this!"
"And suck on it…"
"Even better!"
"And now the other foot…"
"I wish I was an octopus!"
"They have eight legs but they don't have toes."
"Then I'll stay me. I like having my toes sucked!"
"Now your shirt."
"Kiss my boobies!"
"Boobie wannabees. More like bee stings. Maybe it's like
snakebite and I can suck the poison out."
"Do the other one!"
"Or maybe milk it out with my fingers…"
"Squeeze both of them!"
"Let's see if your bellybutton is clean. Looks like it needs
dusting with a raspberry."
"That tickles!"
"Now your shorts."
"Rub and squeeze my butt?"
"No. I think maybe your ankles."
"It tickles when you bite them!"
"I thought were ticklish all over. Seems I was right. Now kisses
up to your knee."
"Go higher!"
"Now the other ankle."
"Don't bite it!"
"Now kisses up to your knee."
"Go higher! Lots higher!"
"Now kisses from your knee up."
"Do the middle! Put your tongue in me!"
"Now kisses from the other knee up."
"Go higher. And in the middle!"
"You want a lick here?"
"Do me some more!
"Or a finger in here?"
"Oooh! Deeper!"
"Or something bigger?"
"Yes!"
"I want you on top, Amelia. I had to roll you on top so you could
breathe last night. I think this will be better."
"But you can't get as deep!"
"If you sit up and don't lean in for kissy-face, I think you can
get as deep as you want."
"I should do it fast?"
"Start slow until you know how far you can go down before it
hurts and how high you can come up before you lose it."
"I really like fast."
"I didn't say 'no' to fast, just that you need to learn the
territory so you don't spend more time putting it back in than
enjoying it."
"OK. I'll try it your way. Down slow - I hit bottom! You don't
have to be on top."
"I think I said that. Now try moving a little from side to side
and from front to back."
"They feel different."
"Try moving in a circle."
"That's even more different."
"Now go up and down and add the other motions until it feels the
best."
"This so good! I tingle all over! I gotta move faster!"
"I want you to trust me on this, Amelia. Don't move any faster.
Just keep moving and concentrate on what feels best."
"Are you sure?"
"Did you like what we did last night?"
"Un huh!"
"Would I cheat you out of that?"
"No. You worked really hard to make me feel good even when it
hurt you to do it. I'll try this a little longer."
"And I can rub a pretty little bee sting. And it's partner. Lean
down and kiss me."
"It moves all over inside when I lean down! Kiss me again!"
"Move up and down just a little faster and I'll rub your
clitoris."
"So good! Rub harder. Faster! Squeeze my boobies again! It's
really strong! What's happening?"
"Watch your tummy."
"It ripples! I tingle all over! Can you make it stop?"
"Are you sure you want it to stop?"
"I don't know. The tingles are really strong and my tummy keeps
rippling! Does it ever go away?"
"Slowly. Lean down for a kiss."
"That's so good with you inside me when I lean over and my tummy
ripples! Is it always this good when you make love?"
"It can be. You just need a partner who cares about you and wants
you to feel good."
"But you didn't get anything."
"I got to make the prettiest girl I know very happy and she's
giving me these great smiles."
"You're silly but it's nice to be loved like this. I'm tired. Can
I lay down on you?"
"If that's what you want. I can move over so there's room for you
to lie beside me with your head on my shoulder or I can let you
have the whole bed."
"Beside you, with my head on your shoulder. Rub my butt."
"OK."
"Just a little rub. My tingles are still strong."
"OK."
"Kiss me goodnight?"
"And this is just a little kiss?"
"Un huh. Tomorrow, too?"
"If you're not too sore. Otherwise, for as long as you want me."
"Always. Stay with me 'til I'm asleep?"
"Of course."
---
Friday, 11 September, 12:20AM
"You wore yourself out again, Jack."
"No, Sarah. I took care of my girls. And Amelia did stay awake to
enjoy the tingles for a long time."
"You do realize that you've created some monsters? They'll want
this every night."
"We'll talk about it. They know that I love them and want what's
best for them so I think they'll be willing to go to an easier
schedule once the new has worn off."
"Are you reading their auras?"
"Just their actions and reactions. It's usually easy with kids.
They haven't learned to be devious, although Amelia is pretty
good at filching my phone when she seems to be doing something
else."
"She loves being recognized for doing something well. When the
Deputy told her she did video better than most adults I thought
she might float away. You got her started on that. Did you see
something that I didn't?"
"We saw the same things. I just read more into it than you did.
One of her sketches is in perspective, which most kids only do
when someone gives them an example. Another set of sketches looks
at familiar things but from different angles. I though she had an
artist's eye so I gave her the opportunity to show what she could
do."
 "No wonder they love you. You bring out the best in them and
encourage them to try their wings. And like Paige on the
banister, you're there to catch them if they need it."
"I don't think Paige will need help staying on the banister after
another time or two. They may be asking for a more challenging
swing/climbing set."
"In the few days she's been around you, Paige is much more
willing to try new or scary things than she ever was before."
"That could be from the bump on her head."
"The ER doc said that bump was in the area of motor control, not
personality."
"Maybe she just has better balance and coordination now?"
"Jack, you can be so annoying! It's none of those things and you
know it. The girls have blossomed from having you here and I'll
never be able to thank you enough."
"They're doing a good job of thanking me. I've never had three
beautiful females wanting me before."
"Perhaps not three who were so obvious about it. I'm sure there
were many who kept it to themselves because they were burdened
with children or husbands who didn't measure up. Mr. Wilson, you
should be in bed. Those little girls that you loved to sleep will
likely be up early tomorrow - I guess that's today, now - and
wanting you to take them to swim with Alicia and company. "
"Goodnight, Sarah."
"Goodnight, Jack. Thank you for loving my girls enough to give
them the kind of care you do."
"I might like them a little."
"Like a baby elephant is 'little'."
---
Friday, 11 September, 7:00AM
"Good morning, Uncle Jack."
"Good morning, Amelia. You can wake me with a kiss any morning."
 "I liked it when you did it, so I thought you might like it."
"You were correct."
"Can we go swimming at Alicia's?"
"I think there are some things that need to be done first. As
much as I like your pretty little butt, it needs to be covered,
your sisters need to be awake and also dressed, we all need to
eat breakfast and your mother or I should ask Miss Mindy if she's
willing to put up with three possibly annoying little girls."
"We're not annoying!"
"Not even when you wake your sisters up by yelling at me?"
"Sorry, Uncle Jack. I'll go tell them I'm sorry and help Celia
get dressed."
"Thank you, sweetie. Remember to brush your teeth this morning -
that got lost in other things last night…"
"But the 'other things' were so good!"
"Remind your sisters to brush."
"I will."
"Go get busy before I decide this naked girl in front of me is
too pretty not to do other things with and we miss breakfast
entirely."
"I think I'd like that, but I might be too sore."
"I wondered if you would be. You've had a couple of very active
evenings."
"But they were so good!"
"So we should work out a schedule for the good stuff that doesn't
leave you sore? Maybe twice a week? What about Celia and Paige?"
"They both said the chairs were too hard yesterday so I guess
they'll be sore this morning, too. I'll ask them about twice a
week - and on different nights so we can have you as long as we
want!"
"Remember that the schedule will change when school starts.
You'll be going to bed earlier and that will be for sleep, not
'other things'."
"Do we hafta go to school? I'd rather be with you."
"Yes, you 'hafta' go. I'd like to be able to carry on
conversations about a lot of things with my smart girls and you
need to go to school to learn about some of those things. I'll
also probably have a job today or tomorrow and won't be available
all day for fun stuff."
"I'll miss you if you're working."
"I'll miss you if you're at school but some things we must do."
"I guess."
"Remember what I told you?"
"Get dressed, brush my teeth, tell Celia and Paige - hey, they're
not in here! My yelling didn't wake them up. You should go wake
them, Uncle Jack."
"You think so?"
"I love waking up to your kisses! I know they do too."
"Go cover that pretty little butt and I'll wake the others."
"OK."
"I said cover it, not shake it. I could turn you over my lap and
paddle it. You might even like that - I would be touching your
butt."
 "No! Rubbing is good but spanking stings."
"Go before you get the sting."
"Going."
---
"Good morning, Celia."
"Oooh! I like this alarm clock. Good morning, Uncle Jack. Kiss me
again?"
"Just once and just a little one. Brush your teeth - that got
lost in last night's activities…"
"But what we did was lots more fun!"
"I know. Brush. Get your clothes. If you need help getting
dressed, ask Amelia or me. Meanwhile, I'll wake Paige."
"OK."
---
"Good morning, Paige."
"I like waking up like this! Good morning, Uncle Jack. Can we go
swimming?"
"Go brush your teeth - that got lost last night…"
"We were doing better stuff!"
"Go brush. Get dressed. We'll eat breakfast and then your mother
or I will call Miss Mindy and ask if she's willing to put up with
some annoying little girls."
"I'm not annoying!"
"Yelling at me isn't annoying?"
"Sorry, Uncle Jack. Help me with my underwear?"
"Don't you mean rub your pussy and your butt?"
"Un huh. And my boobies."
"These dirty spots on your chest?"
"They stand up a little when you lick or kiss them."
A four-year-old's nipples respond to attention? Interesting.
Guess I need to spend more time exploring the potential erotic
zones on these pretty little bodies.
---
Friday, 11 September, 8:00AM
"Jack, you didn't let them talk you into pancakes again?"
"No, it was my suggestion. I had an early but very pleasant alarm
clock this morning so I also woke the girls pleasantly and we
came down to cook…"
"I did the banister without holding Uncle Jack's hand!"
"Aren't you the brave girl, Paige."
"Pancakes just led to bacon and sausage…"
"And the scent woke me up. I do enjoy having someone with a blue
aura in the household. What time is your job interview?"
"2. The girls can get some swim time if Mindy is up to having
additional kids over and we can get back in time for lunch. I'll
have time for a shower and shave - the interview location is
probably less than fifteen minutes from here."
"I don't want you to have a job. I want you here!"
"Me too."
"Celia, Paige. School starts soon and you won't be here during
the day…"
"Do I hafta go? I wanna stay with you."
"Me too."
"Yes, you 'hafta'. If I'm working I won't be available for fun
stuff during the day so staying here won't be as much fun."
"Yeah. Like last year. Momma was writing books all the time and
sometimes we had a nanny and sometimes a babysitter."
---
"Jack, that was Mindy on the phone. Her kids want the girls to
come over and swim. Lunch is a good time to break as she and the
kids are going to the Sheriff's Office to tell all that Carl and
his family did to them. She said that Alicia wanted you to come
over when they get back because you'll 'make it better'."
"Then swimsuits and towels for those that are going in the pool
and sunscreen before you put on your swimsuit."
"Sunscreen first? Some of me is covered by the swimsuit."
"Remember the turned up edge on Celia's bikini bottoms the other
day? And that line of burned skin?"
"Do me, Uncle Jack!"
"Me too!"
"Me three!"
"I don't remember them being this interested in sunscreen
before."
