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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.
 =============================
Wednesday, 30 September, 9:50AM
"You're safe now, Lisa. Sammy's safe now. Talk to me."
"Still scared but you make it better. Wally said they'd kill me
if I told and then there wouldn't be anybody to take care of
Sammy!"
I suspect they may be hearing these wails outside. I should plan
for something warm for her to drink so she'll have enough voice
to talk later. I don't know where such a little girl put so much
hurt. Hiccups are back. To the throne. I'm sorry this hits you so
hard, little one. It hurts to watch those heaves. Will she ever
slow down? She's slowing. I think she may be too tired to do
more. Not all over her this time. That's good. Wash her face. Is
she awake enough for the usual routine?
"Lisa?"
"It burns, Daddy?"
"Can you swish and spit."
"Un huh."
"Again?"
"Un huh. Hurts to talk."
"Gargle for me?"
Grgl.
"Again?"
Grgl.
"Let me brush your teeth?"
"OK."
"Rinse and spit."
"OK. Nap on your shoulder, Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetie."
I'll limit this nap to 30 minutes. I want her to get all of this
out, now that she's started. Still some little jerks and shivers.
Are you having bad dreams as well? Maybe the back rub will help.
She's relaxing a little.
"Nice, Daddy."
Doesn't matter whether she knows it's me or thinks it's Harry
Lewis - she's unwinding. Maybe I can keep her comfortable enough
to talk when she wakes.
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 10:45AM
"Did I go to sleep?"
"Yes, sweetie. You were very upset and you cried a lot and you
puked everything since your third birthday."
"You're silly, Mister Jack!"
"Rub your tummy."
"It hurts when I do that. I really puked hard, didn't I?"
"Yes. It looked like you were hurting but the only thing I could
do was hold you and talk to you."
"And you think I got more to tell you."
"I think you've been holding back many things to keep Sammy safe.
I hope you understand that some of those things will help us stop
the people who want to hurt you."
"Sometimes we went to parties in big fancy houses. Somebody said
it they were embassies. We'd start off all dressed up but
sometimes in crotchless panties. Sometimes we'd be in clothes
from some other country. I remember being in a bunch of those
places with different flags. And there was one big place where
there was our flag. We were in the basement. Between the bus and
the basement door I could see a tall skinny thing that was lit
up."
"Could you draw me a picture?"
"I think so. You have any red crayons? There were red lights here
and here."
"What else do you remember?"
"At one place all the men had those cloth things on their heads."
"Like this?"
"No. More like the one on the other page."
"Anything else?"
"At a place with a red flag one of the men had a cane with a
snake's head on top of it. There was some kind of button on it
that made the snake bite. When the snake bit a kid, she got real
still."
"Would you recognize the flags if you saw them again?"
"Some of them. Some of them looked a lot alike."
"I want you to look through this book and tell me if you see any
of those flags."
"Not any on this page. This one. That one. Not any more here.
This one and this one and this one and this one. Not any on the
next page. This one. That one. Maybe this one but I think it was
a little different. This is the one I saw. It's awful close to
the other one. Not any on this page. Or this page. This one and
this one and this one. Not any here. Or here. I guess that's all
I remember."
"Could Shannon or Debbie help identify the places and people?"
"Maybe. Sometimes we'd all be in the same place and sometimes
just part of us would get off the bus somewhere and the others
would go to different parties."
"I should have you tell them what we talked about before I ask
them?"
"Un huh. I'll talk to them if you want me to."
"Only if you're comfortable talking to them."
"I'm not comfortable talking to you but you're the best way I
know to help the others."
"You're a very loving, caring person, Lisa. Anything else that
you remember?"
"At the place with the red flag there was a man that I saw on the
TV news."
"Do you remember his name?"
"Speaker."
"Speaker?"
"Un huh. They called him Mister Speaker."
"Any other names?"
"Mister Ambassador. And one old guy in a white robe who had a
girl's name but couldn't remember it."