"Momma, we saw how hard it was for Celia to sit down. We don't
wanna do that."
"Any reason to get them protected is a good one."
"Sarah, they might just be hoping for some good touchy-feely
time."
"That's probably most of it."
---
Friday, 11 September, 9:15AM
"Hi, Alicia."
"Oh. Hi, Mister Jack."
"Alicia, is something wrong? You seem very subdued this morning."
"We're gonna tell about all the things Daddy and my uncles and
cousins did to us. I don't wanna talk about it but Momma says
it's important and will keep them from hurting any of us again."
"And you're a little scared of being in a place with so many
men?"
"How'd you know?"
"From some things you said when we were here before. Do you
remember the Deputy I was talking to when the people got shot at
your house?"
"He's big!"
"He's a nice guy and has four kids who really like him."
"He's big and not mean?"
"I'm taller than he is. Am I mean?"
"No, but you're different. You treat girls like they were real
people."
"Deputy Connors is a lot like me. If it will make you feel safer,
ask if he can be in the room with you when you're talking to the
detectives or whoever else. Also for your sisters if you think
they'd feel safer with someone I trust."
"Thank you, Mister Jack. I love you."
"I love you, Alicia. Go have fun in the pool."
"Can you throw us?"
"In a little while."
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Yes, Mrs. Davis?"
"I don't know what you told Alicia, but thank you for making her
smile."
"I can tell that she's afraid of men so I asked if she remembered
the Deputy I was talking with after the shooting here. Her
response was 'He's big!'. I told her that I trusted him and if it
would make her feel safer she could ask for him to be in the room
with her while the detectives or whoever are talking with her.
Same for her sisters. If you'd like that also, just ask for him.
Tell Deputy Connors it was my idea."
"Thank you. I know they'll feel safe with someone you trust on
their side. Will you come over when we get back? I had to promise
Alicia that I would ask you to get her to agree to this."
"I have a job interview at 2, but I should be free by 4."
"They said the detective interviews would be about an hour for me
and the older girls but much shorter for Rachel unless she opened
up on her own. All the people doing the interviews are female."
"That's good. The girls will feel safer."
"As big as that Deputy is and knowing that you trust him, I don't
think anyone would scare the girls if he's there."
"That's why I suggested him. They've been the little ones who
were run over by the big ones. They need a 'big one' on their
side."
"They'll have him."
---
Friday, 11 September, 10:00AM
"Throw me higher this time!"
"Wait for Leah to get out of the way."
"No! Throw me!"
"Alicia, out of the pool."
"Why?"
"Do I need to answer that?"
"No, Mister Jack. I wasn't keeping Leah safe. I know; one turn."
"That's right, sweet girl."
"I was bad but you called me 'sweet girl'. Why?"
"You weren't 'bad'. You're a pretty good kid. Even good kids
disobey sometimes. You're a 'sweet girl' because you took
responsibility for your actions and didn't argue about the
punishment."
"I love you, Mister Jack."
"I love you, Alicia."
"I know. You're always trying to teach me."
---
"One more throw for each of you and it's time for me to rest."
"You're just old, Uncle Jack."
"Say 'old' again and you'll get your bare bottom spanked."
---
"He'd hit you, Amelia?"
"He's never hit any of us, Alicia - except when I was
smart-mouthing him in the bathroom one time and he popped my butt
with a towel to remind me that I'd gotten into Momma's big towels
instead of the ones I was supposed to get. I think his 'spanking'
might be two swats with his hand that was just hard enough to
sting but not leave a mark."
"That's all?"
"He talks to us like he did you. Sometimes I think that's worse
than a spanking."
"Yeah. You gotta think about what you did. Spankings are usually
over a lot quicker but I'd rather be talked to than hit."
---
"Mr. Wilson, what did you say to Alicia? She got out of the pool
smiling about losing a turn at what has to be their favorite new
game."
"I told her she was a sweet girl for taking responsibility for
her actions and not arguing about her punishment."
"That's a new experience in discipline for them. I agree with
Sarah: you do work wonders with the kids."
"I just take care of them the best way I can."
"I wish they could get a day with you each week. They've gotten
more real 'father time' with you this week than they got from
their father in the last year."
"My time with Sarah's girls will be limited after today. I have a
job interview at 2 that will likely have me working before the
day is out."
"That's good for you but the girls will be disappointed. Do they
know?"
"We talked about the job - and them starting school soon - at
breakfast. Kids handle change better when they know about it in
advance."
"Wish my girls could have had that."
---
"Amelia, Celia, Paige. Time to go."
"Do we hafta, Uncle Jack?"
"Do you hafta go, Mister Jack?"
"Yes, girls. Lunch time for all of us and I must get ready for my
job interview this afternoon."
"Bye, Alicia."
"Bye, Amelia. Bye, Mister Jack. I love you."
"I love you, Alicia. Your mother said you wanted to see me later
today so I'll be back after the interview."
"Thank you, Mister Jack."
---
Friday, 11 September, 12:10PM
"Alicia wants you there when they get back from the Sheriff's
Office?"
 "That's what Mindy said."
"Why?"
"I think she'll need a lot of cuddling after she relives some of
the things she's been through."
"Why do you say that, Jack?"
"If Carl punched his children as punishment and Alicia was
surprised that I 'treated girls like real people', how else do
you think those girls might have been used?"
"You should have killed all of them instead of just the three!"
"Calm down, Sarah. I would have liked to, but they didn't all
present an opportunity. Only three of them pulled a weapon on
me."
"What happens to Carl and the ones they arrested?"
"The ones that tried to break down the door will be charged with
attempted home invasion and a death during the commission of a
felony gives the perpetrators an automatic charge of murder. Carl
wasn't part of that but I suspect his wife and children will
reveal enough today to put him away for life and perhaps several
times over. Not that he's likely to survive prison. The hard-core
felons are very holier-than-thou with people who hurt children."
"You didn't finish your sandwich, Jack."
"Probably a little nervous about the interview. I haven't done
that in a long time."
"Just be yourself. You'll be fine/"
"Can we get in the shower with you, Uncle Jack? We still have
chlorine on us."
"Nice try, Amelia, but you can use the other bath and your mother
can help you where needed. I just have time to shower, shave,
dress and get there."
"Wear one of the fun ties."
"Mickey?"
"Yes!"
---
Friday, 11 September, 1:55PM
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Yes, I'm Jack Wilson."
"We appreciate your promptness. I'll tell Bob you're here. 'Bob,
Jack Wilson is here.'"
"Thank you, Sherry. 'I'll be right there.'
---
"Jack, I'm Bob Bridges. Your resume` is excellent and we always
appreciate veterans because you're self-starters and have a real
sense of purpose. Do you have space to set up a work area at
home? I won't call it an office because anyone who's done the
kinds of consulting you've done has his own ideas of what makes a
good work environment."
"Yes, I have space and I do prefer to work at home."
"Knowing that we have a very different environment from any one
else in the industry, we provide a $3000 'office' allowance to
allow you to get or upgrade to the needed equipment and make any
changes in your work area that our process may require."
"That's very generous, Mr. Bridges."
"Please, call me Bob. With only twelve people, we're on a first
name basis except for the two Jerry's. They're Jerry A. and Jerry
Z. Abercrombie and Zimmerman. You'll be working with them. Any
administrative items are Sherry's. You keep your time card in a
spreadsheet and send it in each week by email. If email is down,
call. Sherry has very legible writing and takes shorthand faster
than I can speak - something she saw her grandmother doing so she
asked to learn the 'secret code'. I want you to meet everyone, so
I'll schedule one of our rare in-person meetings for Monday. You
OK with lunch at the Crazy Dog sub shop? The food is good and
they have a meeting room we can use."
"I'm relatively new in town - in fact staying with family at the
moment - but 'good' overrides most other words about food."
"You looking for a place to live? My sister has a house for
rent."
"Thanks, Bob, but a family member offered a two bedroom garage
apartment about fifteen minutes from this office for free for a
while so I'll be there."
"My sister can't beat the rent or the location. You said family?"
"Distant cousin, but it's a very accepting family. If they think
you're related - no matter how distant - you're family."
"My wife's family is like that. I was 'Uncle Bob' to all the
nieces and nephews before Laura and I were even engaged."
"It's nice to be accepted and loved."
"It is. Jack, here's your first assignment so do it on company
time. Get with Sherry for an ID and password, then use our HR
site to do all the paperwork."
"You have an HR department?"
"No, just the web site. That's one of the services we sell. At
least ninety per cent of common HR paperwork should be automated
so we use the system to prove it works. The person-to-person
things and the few things that need physical signatures we do as
needed. Sherry will have everything you need to sign in a folder
at lunch Monday. Might take you five minutes to sign it all
because you'll have already had time to read everything
beforehand."
"You are well organized."
"We're small and have some big competition so we can't afford not
to be. We also try to know each other well enough to be able to
help in time of need. For example, Charlie is an excellent
mechanic - and he's certified. Bring pictures and stories with
you Monday and tell us a little about yourself and your family."
 "You didn't mention salary or benefits."
"You start at $30 an hour above what you asked and go up from
there, based on production and quality, which I realize are
tradeoffs. Those are administrative items, anyway, so Sherry has
details. Here's a prepaid Debit card with the $3000 for your work
area and Sherry will get you your corporate Amex card - also your
ID at Costco, at least for the rest of the year. Get what you
need tomorrow and do it on company time. For now, see Sherry then
go home and do the online paperwork."
"Thanks, Bob."
"No, thank you, Jack. You bring skills that we desperately need."
"Had I known you were desperate, I might have asked for more."
"I can't do much more in cash at the moment, but you do get a
thousand shares of stock as a signing bonus and a sweetener of a
share of stock for every hour you work. I'm wasting your time
with administrative things that Sherry can do faster because she
has it so well organized. Go see her. She'll add you to the daily
update email and you'll know what's going on where. Then go home
and see your family, Jack."
---
"Mr. Wilson…"
"Call me Jack."
"Jack, here's the link for our HR site, your ID and your initial
password. You'll be required to change it on your first login.
The password must be at least fourteen characters, alphanumeric.
The requirements are on the screen, but it's usually easier if
you've had time to think about a longer password before being
prompted for it."
"Bob's right. You do have things well organized."
"Thank you, Jack. If you step over here, I'll get a picture for
your company ID. You'll probably use it mostly to ID yourself to
our customers. Now a fingerprint scan."
 "You compare to some law enforcement database?"
"No, it's part of the security here. Fingerprint and a password
instead of door keys or key cards. If the power is off longer
than the extended UPS units can handle, we can't get much work
done, anyway. Bob and I have physical keys in case the electronic
locks malfunction."
"You seem well prepared for problems."
"You'll find more information in the things you'll be reading
today and tomorrow - I'll email a list of links today. If you
stop by the Phast Print shop two blocks up, they can have your
business cards ready in less than an hour. While you're waiting
for them, take this form to the drug testing clinic across the
street from the print shop. Having read your resume`, no one
accomplishes what you have if they're stoned or drunk but it's a
requirement of some of our customers. We have an account at the
Computer Cave that's about a half mile beyond the print shop.