"Explain about the girl's name?"
"They kept telling him his name. They'd say 'You're Grace' like
he couldn't remember it."
"Do you remember what any of them looked like?"
"A couple."
"Tell me about them…"
---
"Any tattoos?"
"Yeah! One guy had a knife on his dick! He liked doing us hard
and deep so it'd have blood on it when he took it out. That
always hurt."
 "I'm sorry you were hurt."
"I know. If you'd been there you woulda made them stop."
"Any others?"
"A bunch had a blue ring on this finger."
"Any jewelry? Maybe a chain or an earring?"
"Lots of them with a skull on just one ear. Some of them musta
worn a different one when they were outside 'cause the skull
didn't match the tan on their ears."
"That's very observant, Lisa."
"Shannon noticed it first. Then we all looked for stuff like
that."
"She is very observant."
"Anything else?"
"All the bus drivers had 'United' on their badges. Can I just
snuggle for a while?"
"Yes. I think another nap might be a good thing."
I'll give her another 30 minutes and wake her. I'll replay the
last couple of minutes and see if there's anything else.
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 12:20PM
"Lisa?"
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I'm hungry,"
"Hi, hungry. I thought your name was Lisa."
"You goof! My name is Lisa. I feel hungry."
"For something quick, I can fix peanut butter and raspberry jelly
on bread the other girls baked."
"They got to help bake bread?"
"The counter things. An adult moves the pans in and out of the
oven."
 "I wanna try the bread."
"Stand up slowly."
"My tummy still hurts."
"That's why I said 'slowly'. Go pee. You've been in my lap a long
time."
"But it never seems long."
"Maybe you like being there?"
"Un huh!"
"Go pee."
"I'm going."
---
"This is good!"
"Fresh baked bread always makes the sandwiches better."
"Do I hafta finish my story?"
"You don't 'hafta' but you'll help a lot of other kids if you do,
just as Shannon and Debbie will help a lot of other kids if they
tell me all that they remember."
"I don't 'hafta' but I can tell you'd be disappointed if I
didn't."
"I think my loving, caring girl might be disappointed in herself
tomorrow if she didn't tell me all she could and she then found
out that another child had been hurt."
"You're right, Daddy. Where did I stop?"
"I'll play back the last two or three minutes from before you
wanted to stop and you can tell me if that's enough."
---
"I think we need Shannon and Debbie. We can remember more if
we're together. Do I hafta tell it all again?"
"I can play the recording and they can add things they remember.
If one of them says something that jogs your memory, you can add
it. When we get to the end of the original recording, we'll see
how much more the three of you have remembered. We'll go back and
you can talk to them. Be sure to include the parts about getting
your and Sammy's names changed. If they ask about adoption for
them, tell them we're working on it but it was easier for you and
Sammy because you don't have a father and your mother is in
jail."
"And other adoptions hafta deal with parents or whoever."
"Correct, smart girl."
"Do I have all the vomit off me?"
"I only saw it on your face and I washed that."
"OK. Let's go talk to them before I get scared again."
"You want to hold my hand?"
"Un huh!"
"Remember that we'll have our guards."
"Un huh."
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 1:15PM
"Do we hafta, Mister Jack?"
"Shannon, I'll give you the same answer I gave Lisa. I think my
loving, caring girls will be disappointed in themselves if they
don't tell me all they remember and another child is hurt."
"You read us too good, Mister Jack."
"We'll tell you everything we remember. How much has Lisa told
you?"
"I recorded what Lisa said, so you can listen to it and add in
what you remember. When we get to the end of the recording, you
can add the other things that you might have remembered along the
way."
"We need to take anything with us?"
"A change of clothes might be good. These sessions when you talk
to me sometimes have lots of tears."
"And sometimes we puke."
"That too."
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 4:40PM
They're stacked on me and asleep. I'll let them nap 30 minutes.
This has been long and hard for all of them. Shannon and Debbie
added about 30 minutes of comments to what Lisa said initially.
Then the three of them added another hour. Lots of tears and some
snotty noses but no more heaves. They did remember more names -
and some landmarks. I think we can locate the bus terminal. Both
of them had encounters with "Grace". He prefers girls but uses
them in typical priestly fashion. I'll make CDs for Pete and have
Joe listen for things I may have missed. This is very big - both
in numbers and in the potential political clout that the people
involved have. Really need some way to get video. I wonder if any
of them recorded themselves or others? Can my contact with the
President get me NSA help in exploring phones? Need to check the
private email address list I got the first day I was on the
conference. Have the girls had their nap time? It's 5:15 so yes.
Wake them gently.
"Shannon?"
"Nice wake up, Daddy."
"Debbie?"
"I like waking up like this, Daddy."
"Lisa?"
"Hi, Daddy. You've waked me up a bunch of times today. Your wake
ups are always nice."
"Time for us to go back to the house. You've been asleep a while.
Go pee. Lisa, flush before we leave. I'll make CDs for Grandpa
Joe and Mister Pete before I go so they can see if I missed
anything when I was listening to you."
"You never miss things."
"Sometimes I'm hurting because one of my girls is hurting and I
might be thinking more about helping her than about what she's
saying."
"We do get hugs and stuff when we sound scared so you don't miss
taking care of us but I guess you might miss a name or a place.
But never that we need love."
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 5:30PM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
"It's Poppa and Lisa and Shannon and Debbie."
"Let them in."
"Yes, Momma."
"These girls all look a little better, Jack."
"They got a lot of things out, Sarah."
"How many CDs do you have?"
"Something over three hours' worth. I should let Pete know."
'More CDs for you. More details. Some you can use. Some to be
addressed up the line. Jack'
Still sending slowly. Done.
"I heard you have CDs, Jack."
"Yes, Joe. More than three hours. You'll find it interesting."
"As in the Chinese blessing/curse of 'May you live in interesting
times'?"
"Yes, Joe."
"Heard back from Tibbets on the DNA testing. Debbie is family -
same grandmother so that makes her Melissa's child and my
granddaughter. As you suspected."
"And she's happy?"
"Very."
"She's with family, Joe, so there's one good thing that's come
out of all the local crap."
"We have to take the positives where we find them, Jack."
"And we have a brother and sister reunited."
"That, too. Be sure to bring them tomorrow. When the crap up the
line has been flushed, we need to have some special recognition
for these kids. Acknowledging the caring kids such as Lisa who
worked so hard to protect others and a memorial service for the
ones who didn't survive."
"You'll find more about 'didn't survive' on one of the CDs."
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 6:10PM
"Kids, time to cook supper. All of you have tasks."
"Yes, Momma."
"Yes, Miss Sarah."
"Yes, Aunt Sarah."
"I think you like having a new family, Debbie."
"I sure do, Uncle Jack! I got you and Grandpa Joe and Aunt Sarah
and three cousins! And all us girls see colors! I'm not weird!
I'm just like my family! And all of you give good hugs."
"You don't mind working in the kitchen?"
"It's not work, Uncle Jack. I get to help cook!"
"Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Can I ask you about something upstairs?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for taking care of Debbie. I've never seen her so
happy!"
"You're welcome, but maybe you had a part in that? You got her to
talk and get out some of the hurt."
"But you got her with family! Real family. An aunt and cousins
and her grandpa."
"Come here for a hug. We're working on a family for you and
Sammy."
"But we won't be real family - not like they are."
"Think for a minute. If Miss Sarah didn't like Debbie, would she
have taken her in just because she's family?"
"Probably."
"You and Sammy aren't family but she wants to take you in. What
does that say about how much she loves you?"
"More than I can imagine! Thank you, Mister Jack. You are the
best Daddy ever! I'd offer to thank you with my body but you'd
tell me 'no'. That's gotta be something I wanna do, not something
that I think I gotta do."