Show your ID and you get a minimum of ten per cent off - perhaps
more if it's a big purchase and/or you're a good haggler. Ask for
Dave. I think he enjoys the haggling more than the actual sale."
"Thank you, Miss-very-organized-Sherry. I think I may be nearing
information overload."
"I'll bet the kids enjoy being with you."
"I do get mobbed occasionally."
"Having things online helps reduce information overload. We limit
how much you can do in a given timeframe so you won't be able to
rush through and try to do it all in an hour. The software
watches for typing errors, going back to correct choices and some
other things and will either slow down the page display if you're
in the middle of something or respond at the end of a section
with 'Processing. Take a break. We'll be back in 10 minutes.' and
then it does the minute by minute countdown."
"It seems you folks have thought of everything and I think I'll
like working here."
"I hope you like it. Bob was very excited to find you. See you
Monday. The address and an agenda will be in tomorrow's afternoon
email."
---
Friday, 11 September, 3:10PM
"May I help you, sir?"
"I'm Jack Wilson with Bridges Data Services and I need business
cards."
"Yes, sir. May I see your ID?"
"Yes."
"Bridges uses three card designs. You just pick the one that
represents your area of expertise."
"That would be this one."
"Do you want your cell phone number or personal email on it?"
"Yes to the cell phone. The only email should be corporate."
"Thank you, sir. Your first run of five hundred will be ready in
thirty minutes or less."
"Pay you now or when I pick them up?"
"Your company has an account with us and we bill them directly. I
needed your ID for the employee number the charge is coded to."
"Then I'll see you shortly."
---
"Medical, company or law enforcement?"
"Company. Bridges Data."
"Thank you, sir. You give me the form. I give you the bottle with
your name and employee number on it. You fill the bottle and
place it in the pass-through. Wait for the light on the
pass-through to turn green so you know the bottle has been
removed on the other side. Room five is free."
---
That was faster than I expected. Still some time to kill before
the business cards are ready. There's a One Billion Books store
in the next block. Having looked over the girls' book shelves, I
have some ideas for 'just because' gifts. Maybe one for Sarah, as
well.
---
"Mr. Wilson, your cards are ready. Is all the information
correct?"
"Yes, it is. I like the feel of the cardstock."
"Thank you. Please remember us if you have printing or copying
needs."
---
Friday, 11 September, 3:50PM
There's the Computer Cave but I don't have time now. I should
look over all the documentation on the inventory project and make
a list of the equipment I'll need. I can shop tomorrow but Alicia
probably needs some hug time tonight. I'll call the store in the
morning and see what hours Dave works.
---
"Uncle Jack, some other men came to Alicia's house today while we
were in the pool - but Momma shot them!"
"So how did Super Sarah's day really go?"
"Thank you for the humor, Jack. It was a scary morning. The girls
had all come in the house for a snack when there was banging and
yelling at the front door. I called 911 and told them it was
another attempted home invasion at Mindy's house. Deputy Connors
was in the area and two other units were also dispatched. I sent
Mindy and all the kids to the basement but…"
"Amelia grabbed your cell phone and stared her video report."
 "As usual. I told them I was a neighbor who was watching the
house while Mindy and the kids were talking with detectives and
some people from Family and Children's Services and that I had
called 911. The guys started arguing, then one pulled a gun and
started shooting through the door. I opened the narrow window in
the living room that has a view of the door and returned fire. I
got the guy with the gun on the first shot and he dropped it but
one of the others picked it up and started shooting through the
door again. It took me three shots to drop him and I was worried
about running out of ammunition. But about then the Deputy's car
rolled up with lights on but siren off and the first they knew of
him was when they heard the 'ker-slack' of his shotgun. He said
'Drop it' but the idiot pointed the gun at him anyway and was
rewarded with buckshot. At that range, it doubled him over and
had the guys on either side of him screaming. The Deputy racked
the slide again and got their attention. About that time the
other two deputies arrived and came out of their cars with
shotguns in hand. The three of them didn't have a problem
convincing the ones still able to move to get on their knees with
hands behind their heads."
"Having five men down and three shotguns pointed at you is
probably very persuasive."
"The two I shot were put in an ambulance as were the two who were
nicked by the buckshot. The one in the middle of it left in a
body bag."
"Deputy Connors again complimented Amelia on her video skills. He
has a blue aura, but the edges are just a little darker. Nothing
like the purple your aura has. Amelia told the others they could
come out of the basement. Amelia then introduced Alicia to the
Deputy so she could ask him if he would stay with her while the
others asked her questions because Mister Jack trusted him. He
said yes and I could see the tears in his eyes. You chose well,
Jack. Unless you were there yourself, Alicia couldn't have better
care."
"They're not back yet?"
"Mindy called about ten minutes ago. She said the Deputy was
treating the kids to ice cream because they'd been so helpful to
the detectives. I think he just found an excuse to show some love
to kids who needed it. Just like the kids getting teddy bears
when they got to the interview area - the bears were 'thank you'
gifts to the girls for helping the detectives."
"I think those people really have their act together."
 "What's all the food on the table for?"
"The neighbors got together after today's shootout and fixed
supper for Mindy's family and us because I told her they could
spend the night here - their front door has plywood nailed over
it for now but it'll be tomorrow before it can be replaced. I had
them come here after the shooting because it would be less scary
than seeing bullet holes in the door and one wall - and I could
reload the .38 and get a couple of additional magazines."
"There's a police car out front!"
"Look closer, Amelia. I don't think police is spelled
'S-h-e-r-i-f-f'."
"It's that nice Deputy from this morning and Alicia is riding in
the front seat. There's a SUV behind the car and the others are
in it,"
"Mister Jack! Mister Jack! You were right! Mister Pete is nice
like you."
"If the kids use our first names, I guess we should also. Pete,
I'm Jack."
"Jack, I can't decide whether to hate you for putting me in this
situation or thank you for thinking highly enough of me to ask."
"I'd hoped you'd see the second scenario."
"I did and while Alicia was telling her story I understood just
how much trust you had in me. We all took frequent 'water' and
'potty' breaks, whether the girl we were talking with needed it
or not. One of the detectives lost her lunch in the hallway when
she couldn't get out of the room fast enough. I think there's
enough to put some twenty people away for a long time. When the
story breaks, we'll already have the majority of them in custody
in a distant facility. If the full story came out before they
were in custody, we'd have the biggest lynching in the history of
the entire country."
"I don't know if I want to know all that happened to those girls,
but Alicia asked this morning if I would spend some time with her
when she got back. I assumed it would be from the hurt of
dredging up all that had happened to them."
"I brought you a copy of the transcripts. I think you should read
the summary pages before you spend time with Alicia today. You
should read the rest of it before you spend time with her again.
It seems like a lot but probably less than two hours - not
counting time to puke or wipe your tears. The transcripts for the
other girls aren't as long but only because they're younger. The
mother's is longer than Alicia's. I would not suggest that anyone
read more than one every other day. If time were not a factor -
which it is for you - no more than one a week."
"I guess I did get you an invitation to hell."
"Considering my status in being there, the invitation was an
honor. I'm taking tomorrow off to spend with my kids. They need
to have me there more. Maybe I should look for a job that doesn't
have such long hours and so much weekend duty? Keep your ears
open for me, Jack?"
"I probably don't know enough people to be of much help, Pete,
but I'll pass along anything I find."
"Thanks, Jack. Now you have the invitation to hell."
"I'll tell them that I got the job and I'm setting up some things
for work when I disappear into the computer area. I'll read
through the summary while I do that."
---
Friday, 11 September, 6:00PM
"Uncle Jack, supper's ready."
"Thank you, Amelia."
"You got all your job stuff done?"
"Most of what I need to do now. I'll probably do some more after
you're in bed…"
"Doing stuff first?"
 "Remember what you said this morning? You think you can 'do
stuff' without it hurting?"
"Probably not. Will you read us a story and kiss us goodnight?"
"Yes."
"Alicia's gonna be sleeping with me. Will you kiss her, too?"
"We'll see. She wanted to talk with me after seeing the
detectives and we haven't had time to do that yet. That talk will
be first priority after supper. Remind Celia and Paige that they
are not to interrupt. If Leah and Rachel want to talk, the same
rule will apply."
"Yes, Uncle Jack. I love how you love us kids just the way we
need to be loved."
---
"I had no idea Sarah knew how to shoot, let alone having a gun in
her purse! A week ago I thought everyone who owned a gun was a
hothead redneck like Carl and his family. Now I have two
neighbors who have saved my life and my kids' lives with their
guns. I think maybe I was brainwashed at some point. My
grandfather had guns and used them to kill coyotes and wolves
that got after his stock. He also hunted for food - I remember
hunting deer with him. He was just a normal person. The only
person he ever pointed a gun at was the one he caught cutting up
a cow in the pasture. I should look through Carl's arsenal for
something I recognize. One of you might not be there if something
like this happens again."
"The media does sensationalize things. They're all about ratings
and sensationalism gets ratings - whether it's the whole truth or
not. I spoke with Deputy Connors…"
"Mister Pete."
"Yes, Alicia, your Mister Pete. He thinks your stories will put
Carl and many others away for a very long time. I haven't read
those stories, but the look Pete got when talking about the
interviews tells me they'll probably keep things very quiet until
most of the perpetrators are in custody so public anger doesn't
result in people being lynched before they are arrested, not to
mention tried and convicted."
"Would they hold them in the county jail?"
"More likely they'd be held at the state prison that's about a
hundred miles from here, Mindy. It's more secure and distance
tends to cool the anger of most mobs."
---
"That's all I want, Momma. Can I talk with Mister Jack now?"
"Jack?"
"Yes, Alicia. We'll use one of the rooms upstairs and close the
door most of the way so you'll have privacy."
"Hold my hand?"
"Of course."
---
"Where did you find him, Sarah?"
"Actually, he found us the day of the accident…"
"He found you?"
"Let me explain..."
---
"Can I sit in your lap?"
"Yes."
"Will you hug me?"
"Of course."
"You're not mad that I want you to hold me?"
"No."
"You don't have other things that are more important?"
"I promised Amelia I'd read them a bedtime story and kiss them
goodnight. Until then, you're my important thing."
"But there's a ball game on TV."
"If it's a team I like, I can see the recap."
"And there's big fight."
"I had all the fighting I want earlier this week."
"And a big car race."
"They'll show it again on the car channel."
"I'm more important than all those things?"
"You are to me."
---
Poor little girl. She's sobbing so hard I can barely hold her.
Not all that loud, just jerking so much.
She's slowing down. I think that's good. I should check whether
she's asleep. This has been an emotional and scary week and I
doubt that she's slept well.
---
"Alicia? Alicia? Are you hiding behind those eyelids?"
"Did I go to sleep?"
"I think so. You cried hard for a long time but then you settled
down."
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry! I'm s-s-sorry! I'm s-s-sorry! Pl-Pl-Please
d-d-don't hit me!"
"Alicia, sorry for what?"
"I-I-I got sn-sn-snot all over your sh-sh-shirt! I'm s-s-sorry!"