"You're correct about the 'gotta'. When you decide you 'wanna',
I'd enjoy spending that kind of time pleasing this pretty girl
who's decided she wants to be my partner in making love."
"You give me tingles with words!"
"Then we should talk about other things. Remember that Major
Tibbets helped with the DNA evaluation that identified Debbie as
family to the others. He might like to hear 'Thank you'."
"And I should thank the 'pretty lady' for being nice to Sammy."
"She's Corporal Cobb. Her first name is Daphne. She's usually in
charge of my bodyguard in the evening and at night."
"She might be out there now?"
"You want to go see?"
"Yes!"
"Good evening, sir. Your destination?"
"Right here, Corporal. Lisa wanted to talk to you."
"Thank you for being nice to Sammy. Lots of people ignore him and
some make fun of him but you were nice and treated him like a
person."
 "You're welcome, Lisa. That was a serious hug. Sammy is family?"
"He's my brother."
"You're the little sister who's doing a good job of being a big
sister to him."
"I try."
"I think you are successful."
"My thanks, also, Corporal."
"I enjoyed it, sir. He's a gentle boy who seems to need a lot of
positive adult attention. He also reminded me that there can be
joy in simple things - like scalloped potatoes or a movie about
cartoon monsters. I'm just glad I could help."
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 7:10PM
"Potatoes again?"
"Amelia, what did we say about the foods we have?"
"We may not have a lot of variety but we won't go hungry. But
potatoes are boring."
"We do have some options. That bowl of what looks like little
eyeballs is baby onions. Put a few of those with your potatoes
and see if they make them better."
"Do I hafta, Uncle Jack?"
"You don't 'hafta', but you might discover something that you
like."
"OK. I'll do one eyeball with one slice of potato. Hey! This is
good!"
"You what she'll be asking for, Jack."
"Yes, Sarah. Potatoes and eyeballs. But they're all eating them
now."
"I guess I can live with the name. And there are some other foods
that 'eyeballs' go well with."
---
"Uncle Jack, can I talk with you upstairs?"
"Yes, Amelia."
"Grandpa Joe took care of us the other night but I'm not as horny
as I was. Why? We don't have regular water or power back, the
grocery stores don't have much and it's still scary with the
soldiers here all the time. What changed?"
"Maybe we have a more consistent routine now? Maybe you're seeing
a few good things happen to other people?"
"Like we know Debbie is family? And Sammy and Lisa are brother
and sister and they're gonna be in the same family again?"
"And you're excited about those things?"
"Kinda. But why do I not wanna do stuff all the time?"
"Maybe you feel safer? You don't think the world will end today
or tomorrow? You know that there are many people who love you and
will be your 'family' even if you're not related to them? You
don't feel that you 'gotta' make a baby before you die? And, just
maybe, knowing that your body can make babies now has you
thinking a little more about people and relationships and 'love'
versus 'sex' and 'making love' versus 'fucking' and being a
daughter or a granddaughter or a niece versus a lover? And maybe
you're giving all those things a lot of thought because I've seen
you with the 'Make' book in your lap but you're not looking at it
- you're looking through the wall at something that only you can
see."
"I guess I have been lost in thought a lot. If I'm thinking that
hard, I'm not doing anything else - not even lap time. Thank you,
Uncle Jack. You are the world's best Daddy. And I do wanna do
more stuff with you. That little orgasm you gave me just by
talking is something I wanna explore some more! Can we stay at
your apartment tonight?"
"I'm sorry, now horny little girl. Unless Bob Bridges has work
for me or Pete needs something from me or one of the people from
the video conference…"
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
'Jack. Simmons from the CDC. Sending you some email. Need you to
find another rabbit in that hat.'
"You might get your request. That text was from someone at the
CDC who's sending me email asking for help. I'll be at the
apartment for a while - from the look on your face, no, I don't
know if we'll be there long enough to be able to spend the night.
We have more kids here now. I'll make a new chart for the fridge
and say that we're starting over and since you were first in that
list. I'll do this list the same and add the others in by age.
Sammy will be last because it's ladies first."
"You're so smart, Uncle Jack!"
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 8:30PM
"You're changing the chart, Poppa?"
"Yes, Alicia. There are more kids here now, so I'm putting all
the names on the chart."
"But Sammy's the oldest…"
"I know, Lisa, but I'm doing 'ladies first'. Amelia's the oldest
girl - I know, Alicia, only by two weeks. I have a request from
one of the doctors who was on the video conference. He's sending
email so I'll be at my apartment to get it and answer him. It's
late enough that I might not get back before bedtime.. I'll read
a new book and do goodnight kisses and hugs before we go."
"How do we get so everyone can see? You don't have enough legs
for Shannon and Paige and me?"
"Rachel, let's prop up in my bed and I'll sort you all out."
---
"You got us all where we could see."
"I liked being in Sammy's lap."
"It was another 'The end' book but I liked it. Can we do more
Little House tomorrow?"
"We'll see about Little House. Line up for hugs and kisses."
"OK."
"To the apartment, sir?"
"Yes, Corporal."
"Up the stairs, Amelia."
"Uncle Jack, I'm still on my period. Do you really wanna do it
when it's so messy?"
"That's your choice. Remember that I said we'd shower afterward
if you wanted to do this?"
"You're always good about choices but I'm not sure if I wanna."
"Remember that you can change your mind at any time."
"You won't be mad at me?"
"I gave you the option of saying 'no'. Why would I be mad if you
decide on 'no' later?"
"I love you so much, Daddy!" How do we keep the blood off the
bed?"
"I have a plastic mattress cover on the trundle bed and some old
towels."
"In case Paige wets the bed?"
"Or Rachel or Shannon, depending on who might be using these
beds. Tonight in case Amelia 'wets the bed'."
"You goof! But your love making has fun stuff in it, too."
"First, I start the email download."
"Fifty two messages?"
"Perhaps more people than just the good doctor want to talk with
me?"
"That'll take a long time, won't it?"
"Yes, but not as long as what you're thinking about. We can do
some gentle kissy-face and touchy-feely until we know if being on
your period makes any of your 'good' places too sore or too
sensitive to touch."
"It might? Like you had 'liquid fire' after we fixed you?"
"It could. That's why I'll be doing slow, gentle exploring while
we wait for the email. I think I might be able to find ways to
please you if some places are off limits today."
"You did give me a little cum with words one time…"
"And you have that dreamy look again. Yes, we can use words as
well as touches to please a partner."
"And you do great with both!"
"And you sound as though you might be just a little bit tingly."
"Un huh. And you haven't even touched me yet!"
"Sit in my lap? Just some slow and gentle exploration."
"I always like having your hands on me - except when they're
cold. That's a little tender."
"How tender?"
"Ow! I won't be asking you to squeeze my nipples today. You were
right. I need to know how my body changes so I'll know what to
ask for."
"Were you listening to yourself? So you'll 'know what to ask for'
sounds like an active partner in making love - where you tell me
what will work best for you."
"But you only want to give pleasure. You gotta know what hurts so
you only do good things. Oh - I'm helping you do what you want to
do. I am an active partner in making love. And I'm still
dressed!"
"Do you feel loved?"
"Yes!"
"There are still 22 messages to go. Let me explore some more."
"Wow! It feels good when you're close to my clit but it really
burns when you touch it - even the little touches you're doing to
explore. I'm glad you know how my body works."
"Shortstuff, I know how some bodies work. I'm exploring to learn
how your body works."
"So you can give me pleasure but not pain - except when you hafta
pinch my clit so I can cum again!"
"Except for those times."