"Alicia, look at me."
"OK."
"Think for a minute. Did I know you were crying?"
"Yes. I was jerking all over."
"Do you think I know that crying kids have snotty noses?"
"Amelia said you got a towel for them to use."
"So I knew it would happen and I didn't do anything about it?"
"Yes, b-b-but I-I-I got it all over your sh-sh-shirt!"
"Look at me, Alicia. If I knew it would happen and I didn't do
anything about it, do you think I care more about the shirt than
about you?"
"B-B-But D-D-Daddy always hit m-m-me for it."
"I'm not your Daddy."
"I know. You're what a Daddy is s'posed to be."
---
Back in the torrent of tears. That man is so fortunate I didn't
know all this when I took him down. He would have died slowly and
in extreme pain. The sobs are shaking both of us again. Poor
little badly treated girl. How many people would have given this
child a loving home if they had only known the need. She's
slowing down again. Back asleep? No, she's looking at me.
"Do real Daddies kiss their kids?
"Yes. Hello. Goodbye. Goodnight. Maybe good morning. Sometimes
'just because'."
"Where do the noses go?'
"You've never been kissed on the lips?"
"Not by anybody."
"Will you let me wash your face first?"
"It's messy, too?"
"It looks like the shirt."
"I'm s-s-sorry! I'm…"
"Alicia, what did I say?"
"You care more about me than the shirt."
"So let's go get your face clean and I can change my shirt."
"OK."
---
"So. Where do the noses go?"
"Pucker up like this."
"Like this?"
"Come to the mirror with me. Look at my pucker. Look in the
mirror and make your pucker match it."
"Hey! You keep changing it! That's not fair!"
"Are you having fun?"
"Yes."
"Want to try again?"
"But this time you hold it still!"
"Pucker up just a little. Look in the mirror and make your pucker
match mine. A little more. Just a tiny bit more. That's good. Now
to get the noses out of the way. You tilt your head a little this
way. I tilt my head a little the other way. Now we come together
gently."
"Is that all?"
"For an almost nine-year-old's first time."
"If we do it again it won't be the first time."
"Pucker up. That's good. We can press a little harder. Or move
around a little or do both. Or lick your lips so they're a little
bit wet."
"I like that better!"
"And press wet lips a little harder. And move them around."
"I like kissing!"
"Can you keep it a secret? Your mother may not want you learning
about kissy-face from someone who isn't family."
"I'll always keep it secret! You saved my life and I love you!"
"I love you, too."
"Is there more to kissing?"
"There can be, but you're not to tell or try this with someone
else unless I tell you it's OK."
"I understand."
"You can do things with your tongue while you kiss."
"Really?"
"Pucker up and I'll show you. You can lick someone else's lips…"
"I like it!"
"You can lick their teeth and press inside to rub tongues."
"I like this more!"
"Give me your tongue this time and I'll suck on it. And trap it
with my tongue."
"I wanna do your tongue!"
"Just remember that my tongue is bigger than yours and there
might not be room in your mouth for both of them."
"OK. Give it to me."
Straight to sucking on it - like a little vacuum cleaner. She's
humping my stomach. I think she's getting aroused.
"Why does my pussy feel good when I suck your tongue? Why does it
feel good when I rub my pussy on you? Other people did stuff with
my pussy but it always hurt. Why does this feel good?"
"Alicia, who chose to do kissy-face?"
"I did."
"Who chose to so the other things?"
"Somebody else made me do them."
"Do any of things we've done hurt?"
"Oh. I'm doing it, not somebody doing it to me. I get to choose
what I want to try and I only do what I want to and what I like.
Is there anyone else like you?"
"Most people are like me. You had the misfortune to wind up in
the hands of people who never gave - they only took."
"Is this part of fucking like Daddy and Uncle Edgar and cousin
Seth made me do?"
"Fucking is having sex for your own pleasure. What happened to
you is rape - someone hurting you so they could have sex for
their pleasure. This kind of kissing isn't part of either of
those"
"Then what does it go with?"
"It's part of making love. Where the people each want to please
their partner. They make each other feel good and making your
partner feel good also makes you feel good."
"So we've been making love?"
"Just the kissing part. Making love usually includes the making
babies part."
"Isn't that fucking?"
"If you don't care about your partner, it's just fucking. Making
love is gentle and caring, even if you are using the same body
parts."
"You could put your dick in me and it wouldn't hurt? It might
even feel good? What about up my butt? Would it always bleed? Or
in my mouth? Would it choke me so I can't breathe?"
"Let me ask you a question. Did the kissing hurt?"
"No, it felt good! And it made my pussy feel good! Can you put it
in me now?"
"Alicia, as much as I would like to do what you ask, you need to
think this over for a day or two and probably talk to your mother
about it."
 "But won't she say 'no'?"
"I don't know. That's why you should think about what you want to
do and why."
"I think you're teaching me again, so I'll think about it. Will
you kiss me goodnight tonight?"
"Yes, but not the big kiss with you sucking my tongue."
"OK."
"Ready to go back downstairs?"
"Is all the snot off me?"
"Check yourself in the mirror."
"I think so."
"Tell me about the earrings you and your sisters have. They seem
a little big for a kid."
"Momma says they're a 'family tradition'. We wear them until
we're married."
"I don't think I've heard of that tradition before."
"Momma said it was from some little place in China."
"I've learned something today."
"Grownups can learn from kids?"
"I think I just said that. Ready to go back downstairs?"
"Do you really let Amelia slide down the banister?"
"With some conditions. Just ONCE a day and ONLY if I'm at the
bottom to catch them."
"Can I try it?"
"Let me get to the bottom so I can catch you."
"Whee!"
---
"What's that noise, Sarah?"
"Alicia got to slide down the banister."
"What?"
"Jack's rules are ONCE a day and ONLY if he's at the bottom to
catch them."
"She certainly looks better than when she went up. She's even
smiling."
"Hi, Momma. Mister Jack let me slide down the banister."
"I heard you."
"I guess I was kinda loud."
"What did you talk about?'
"Mostly he held me and I cried. I got his shirt all snotty but
that was OK because he cared more about me than the shirt. He
washed my face before we came down. I asked a lot of questions
and he told me there were some things I probably needed to talk
to Momma about."
"Jack, would you like some coffee?"
"Thanks, Sarah."
"Mindy, come with me and we'll get out dessert for everyone."
---
"Mindy, is there some reason a snotty shirt is important?"
"Alicia cried herself to sleep in her Daddy's lap one time and he
beat her badly for getting his Miller Draft shirt snotty. That
there's someone who goes through the same sequence and just hugs
her and washes her face is probably a miracle in her eyes. I
think she's found a new 'daddy'. I know it's a lot to ask, but do
you think Jack would go through some other things with her but as
the loving, caring 'daddy'?"
"What are you thinking of, Mindy?"
"Alicia was used as a warm sock for all kinds of sexual activity.
Leah and Rachel, too, just not as much because they weren't big
enough. I'd like for Alicia to know that sex can be a wonderful
experience with a caring partner. She's been fucked and butt
fucked until she bled and had a dick down her throat so far she
couldn't breathe. I wish she could experience at least part of
that in a way that gave her pleasure."
"You do understand what you're asking?"
"I know. Jack could go to jail for a long time. But Alicia's kept
the secrets of the things her Daddy and his family did to her.
From fear, I'm sure, but how much more reason would she have for
keeping a secret about someone she'd lose if she told? She's
found someone who - in her words - 'treats her like a real
person'. If I tell her the risk, she'd die before she'd do
something that caused her to lose him. He's so caring and seems
to be so aware of the kids' moods - this may be her chance to
overcome some of the bad things that have happened to her. I need
to talk with Leah and Rachel. I'm positive that Alicia won't tell
them anything more than the 'he's nice' and 'he'll take good care
of you' that she's already told them. I don't know when, if ever,
the two of them might want to try it."
"I'll ask Jack. It may be a few days before I get an answer."
"I understand."
---
Friday, 11 September, 10:30PM
"Bedtime, girls."
"Do we hafta?"
"Mindy, your girls sound like my girls."
"Remember that you girls are all having a sleepover with your
best friend."
"OK."
"Tell Uncle Jack to come read us a story and kiss us goodnight."
"I'll get Jack. You three brush then move so Alicia, Leah and
Rachel can brush."
"Yes, Momma."
---
"You didn't bring my book."
"Or my book."
"Or my book"
"No. I brought a new book. And I have a new book for tomorrow
night and another one for the next night."
"Goody!"
"Can we sit in your lap?"
"Amelia, did you count how many kids are here?"
"Oh. There's six of us."
"Correct. Not even Santa's lap is big enough."
"Where can we get?"
"Paige on one leg. Rachel on the other one. The 'A' team on this
side. Celia and Leah on this side. Celia holds that side of the
book. Alicia holds the other side. I'll turn pages and Paige will
read."
"You're silly, Uncle Jack. I can't read yet."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, silly.. I'm sure. You read."
"OK. Once upon a time…"
---
"Sarah, does he always make things fun?"
"Whenever possible. I've told him he's the biggest kid I've ever
met and it seems that way sometimes then he shoots three people
trying to break into a house or helps a little girl cry out her
heartbreak and now he's the strongest and most caring person I've
ever met. I'm learning to accept that he's his own person."
"He's a romantic interest?"
"If he were interested. I asked him about his history and he
mentioned a divorce and that he had no interest in a romantic
relationship. I can only think something in the divorce hurt him
badly. I can't imagine letting someone like him get away."
"Me either."
---
"And they lived sourly in a pickle jar ever after."
"No, Uncle Jack. They lived happily ever after."
You don't know, Paige. You told me that you can't read."
"But all bedtime stories end that way!"
"Not this one."
"Amelia, what does it say?"
"It's a book. It doesn't say anything."
"Amelia!"
"Paige, what are these letters?"
"H-a-p-p. That's happy, so I'm right!"
"Yes, you're right. They lived happily ever after. If you learn
some more letters and how they sound, you could be reading, too.
Spread out to your beds. I'll check each room. If you want a
goodnight kiss, pucker up when I come in."
---
"Paige?"
"Here's my pucker."
"Rachel?"
"I'm puckered."
"Celia?"
"Big pucker."
"Leah?"
"I don't hafta?"
"No. Only if you want to."
"You're different. I like being with you. Big pucker."
"Amelia?"
"Always, Uncle Jack."
"Alicia?"
"Always."
---
"Sarah, how long have you been working with Paige on her
letters?"
"About what I did with Amelia and Celia. Paige's interest in
reading has been climbing since Jack started reading to them and
helping her find words she could sound out in each book he reads
to them."
"Is there anything he can't do?"
"If there is, I haven't found it yet. I've never believed in
reincarnation, but I sometimes think Leonardo da Vinci is here in
disguise."
"He looks pretty good for several hundred years old."
"He does at that."
---
"Good night, ladies."
"Good night, Jack. Thank your for taking away some of Alicia's
hurt."
 "She's a pretty good kid. I might like her a little."