"I'm still dressed but I have nice tingles. Can we get in bed and
make love?"
"Why am I here?"
"You have work stuff to do."
"Yes, but you can have lap and shoulder time while I work."
"If I snuggle and nap now, I can stay up later for other stuff!"
"You may find other stuff too tingly or too painful for what or
as much as I see in your face."
"You haven't even used a finger yet to see how I am inside."
"That will wait until we're on the bed so we catch any drips."
"You're smart."
"Some of your smarts rub off on me whenever you squirm around in
my lap as you are doing now. I can work if you're still. If
you're not still, you're out of my lap."
"Yes, Daddy. It's hard, but I'll be good."
"I think the 'It's hard' is why you can't be still."
"You read me too good."
"No, I just know what you're trying to squirm into position for
the next rub."
"I'm busted."
"No, they're bee stings."
"Uncle Jack!"
"Be still or be on the sofa."
"I'm still."
Dr. Simmons, you're not looking for one rabbit - you want a hutch
with ten breeding does and two horny jacks. I'll print your
requests and write in ideas while I'm reading them later.
'Brubeck' of PBI? That's Wally Carson's cover. A couple of the
names he got are in custody. Need to know what comes of that.
Something from the Colonel? No wonder this one took so long to
download. It's huge and encrypted. Email subject was "Remember
Baghdad?" so I know the key and the type of encryption used. I
have that package on a thumb drive if not already installed. I
hear little snores. Amelia did the best thing she could do for
'being still'. Sleep well, sweetie.
Follow-up from Tibbets. Print that for Joe and the ladies to
read. Also the older girls? If I'm thinking of arming them, I
guess they need to know. Sorry, Amelia. Your 'less horny' may be
overtaken by events. I enjoy all the time they share with me, but
my girls' interest in making love shouldn't result from being
terrified. Maybe the gun safety lessons and range time will go
well enough that I can arm most of them. Sgt. Nabors? From the
comms truck? Yes, very few would know the words "crazy toilet". I
should print this one and put it on a thumb drive. Links I can
use to get the notes from the conference sessions I'm missing -
and links to the A/V archives. When/if I get high speed internet
back. I should check with Sherry - the office internet service
may be up. Send the email for her along with a "Working on your
request" for Simmons and a "Received" for the Colonel. Now for
the other 40-odd messages. Better text Sarah.
'Lots going on. Details when I get back. Started email when we
got here and still have 40+ to handle. Amelia asleep in my lap.
She can sleep in a sweatshirt or something of Lisa's and wear
something of Lisa's tomorrow if needed.'
Still one bar and slow sending. Done.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
'Sounds like her "good things happening" high will be gone
tomorrow. Keep her happy tonight. I know she'll feel loved.'
Back to the grind. Real work-related email? From Bob. He needs
two more tablet holsters but in different colors and with
customer logos. I was right about who they were. Nice that I
downloaded those logos while the printer ran during a previous
trip here. My favorite Amelia would say that I was planning ahead
- and she'd be right. I have nine colors of PLA filament so I can
get the holsters close. The logos won't be in full color but
close enough for a prototype. I'll probably need to run the
charger to print two holsters. Good that the girls finished the
second one and it's in the garage. I'll still have to wake the
pretty girl in my lap but I won't be pushing a charger here after
dark.
---
Wednesday, 30 September, 10:30PM
 What's that noise? Rain. Did I even listen to a forecast today?
I don't think so. Better check it online. Add that to my steadily
growing list. If rain continues tomorrow, we'll need to run the
charger at Mindy's also. I think I'll task my responsible girls
with that again. They can have Lisa read the instructions and try
it. Still more than 30 messages remaining. Move Amelia to the
bed? No. I'm more productive with her in my lap and I need that
boost tonight. Wonder if I'm tapping in and using some of her
energy and/or brain power and that's why I'm more productive?
Yeah. Sure. Maybe if I'm writing new episodes for 'The Twilight
Zone'.