"Thank you for working with Paige. She has a lot more fun with
words when you read to them. I know - you might like them a
little. Mindy, that's 'little' in the sense of a 'little'
elephant."
"That's what I thought."
"Do you go in to work tomorrow, Jack?"
"No, Sarah, Not until a lunch meeting on Monday. However, I will
be shopping for the things needed to turn the second bedroom over
the garage into a work area."
"Not an office?"
"There'll be hands-on work with some of the hardware, so 'work
area' is a better description. I also have some paperwork to
complete for the new job and some reading. I'll be busy most of
the day but I will spend some time with the girls."
"They'll like that."
---
Saturday, 12 September, 6:30AM
"Are you sure, Amelia?"
"Yes. Be real quiet, Alicia, 'cause we're the only ones up."
"He won't be mad?"
"He won't be mad. He'll probably like it."
---
"Good morning, Mister Jack."
"Good morning, Alicia. You are a very nice alarm clock."
"You're not mad that I woke you up?"
"Why would I be mad at a pretty girl who woke me up with a kiss?
It was very nice."
"Can I live here?"
"That's something your mother must answer. I think she'd miss you
if you moved here - even if it's just a couple of houses away."
"But I wanna do this every morning."
"Amelia lives here and doesn't get to do it every morning. Most
days I'm up before she is…"
"And he wakes us up this way!"
"But they then must help fix breakfast…"
"You let kids cook?"
"For things that you can do safely. Until someone shows me that
she understands how to safe at the stove, I'll be doing the
actual cooking and they'll do the prep work."
"Can we cook today?"
"I think so. Alicia, do you think Leah and Rachel would like
being awakened this way?"
"Rachel would. I'm not sure about Leah. Cousin Seth was kissing
her and held his mouth over hers and squeezed her nose so she
couldn't breathe. Uncle Edgar held her down and she got real
scared then went limp. If you wake Celia first, I can tickle
Leah's feet a little and when she opens her eyes you can ask if
she wants a good morning kiss."
 "Very good, smart girl. Let's go see Paige and Rachel."
---
"Good morning, Paige."
"Good morning, Uncle Jack. I like being kissed awake."
"Good morning, Rachel."
"Good morning, Mister Jack. I never got woke up like this before.
Can I stay here and you do it everyday?"
"I think your Momma would rather have you with her. You'll have
to ask her."
"Huh? What? Alicia, stop it!"
"Leah, would you rather have Mister Jack wake you like he's doing
Celia?
"Good morning, Celia."
"Good morning, Uncle Jack. I love when you wake me with a kiss."
"Mister Jack, can you pretend I'm still asleep and wake me that
way?"
"If that's what you want, Leah."
"I do."
"Good morning, Leah."
"Good morning, Mister Jack. Can I live here and you wake me up
like this every day?"
"I think your Momma might want to keep you."
---
"Can we slide down the banister?"
"Paige, remember that you only get to do it ONE time today. Do
you want it now or after your nap?"
"We better do it after your nap, Paige. Momma will be grumpy if
we wake her up with our yelling while we ride down."
"OK, Amelia. I don't like it when Mommy's grumpy."
"Those of you not wearing clothes must be dressed before we start
cooking."
"Why?"
"Celia, remember that bacon sometimes pops? What if some hot
grease landed on your little mosquito bite?"
"Boobie! That would hurt. I'll get dressed."
---
"Uncle Jack, can we ride you down the stairs like the other day?"
"You get ONE time."
"We know."
"Ride him, Amelia? How?"
"Like a tree, Alicia. The littlest one on his shoulders. The
other two one the sides. You gotta be still or the hand he's
holding you with becomes tickly fingers - and he knows all the
worst spots."
"Worst spots?"
"The ones that'll make you wet your pants."
"I better go pee first. Leah and Rachel. Go potty."
---
"Can we have pancakes, Uncle Jack?"
"Yummy!"
"We've done that a couple of times. Would you like to have
blueberry waffles?"
"Yes!"
"I think the waffle iron is in this cabinet - and it is. Amelia,
do you remember where the pancake mix is?"
"Un huh."
"Look on the package. The ingredient list for waffles is a little
different. Look in the pantry for the cans of blueberries,"
"Got 'em, Mister Jack."
"Thank you, Alicia."
"Momma uses an electric mixer. Where's yours?"
"No electric mixer today, Leah. Little fingers can get hurt with
an electric mixer but not with this whisk."
"That can mix the waffles?"
"Yes, Celia. I'll show you how and each of you may have a turn
stirring while the waffle iron heats. Stir SLOWLY. We want all
the batter for making waffles, not covering the counter."
"Like this, Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Alicia. You count strokes and pass the whisk to Amelia at
twenty strokes. Amelia can count for the younger ones. Fifteen
strokes each for Leah and Celia. Ten strokes each for Paige and
Rachel."
"One. Two. Three…"
"Amelia, would you get the bacon and sausage out for me?"
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
"Celia, do you remember where the coffee is?"
"In the freezer. I need the stool to reach it. Leah, you wanna
bring the stool?"
"OK."
---
"Sarah, do I smell breakfast cooking?"
"I guess Jack's up with the girls."
"He makes them cook?"
"No, he 'lets' them help. My girls are always excited about
'helping' him"
"I might have found it fun to do that when I was their ages."
"He's also teaching them to be responsible for themselves. If
they can cook, they'll eat better than if they only know how to
buy fast food."
"He makes them feel loved and gives them life lessons in the
process. He's a jewel."
"Grade A diamond."
---
"Good morning, Jack. I see your helpers are busy."
"They liked my suggestion of blueberry waffles…"
"I don't have any mix for that."
"No, but the pantry had pancake mix and two cans of blueberries.
The pancake ingredient list needs only minor changes to work well
for waffles."
"I'll get this puddle on the counter."
"No, Mindy. I'm using that spill from Leah and Celia's
coffee-making effort to work on their planning ahead. Instead of
turning on the faucet again, they'll use that water to dampen the
cloth they use to wipe down the counter when all the waffles are
finished."
"What can you do with these military survivalist types, Sarah?"
"Actually, Mindy, teaching the kids to plan and conserve water is
good. I heard on the morning news that they'll be working on the
big water tank on our side of town and the water will probably be
off for twelve hours."
"How will we get showers or flush the toilets?"
"The toilets are easy. You fill all the bathtubs and put a pail
in each bathroom. Flushing is limited: if it's yellow, let it
mellow; if it's brown, flush it down. Half a pail of water poured
into the toilet bowl quickly will trigger the siphon action and
you get a flush. Bathing will be limited to a pail of water
heated on the stove and only when needed."
"Carl had some kind of shower thing he took with him camping. The
sun heats it."
"Those are solar showers.. You fill the bag and leave it the sun
for a couple of hours. There's an art to showering that way as
the bag is often five gallons. That isn't much when you're
accustomed to the two and a half gallons a minute or more that a
typical showerhead delivers."
"You can shower with that little bit of water?"
"You learn fast the first time you run out of warm water and have
to rinse with cold."
"I need someone to teach me so I don't wind up in cold water."
"Uncle Jack, you could wash one of us and everyone else can watch
to see how it's done."
"Are you volunteering, Amelia?"
"Un huh."
"What if it runs out of warm water and I rinse you with cold
water?"
"It'll be like running through the sprinkler."
"Sarah, do think we could bottle that positive outlook and sell
it?"
"Mindy, we'd be millionaires in a week if we could."
"Jack, would you recognize that shower thing or the box it comes
in?"
"I think so."
"If you'll come to the house with me and I'll show you where Carl
stored that kind of stuff. I probably need to be there anyway for
the guys coming to replace the door."
"Can we help, Uncle Jack?"
"I think all of you can help. Get your shoes on, kids. Sarah, do
you have your pistol?"
"Yes."
"Can we stay and swim?"
"Sarah? Mindy? I can't stay, girls. I have a job that requires my
attention."
"Do you hafta?"
"Did you like getting a new book last night, Paige?"
"Un huh!"
"If you want more surprises like that, I 'hafta'."
"OK. Hurry and get it done. We want you to throw us in the pool."
"First we find those shower bags. You girls might need them after
being in the pool."
---
Saturday, 12 September, 9:00AM
"Computer Cave, Dave speaking."
"Dave, I'm Jack Wilson. I was just hired by Bridges Data and I
need a number of things to get set up."
"Come on down. I'll be here until 4:00PM."
"Be there in about ten minutes."
---
"Welcome to Computer Cave. May I help you?"
"I'm looking for Dave."
"Are you Mr. Wilson?"
"Yes."
"Dave's at the corporate service desk - back right corner."
"Thank you."
---
"Dave?"
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Call me Jack."
"I got out the normal home office equipment for Bridges Data.
What else do you need?"
"My server is faster than that one and has SSD's in RAID10, so
I'll skip that. I know you consider this a good monitor, but this
model of their house branded monitors has better motion handling
and the MSRP is $150 less."
"You know your equipment, Jack. I'll be hard pressed to make a
profit."
"You'll be OK, Dave, and if you come through on pricing it'll be
cash - you won't lose three per cent to plastic."
"Keep talking."
"I need a 3D printer that can handle PLA and ABS filament.
Neither the entry level 3D printer you have on sale nor the one
that's considered top of the line is as fast as the model in this
brochure. How soon can you get one?"
"Friday. Wednesday if you don't mind dealing with possible
in-transit damage by the carrier. I'll be in their warehouse city
for a meeting Thursday and can bring one back with me."
"OK. Add it up."
---
"Jack, you have $5730 here."
"Skip the MSRP, Dave. I can beat that price at Amazon."
"OK, how about $4360?"
"You pay less than fifty per cent of MSRP for everything in this
group and less than forty per cent for these things. The 3D
printer you'll pay sixty five per cent. I'll go $3490."
"Jack, I can't do that."
"Goodbye, Dave. I'll let you know how quickly my Amazon order
arrives."
"Jack… Mr. Wilson, please don't leave. Maybe we can work
something out."
"I already did, Dave. Grocery stores survive on somewhere around
one or two per cent profit. I just offered you four percent.
Sorry, I don't have time to argue. My nieces asked me to go
swimming with them today and they're probably wondering where I
am."
"OK, I'll write it up for $3490. You are one tough trader."
"You should see me when I have time to burn."
"I'd rather not. You said cash?"
"$3000 on this debit card and the rest in Franklins."
"You must be raking in the bucks at Bridges."
"No, just got a nice signing bonus and a generous home office
allowance."
"You need delivery on all this?"
"No, I'm in the yellow truck."
"We'll take it out for you."
"Thank you."
"No, thank you for the business."
---
Saturday, 12 September, 11:20AM
All quiet here, so I guess everyone is at Mindy's pool. I'll get
everything brought up to the bedroom and the few pieces of office
furniture I need assembled before going to join the others.
---
Everything's assembled, with the computer and test equipment
lined up on one table and space for the 3D printer on the other
one. I like my design for a belt-mounted 'holster' for the tablet
better than any of the available products they've considered. The
PLA filament is flexible enough to work for a prototype. If we
need something more flexible, Computer Cave has a limited stock
of TPE filament. If the others like it, getting a version in
leather shouldn't be hard. I think I saw a sign for a saddle shop
while I was out. They'll either be able to make the prototype or
direct me to someone who can.
Better get the employment 'paperwork' done and finish reading up
on Bridges' current project. I'd like to at least skim all the
transcripts before I see Alicia and her sisters again - be nice
to know what the monsters in their closets and under their beds
look like. Guess that means I eat here and read while I eat.
---
Saturday, 12 September, 2:10PM
I've done enough work for a while. Time to go check on my girls.
Change to swim trunks with a tee shirt and jeans over them.
---
"Anybody need a raspberry on her bellybutton?"
"Me, Uncle Jack!"
"Me, Mister Jack!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me!
"Me! And then can you crank the ice cream? It's too hard for us
to turn but Momma says it needs more cranking."
"Ice cream? But you didn't say anything until there was real work
to be done. I don't know about this. If I go back to the house,
there's Rocky Road ice cream in the freezer and the only work
needed is getting a spoon out of a drawer. I think I'll go back…"
"No! You gotta help us crank it!"
"But the other ice cream is less work and I won't be outside in
the sun…"
"Please, Mister Jack."
"Did I hear the magic word, Leah?"
"Everybody say 'please'!"
"PLEASE!"
"How much longer, Sarah?"
"Why did you ask me?"
"It's your freezer. I see 'Pope' in big letters and the one that
rides in the Pope-mobile is at the Vatican today."
"I agree with the girls, you're silly."
"But you're smiling, Mindy."
"About ten minutes, Jack. There's more ice in the cooler and
towels to cover the freezer while the ice cream ripens."
"Do I get anything else for my efforts?"
"The first bowl of ice cream."
"A kiss from me."
"And me!"
"Me too!"
"And me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"That sounds pretty good. Have you heard when the water will be
turned off?"
"Around 7:00PM. Might be back on as early as 6:00AM tomorrow but
might take longer."
"Bathtubs filled?"
"Yes and all the pitchers and coolers we could find."
"You gotta show us how the sun shower thingie works, Uncle Jack."
"Did anyone fill it and hang it in the sun?"
"It's still on the table, Mister Jack. I'll get it."
"Thank you, Alicia."
"Can I be your model?"
"You want me to wash your naked body?"
"Un huh."
"Alicia!"
---
"Mindy, Amelia volunteered earlier. Remember the snotty shirt? Is
there a similar episode involving a bath?"
"Yes, Sarah, when she was about five. She spilled the shampoo and
Carl beat her. It was the last time he ever bathed her."
"I think we've found a pattern."
"You think she'll ask for what I asked you to ask Jack?"
"She's asking to be naked in front of him and washing involves
being touched all over."
"Sarah, will you talk to Jack today?"
"I think I should before Alicia takes it totally out of our
hands."
---
"How long until the water is warm?"
"Read the instructions on the back, Alicia."
"'One to three hours, depending on air temperature and brightness
of sun.'"
"Look at the chart. The temperature is about 85 degrees and the
sun is summer early afternoon."
"About an hour and a half?"
"Very good, smart girl."
"Nobody ever called me smart before."
"Maybe they didn't spend enough time with you to discover that
you're smart or look close enough to see that you're pretty."
"My Daddy and his brothers just wanted to fuck me in one of my
holes. They said I wasn't good for anything else!"
"I think you are good for a lot of things. Sit in my lap and I'll
hold you while you cry."
"I'll get snot all over your shirt!"
"We've had this discussion - I don't care about the shirt."
"But you care about me."
"Yes, I do."
---
"Alicia's asleep?"
"Yes, Mindy. I had her read the instructions on the shower bag
and work out the heating time. I called her 'smart girl' when she
got it right. We talked a little more about her being smart and
pretty and she said no on else ever saw it - they just said all
she was good for was fucking - her word, not mine. Then she
wrapped herself around me and cried herself to sleep."
"Jack, Sarah and I have been talking about Alicia and her
relationship with you. We think she's reliving episodes from her
past with you but this time she knows they'll have good endings.
It started with the snotty shirt. Now she's offered to be the
shower model. Her father was bathing her when she was five and he
beat her when she spilled the shampoo. She's mentioned fucking.
If she brings that up could you deal with it? You've already done
so much for my girls that I hate to ask and I know it would put
you in a difficult position but could you love her that way if
she asks?"
"Mindy, I'll have to think about it. I understand the progression
you see and why you think what you're asking might help her but
it's a big risk. Can she keep a secret like that when it might
make her so happy she wants to shout or so unhappy she wants to
scream? It might not be as positive an experience for her as the
snotty shirt. It could bring even more bad memories crashing down
on her. What then?"
"I'll talk with her today."
"What about Leah and Rachel? Will Alicia keep the secret from her
sisters if she's happy and they're not? Would they want something
similar? Could they keep secrets like that?"
"Guess I'll be talking with all of them today. If I'm convinced
each of them could keep the secrets she'd have, I'll get back
with you. The door guys showed up earlier today but with the
wrong door. The situation with Alicia has to be resolved
immediately because we'll all be spending tonight with Sarah."
"Please do. I want to help Alicia and the others but I need to
know how much help it's safe to give."
"I understand, Jack. The last thing I want is for the girls to
lose you for any reason."
---
"You're still holding me, Mister Jack."
"You didn't seem to want to let me go."
"Not ever. I'm sorry! I got snot on your shirt!"
"And that's important?"
"But your shirt…"
"Can be washed. Remember that we've had this discussion."
"And you care more about me."
"Correct. That's a very nice smile."
"You're nice, too."
---
Saturday, 12 September, 4:00PM
"My girls with me and your Uncle Jack. Time to go home and get
showers before the water is turned off."
"What about the sun showers?"
"They'll bring the bags when they come over later. You'll get to
see how it's done."
"Am I still your model, Uncle Jack, or is Alicia?"
"Since there are two shower bags, maybe both of you."
"That's good. We can both feel it and see how it's done."
"That's my smart girl."
"I love you, too, Uncle Jack."
---
"Help me with my shower, Uncle Jack?"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Celia asked first and she actually needs help. I think the other
two just want some touchy-feely time."
"We all want time with you for anything!"
"I'll do Celia in the tub. Amelia and Paige can join me in the
shower as I also need to get the chlorine off but NO exploring."
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
---
"Rub and kiss my boobies when you dry me off?"
"You mean the mosquito bites, Celia?"
"Boobies. Watch them stand up when you rub them."
"Yes, your nipples do get firmer."
"Kiss them!"
"Just once. Your sisters are waiting."
"OK."
---
"Play with my boobies when you wash them?"
"Hair first. Then face. Then bee stings and dirty spots."
"Boobies, Uncle Jack. They stand up when you lick them."
"Your nipple does change a little when I do that."
"Do me again!"
---
"You two are done."
"Can we wash you?"
"What did I say before you got in the shower?"
"No exploring."
"Go dry. Paige, Amelia will help you."
"I'd rather have you."
"So would Amelia, but I'm still in the shower and you need drying
off now."
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
---
"They are so comfortable with you, Jack, even for showers. Their
daddy bathed them occasionally but they didn't beg for it like
they do with you. I think they know what a good thing your blue
aura is."
"I like them a little."
"And you think they're beautiful and they know how much you
care."
"Do you think Alicia or the others will ask for me to have sex
with them?"
"I think Alicia is a given. Leah and Rachel are definite maybes."
"When I gave goodnight kisses, Leah asked if she had to. I told
her only if she wanted to. She smiled and gave a big pucker. If
she can choose what and when, the re-creations might work for
her."
"I think being able to choose will be a big part of healing for
all three of them. Having someone so nice to choose about will
probably also help."
---
Saturday, 12 September, 6:30PM
"Mister Jack, can I talk with you?"
"Yes, Alicia. Come upstairs with me."
"Where's the bed?"
"I'm moving to the apartment over the garage. I'll be sleeping
there tonight. Do you know where the door to the garage is?"
"Un huh."
"Go through that door and up the stairs near it."
"Will you teach me to make love? Including all the fucking parts?
Momma talked with all of us a long time today and she said we
could ask."
"She has to tell me that it's OK before we do anything, so I'll
wait for her to tell me."
"But…"
 "Don't be upset, I'm just taking care of you."
"I know. You're nice like that. I just couldn't wait to tell
you!"
"I understand. All of you will be asking for something?"
"Rachel in her mouth and butt. Leah everywhere but she's scared
about her pussy 'cause it really hurt when they started using her
last month."
"Then I'll do things very slowly and gently."
"That's what I told them. Can I get a kiss and you rub my boobies
and my pussy?"
"Yes on the kiss. I don't think you'd know I was touching you
through these jeans."
"They're off!"
"Sit across my lap. Turn your head to me. Pucker up. Spread your
legs a little."
---
"That was so good! You did it all at once! My pussy tingles
really good! It's never done that before."
"Maybe because you've never been with anyone who wanted to make
you feel good?"
"Can we do it again?"
"No. Because then you'll ask…"
"Can we do it again. I'm busted. OK. I'll wait - but it's gonna
be hard to wait for very long."
"Put your jeans back on."
"OK."
---
"Jack, did Alicia tell you?"
"Yes. She just couldn't wait. I told her you would have to verify
it before we did anything."
"All three of them want to try it."
"Alicia told me that Leah's scared of vaginal entry because
previous episodes were painful."
"Other than that, they all want to replay multiple old events. As
gentle as you are, you can probably get Leah to try vaginal entry
after the other things she wants to try. They asked if the
do-overs could be where it happened before, so we're looking at
their beds, the sofas, the big chairs, the table, the kitchen
counter, the floor in several rooms, the top of the clothes
dryer, even the bed of Carl's truck. Here's a key to the back
door in case one of them wants you to do something in the
original location. I don't think they'll ask for anything at
their uncles' houses - most of what they talked about was at
home."
"I hope I don't do any harm with this."
"I don't think you could harm them if you tried. There's too much
caring in you."
---
"Supper's ready. Fill your plate at the counter then take your
place at the table. The girls did placecards so you'll know where
to sit. Celia, ask if you need help with your plate. Paige and
Rachel, someone will pick you up so you can see what's on the
counter."
"Shrimp!"
"Burgers!"
"Hot dogs!"
"And baked beans, potato salad, coleslaw and three kinds of
chips. The rest of the ice cream we made today is in the chest
freezer in the basement. Sit down, girls. The ice cream doesn't
come up until you've eaten other things."
"Yes, Momma."
"And we're celebrating because?"
"I'll tell you later, Jack."
"Mister Jack, are you still gonna show us how the sun showers
work?"
"Yes, Alicia. There are two shower bags, so I'll demonstrate on
you and Amelia. That way both of you get to see how it's done."
"Goody!"
---
"Everyone finished?"
"Not yet. There's still the ice cream!"
"Clear your places. Jack, if you'll bring up the ice cream?"
"Can I help?"
"Yes, Leah."
---
"Can you show me how to do stuff and it not hurt? There must be
something good about it 'cause Daddy and my uncles and cousins
were always doing us and they liked it."
"Yes, Leah. I can show you things that will feel good. Will you
trust me and do what I say even if it seems scary?"
"I'll try."
"That's fine. All I ever ask is that you try."
"Can I have a kiss and you rub my boobies?"
"Yes. Sit across my lap and I'll rub your pussy…"
"But that always hurts!"
"What did I ask you?"
"To do what you say even if it's scary. Do I hafta?"
"You don't 'hafta' but I want to show you something about your
body."
"It won't hurt?"
"No. It won't hurt."
"OK. I'm sitting."
"Pucker up. Spread your legs a little."
---
"Oooh! You did it all at the same time! My pussy tingles! How'd
you do that?"
"When you come to see me for a do-over, I'll help you explore
your body and you can learn about all the places that can make
you feel good."
"Even your dick in my pussy?"
"Even that. They're waiting on the ice cream. Up the stairs."
"OK."
---
"Bed time, girls. Amelia, Celia and Paige brush teeth then make
room for Alicia, Leah and Rachel."
"Yes, Momma."
"Read us a story, Mister Jack?"
"After everyone is brushed and in their sleepwear."
"We didn't get the sun shower lesson!"
"We'll warm the water in the sun again tomorrow and you can have
the lesson then - unless you want a cold shower."
"Tomorrow!"
---
"Is that another new book, Uncle Jack?"
"Yes. And there's another one for tomorrow night."
"Where do we sit?"
"Same as last night."
"OK."
"Once upon a time…"
---
"And they lived sourly in a pickle jar ever after."
"No, Uncle Jack. Happily ever after."
"Paige, who was the story about?"
"Pete and Paula Pickle."
"And where did they live?"
"In a pickle jar."
"You remember what 'happy' looks like?"
"Un huh."
"Is there a 'happy' on this page?"
"No."
"What are the letters in this word?"
"S-o-u-r-l-y."
"Can you sound it out?"
"So ur ly."
"And when you put it together, it sounds like 'sourly."
"It really doesn't have 'happily ever after'. You set us up for
this when you said that last night!"
"Do you think tomorrow's book will end with 'happily ever
after'?"
"Probably not."
"Spread out to your beds. I'll make the rounds. If you want a
goodnight kiss, pucker up when I come in your room."
---
"Paige?"
"I'm puckered."
"Rachel?"
"I gotta potty first. Will you help me?"
"OK. To the bathroom."
"Can you show me how to do stuff up my butt so it doesn't hurt or
bleed? And in my mouth so I don't choke?"
"Yes."
"It really, really won't hurt?"
"It really, really won't."
"It really, really won't bleed?"
"It really, really won't."
"Kiss me and rub my boobies?"
"Rub these dirty spots?"
"Boobies. If you lick them they get hard."
"Sit across my lap. Pucker up. Spread your legs a little."
---
"You did it all! My pussy tingles! Why didn't it do that before?"
"Probably no one before wanted to make you feel good."
"You'll do me on the dryer?"
"Yes. Do you know where the garage is?"
"Un huh."
"After all the lights are out up here, meet me at the door to the
garage."
"OK."
"In bed."
"Kiss me goodnight?"
"Pucker up."
"Celia?"
"Big pucker."
"Leah?"
"I need to whisper something."
"Here's my ear."
'Do me on the kitchen table?'
'After Rachel, I'll come call you. If you're asleep we'll do it
another time.'
"Big pucker."
"Amelia?"
"Always, Uncle Jack."
"Alicia?"
"Always. You'll come back and check on us?"
"After Rachel and Leah."
"OK."
"Lights out for all these annoying little girls."
---
I see an almost naked little girl coming my way.
"Mister Jack?"
"I'm here, Rachel."
"How do we get in my house?"
"Your mother gave me a key to the back door. Let me carry so you
don't stub your toe. Bare feet aren't the best choice in the
dark."
---
"The dryer is over there."
"OK. Sit here."
"It's cold!"
"I'll turn it on for a few minutes to get it warm. Until it's
warm I'll sit and you can be in my lap."
"Kiss me and rub my boobies and my pussy like you did before!"
"I think that's a nice way to wait."
---
"Stop! It feels good but the tingle is too strong. Put your dick
in my butt."
"You asked to do it on the dryer."
"It's warm now. Lay me across it with my legs and butt hanging
off. That feels weird. What are you doing?"
"Greasing your anus so it goes in easier."
"You mean it won't burn going in?"
"I told you it wouldn't hurt."
"Oooh! It's in and it's big!"
"Only a little is in. I'll go in slowly so you can tell me if you
get too full."
"You care how I feel?"
"Yes.. I'll go in a little more and rub those dirty spots on your
chest."
"My pussy tingles again!"
"Then maybe I should rub it."
"Stop! The tingle is too strong."
"Have I done anything that hurts?"
"No."
"Will you trust me when I ask you to do something scary?"
"OK."
"I'll move in and out and rub your pussy and the tingle will get
very strong. I want you to keep holding on and let it happen."
"OK. I'll try."
"Boobie. Pussy. In and out."
"It's really strong! How much longer?"
"Just a little while. A little deeper."
"I feel so full and the tingle is almost a fire."
"A little faster and rub your boobie and pussy."
"It's too tingl…"
She's out. As ticklish as she is, I thought an orgasm was
possible - especially if her nipples get hard when she's this
young. Since I don't ejaculate, my erections last a long time.
Pick her up before the dryer gets cold. Turn her around to face
me without disconnecting. Sit back down and enjoy all this soft,
smooth skin - except for the scars her Daddy and others left on
her. She's very snug. I can hold her around the ribs and rub
those tiny nipples while I work her up and down at the perfect
speed for me. If she wakes while I'm doing this, she'll probably
like it. She's smiling. I think she's waking up.
"Mister Jack?"
"Hi, Rachel. Did you like what we did?"
"It got really tingly and then I don't remember anything until I
woke up with you inside me and my nipples getting rubbed. Why
didn't anyone else do this?"
"They only cared about themselves and their pleasure. I care
about you and your pleasure."
"You sure do. Can we do this all night?"
"No. Eventually you'd get sore and it would hurt."
"Why didn't it get sore and hurt when you put it in me? It always
did before?"
"Remember telling me that something felt weird? That was the KY
jelly that I used to make it go in easier."
"It worked. It was so good. Kiss me goodnight?"
"Yes, sleepy girl. I have an appointment with Leah."
---
"Uncle Jack?"
"Yes, Paige."
"Why are you here?"
"Just checking on my girls and tucking Rachel back in."
"OK. Kiss me goodnight again? With your tongue this time?"
"Only if Rachel is asleep."
"She's snoring."
"Then here's my tongue."
"Leah? You still awake?"
"I'm too excited to sleep!"
"I'll carry you so you don't stub a toe in the dark."
"Rub my butt?"
"Just a little. I don't want you to squirm out of my arms and
land on the floor."
"You're silly."
"What if I do this?"
"Gives me tingles!"
"And you squirm all over the place."
---
"Where on the counter?"
"The low side of the island."
"What are we doing here?"
"My mouth, my butt and maybe my pussy."
"With or without clothes?"
"You in a shirt. Me in panties to start."
"You're on your back with your head hanging off the edge?"
"Un huh."
"Take a deep breath. Blow it all out. Do it again. Again and hold
your breath. Start swallowing and keep swallowing as long as you
can. Squeeze my arm when you need to breathe again."
"Did I get a lot of it?"
"You're doing very well. You want to try again?"
"I remember. Three big breaths. Now."
"Remember to keep swallowing. That's very good. You're deeper
than before."
---
"How far?"
"To here. If you feel hair on your lips, it's all the way in."
"I'm ready."
"You got a lot on the first push. Remember to keep swallowing.
Feel the hair on your lips? The swallows feel very good. Squeeze
my arm when you need to breathe."
---
"You didn't squirt. Did I do it wrong?"
"No, you did fine. I had prostate surgery which takes away the
ability to squirt. I enjoy doing things with a pretty girl even
if I don't squirt."
"Do my butt?"
"On your stomach and legs hanging down?"
"Un huh."
"What are you doing?"
"Putting some lubricant on me and in your butt so it goes in
easier."
"It doesn't burn or bleed?"
"Nope. Remember those deep breaths? Do one now."
"You're in deep and it's big! But it feels good! Go deeper."
"I'll go deeper, but slowly. Tell me if you feel too full."
"It's good. Keep going. I'm full. Can you do in and out?"
"Like this?"
"Yes!"
"And rub a mosquito bite."
"Tingly!"
"And rub your pussy."
"More tingles!"
"And put some KY on your pussy and put a finger in it."
"The tingles are too strong!"
"Remember that you said you'd trust me even if something was
scary?"
"Un huh."
"I want you to trust me now. I'll go in and out of your butt and
my finger goes in and out of your pussy."
"Too tingl…"
---
I can do the 'turn to face me' and lift her up and down. Who
needs a gym? This is a much nicer workout. She's coming around
faster than Rachel did.
---
"What happened?"
"I promised to make you feel good. Those 'too strong' tingles are
an orgasm and you fainted."
"It was so good! Your finger didn't hurt in my pussy. Can I try
fucking with your dick?"
"Your Daddy and your uncles wanted you to talk dirty, didn't
they?"
"Un huh - and sometimes they hit us if we didn't. And cousin
Seth. He squirted real fast if I did a lot of dirty words and
then he couldn't get it up for a long time."
"Let me wash the poop off and we'll try your pretty little
pussy."
"Nobody ever told me it was pretty before."
"Pretty girls usually have pretty pussies."
"I'm not pretty. I'm just an ugly slut that's only good for
fucking."
 "Have I lied to you about anything, Leah?"
"No."
"Then I'm telling the truth if I say that you're pretty?"
"Un huh."
"And I'm telling the truth if I say that you're not a slut and
that you can be anything you want?"
"Un huh."
"Then kiss me, pretty girl."
"OK!"
---
"How did they have you to enter your pussy?"
"On my back on the floor and then sitting on Uncle Edgar with him
lying on the floor."
"Let's do this with me on the floor first. First some more KY.
Then some kissing and boobie rubs. Then add pussy rubs."
"I'm all tingly again!"
"Now you stand over me and squat down slowly. I'll help you
balance. Use your hand to put me in the right place. Now press
down and move around just a little. In a circle, like this."
"Rub my boobies!"
"Press down a little more."
"It's big!"
"But you can stretch a lot. Press down a little more."
"I felt a lot go in!"
"An inch or two. Keep pressing down."
"It's going deeper!"
"Does it hurt?"
"It feels good!"
"Press down some more."
"It hit bottom!"
"That's your cervix. It's the entrance to your womb, where a baby
would grow."
"You're gonna make a baby in me?"
"No. First, you're too young to make babies. Second, I don't
squirt so the baby-making stuff isn't put in you."
"It's as far as I can go. Now what?"
"You move up and down and I'll rub boobies with one hand and this
spot on your pussy with the other."
"The tingles are getting strong fast. Too strong!"
"Remember what strong tingles did before?"
"That good again?"
"Maybe better. Move up and down faster."
"Stronger! Stron…"
---
Gone again and very quickly. I can use this hole for my pleasure
as well. If I rub these pretty little nipples she'll probably
like it too. She's mumbling but not conscious.
---
"Faster."
I'll be happy to do that.
"Good."
Yes, it is.
"Strong."
If I hold her butt with my fingers, I can get a thumb on her
clitoris. These little bodies are the perfect size.
"Stron…"
---
Another orgasm before she fully recovers from the first one. I
think she's done for the night. Put the little she was wearing
back on her and carry her back to bed.
---
"Uncle Jack?"
"Yes, Celia. Just checking on my girls and tucking Leah in."
"Kiss me goodnight again and use your tongue."
"OK. You can suck my tongue."
---
"Alicia? You still awake?"
"Yes, Mister Jack. How could I sleep when I get to do stuff with
you?"
"What do you want to do and where do you want to do it?"
"Everything. In your bed so I can sleep snuggled up to you."
"Put your shorts and a tee shirt on. And some shoes. I don't want
you breaking a toe in the dark."
"But I'm just gonna get naked again."
"This way you'll have clothes for tomorrow morning."
"I didn't think about that. I'm only thinking about tonight!"
---
"What do you want to do first?"
"Teach me how to swallow your dick so I don't choke on it."
"Choke as in you think you'll puke or choke as in you can't
breathe?"
"Both."
"The gag reflex when something touches the back of your throat
doesn't have a quick fix. You have to keep trying until you can
control that feeling. I can make some other suggestions after you
try the first time. For not being able to breathe, your partner
has to work with you. If something big is in your throat, it can
block your windpipe and you won't be able to breathe. You night
be able to hold your breath for a couple of minutes if you take
some deep breaths before you start. You have to work out a signal
for your partner so he knows you need to breathe and he will back
out so you can take a breath.".
"You'd just back out if it even if it was feeling good?"
"I would."
"You'd be doing the 'making love' thing, not just fucking my
mouth?"
"Yes."
"I'm gonna like do-overs with you!"
"What position were you in?"
"On my knees in front of him"
"What were you wearing?"
"He had a Miller Draft shirt. I just had my socks."
"Socks so you weren't completely naked?"
"You're smart, Mister Jack."
"Being on your knees almost guarantees that you'll have the gag
reflex because of the angle of your neck. I want you to lie on
your back on the desk with your head hanging over the edge."
"Like this?"
"Yes. This way your mouth goes almost straight into your throat
and I think you'll find it easier. Deep breath. Blow it all out.
Again. Again and hold it. Open your mouth wide,. Start swallowing
like your mouth was full of soda. Squeeze my arm if you need to
breathe. That's pretty good depth for your first time in this
position. Take some deep breaths."
"That was easier than on my knees. How much of it did I get in?"
"To here."
"It felt a like a lot more!"
"The nerves in your mouth tend to magnify the size of things. If
you're playing in sand and get even one grain of sand between you
teeth, how big does it feel?"
"Huge!"
"Same for what we're doing. It feels bigger or longer than it
actually is. Ready?"
"Put it in."
"Remember to keep swallowing. That's almost twice as much as the
first time. Keep swallowing. You have most of it. Keep
swallowing. Feel the hair on your lips? I'm going to move in and
out. Keep swallowing. That is very good, You need air? OK. Sit up
and you can get a hug, too."
"Did I do it wrong? You didn't squirt."
"You 'did it' very well. I've had prostate surgery. It takes away
the ability to squirt."
"I liked it when you rubbed my boobies."
"You mean bee stings?"
"Nobody ever did anything to make me feel good when I did that
before. I like making love lots batter than fucking."
"Part of that may be that you were being fucked - you weren't in
control and fucking someone else. If it's just you and the other
person, you have a little control when he is in your mouth. If
it's just one person and you can get of the house or whatever,
bite down as hard as you can and grind your teeth together. If
you bite off part of it, he won't be able to chase you."
"I never thought of that. It might've worked on Daddy when Momma
was there but not when all the uncles and cousins were there."
"You're thinking things through. Very good, smart girl."
"Nobody ever told me I was smart before; just a dumb slut. I like
being with you - you make me feel like a real person."
"You look real to me. I can't poke a finger through you…"
"That tickles!"
"You kiss back…"
"I like kissing you!"
"This feels real when I squeeze it…"
"Squeeze my other nipple! This is fun!"
"Remember what I said about making love? It's not just using your
sex organs."
"I get little tingles almost everywhere you touch me."
"You think that might be anticipation - thinking about what else
we might do that you'd like?"
"Yes! Do my butt?"
"OK, I'll do this pretty little butt."
"Nobody else ever said I was pretty."
"Not you; your butt."
"Hey! Oh, you're teasing me again. Even your teasing is fun! Not
like Seth asking me what worm I stole my nipples from."
"What position for your butt?"
"Side of the bed with my legs hanging off."
"OK."
"What are you doing?"
"Some KY lubricant so it goes in easier."
"It won't burn going in?"
"No burn. Just smooth and easy. I'll go slowly so you can tell me
if you get too full."
"You kissed my butt!"
"I told you it was pretty."
"You kissed the other side!"
"It's just as pretty as its twin sister."
"You're silly but you make the scary parts go away."
"Now I'm entering you."
"It's big! But it didn't burn?"
"The KY makes it slick so things move easier. In some more"
"Feels good!"
"And more. And still more. Feel my hair on your butt?"
"It's all the way in?"
"Yes. But it didn't hurt, did it? I told you I wouldn't hurt you.
Ready for some in and out?"
"Yes! Do it fast!"
"Fast will make you sore faster. It could hurt to poop or even
sit tomorrow"
"OK. You decide how fast."
"I like this speed. Out slowly…"
"NO!. Put it back in!"
"Back in slowly."
"So good!"
"Out. Back in."
"I'm getting tingly!"
"I can add a nipple rub when I'm in."
"Better!"
"And a pussy rub when I'm out."
"More better! Why didn't it feel like this before?"
"Maybe because you were being fucked - used for someone else's
pleasure?"
"And you want me to feel good!"
"Yes, I do."
"The tingles are really strong! You gotta stop rubbing my pussy."
"Trust me, sweetie. It will get stronger but I think you'll like
what happens next."
"You put a finger in my pu…"
Let's see if I can get her up and turn her to face me without
disconnecting. Yes. Now to do my upper body exercises and move
her up and down on me. Nice that she's big enough to take it all
so I can get a full stroke. If I still ejaculated I would be in
serious pain from trying to cum from an empty tank after all the
activity so far tonight,. She's beginning to stir.
---
"Mister Jack?"
"Yes, bleary-eyed girl?"
"What happened? The tingles got really strong then they just
exploded!"
"You had an orgasm. That was the explosion of good feeling."
"It was awesome! Can we do it again?"
"I think your butt might get sore if we did much more of that."
"Do my pussy?"
"What position and where?"
"In bed with me on top like now but in my pussy instead of my
butt. It always hurt when I was on the bottom and they kept
trying to go deeper. Once Daddy got deeper and it hurt a lot and
it bled."
"OK. You on top. If you want to try it with you on bottom another
time, it won't hurt and it won't bleed."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Has anything that we've done hurt?"
"No. It all feels good! I'll try being on bottom next time. I
like being on top."
"Because you can move and get away from some of the things that
hurt?"
 "You understand! I love you, Mister Jack."
"I love you, Alicia. First some KY on your pussy and my dick so
it goes in easier."
"Rub my boobies and kiss me?"
"The rub I can do lying down. The kiss requires me sitting up or
you lying down and either of those blocks rubbing your nipples."
"I'll lie down and we can kiss then I'll scoot back on it and sit
up."
 "Kiss me, pretty girl."
"I love it when you tell me I'm pretty."
"Just telling the truth."
"I love you, too, Mister Jack. Rub and squeeze my butt and give
me your tongue."
The way she's squirming I might get her to orgasm with kisses and
rubbing. So many erotic zones and she's so responsive. Lost
liplock. She's moving back.
"You can try to find it with your pussy a couple more times, but
then use your hand to put in the right place."
"I got it. It's big! But it went in so easy!"
"The 'in easy' is from the KY."
"It doesn't burn going in - it feels good! Is that all of it?"
"No, sit up and move down slowly. I don't think your body is big
enough to take it all yet, so slow is good."
"It feels good going deeper. It's at the place that Daddy hurt."
"That's your cervix - the entrance to your womb. Don't go down
any more or it will hurt."
"I feel full but it's a good full 'cause I got to say it was
full. You're nice, Mister Jack."
"I might like you a little bit, Alicia."
"I know. You like us a lot!"
"Ready for some up and down?"
"You're not gonna grab my butt and move me?"
"Not unless you ask me to. I want you to find the motions and the
speed that you like best."
"There's more than up and down?"
"Let me put my hands around your waist. There's front to back.
And side to side. And in a circle. And up and down with each of
them. And rubbing nipples. And rubbing this button that you
like."
"The tingles get stronger with everything I try! I like the
circle with up and down and you rub my button."
"Then move in the way you like best."
"This so good, Mister Jack! So much nicer than just being fucked.
Why do you work so hard at me feeling good?"
"Did you ever want more time with the people who fucked you and
tossed you away?"
"NO!"
"Would you like more time with me?"
"YES!"
"Did you just answer your own question?"
"If you make me feel good, I'll WANT to do it again instead of
hating to do it. So doing something good for me is also doing
something good for you?"
"Very good, smart girl. One of the reasons it's called making
love is that you make your partner feel loved."
"I sure do! The tingles are getting stronger! They almost burn.
Stop rubbing my button!"
"Trust me for a minute, Alicia. I'll slow down the rubs and do a
little on your nipples and a little on your button."
"The tingle is still strong but it's all over me! You gotta
stop!"
"Just one more minute."
"Oh! Wow! My pussy's on fire! My boobies burn!"
"Look at your tummy?"
"Why is it rippling like that? The tingles are all over! Oh! It
still tingles but not as much fire. What's happening?"
"Remember the orgasm when I was in your butt?"
"It got real strong but then I fainted."
"This is what an orgasm feels like if it's strong enough to be
really good but not so strong that you faint."
"I still tingle! You're still in me! It feels so good! Can we do
it again?"
"As much as you enjoyed this, I think you'd be sore in the
morning if we did it again. You may be a little sore from being
so active but I want you able to walk."
"You're silly!"
"No, you really can get so sore that you walk funny. You can
snuggle in with your head on my shoulder."
"And your hand on my butt?"
"If that's what you want."
"Kiss me goodnight and rub my butt."
"Good night, Alicia."
"Good night, Mister Ja…"
---
I thought she'd be out as soon as she slowed down. She may not
have burned as much energy as running a marathon but it might be
close. Such a great smile when she feels safe and loved. How
could anyone have this child in their life and not feel bound to
love and care for her in every way that she needs? I guess
there's one positive to prostate surgery - there's no mess to
clean up afterwards and nothing to drip out of a well-used
orifice. If this continues when she's older, we won't have to
worry about making babies either.
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