Three more people from the conference with questions. This one
has his act together. He has 30 questions but each is in a
separate email and the email subject is the question with
supporting info in the body of the message. Thank you, Bill
Watkins, for making responses simple. The two easy questions I'll
answer and the others get printed for more thought later. I have
many pages to print so I'll queue them all to the laser printer
and turn it on when the charger is in place.
Offering me a loan? Not anyone I've ever heard of. Very large
attachment. I think this spam is the vehicle for a new virus.
Quick check. Not just one. There are 12 known viruses and a
couple of 'suspect' items. Start a trace back to its actual
origin. Isn't that interesting? Originating IP is one of the
embassies the girls mentioned. Do you know I'm involved or is
this a widespread attack? Addressing is "undisclosed recipients".
I think they need some exploring, but not on a dialup. Much
better from the corporate VPN. If I'm gone that long, do I take a
girl with me? Yes. Bob can see if Alicia can learn the system
well enough to run a demo. Alicia will be happy to have time with
me and happy to be seen as a capable person. Even if we do travel
with an escort. Add a note to Tibbets that I'm 'going to work'
tomorrow.
Less than a dozen more? Wait. Amelia's stirring.
"Gotta pee."
"You know where it is."
"Yes, Daddy."
Quick stream. Sounds of paper. Hands washed. Rather quickly but
I'll address that later.
"You're still doing email?"
"Yes, sweetie. If my snuggler hadn't been in my lap, I wouldn't
have accomplished as much as I have. While you're up. I have some
3D printing to do…"
"I get to stay all night?"
"Yes. It's raining, so I need the charger running to handle the
3D printer and the laser printer for a lot of things."
"You coulda woke me up."
"I could have but I didn't need to."
"You're nice. I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, Amelia."
"I know. Even when I'm asleep in your lap, I know - and I sleep
so good. Can we…"
"I know that look. Work first. I won't even send you down in the
rain to connect and start the charger."
"You're nice like that. You'll let us when it's a nice day but
you don't make us when it's raining."
"If the rain continues tomorrow, the charger at Miss Mindy's will
be needed. I want the 'A' team to teach Lisa. That means you
might be in the rain."
"But it's important because we're almost out of bread and we need
to bake and we can only bake if the sun is shining or the charger
is running."
"So your stomach is telling you to do it in the rain?"
"That sounds silly but it is why we're doing it."
"Can you fill the tea kettle and safely light the burner to get
hot water for hot chocolate?"
"Watch me light it so I do it right?"
"This time. Maybe one more time but my smart and careful girl
will probably get it right this time. And you did."
"Here's the hot chocolate mix and you can reach spoons and cups.
Wait for me to pour it up."
"Yes, Daddy. You haven't said anything about all my saying
'Daddy'. Why?"
"Some things I'm seeing in these emails aren't good. I'll be
telling you and the others about them tomorrow. I want you to
feel safe and loved for as long as possible."
"So I get to say 'Daddy' until we leave?"
"Yes. Turn the burner off if the water boils before I get back
but do NOT pour it."
"I understand. You're taking care of me even when I don't think
you need to - but it's nice to be loved this much."
Take the charger around under the deck for a little rain
protection. Check the gas. Top it off. Connect and start and it's
charging. Sound cover over it. There's thunder in the distance.
Hopefully we'll not have anything close enough to wake the girls.
Back up the stairs.
"Here's a towel, Daddy."
"Thank you, daughter."
"I found some cookies in a can. The 'Use by' is old but the can
went 'Psst' when I pulled the tab."
"Thank you, sweetie."
"You looked sad when you were talking about telling me things
tomorrow. Is it bad?"
"There are some bad things and some scary things. There are also
a few good things but it may be hard to see how important the
good things are when there are so many things that seem bad or
scary."
"Make love to me, Daddy?"
"Because you want to or because you're scared?"
"Scared."
"Finish your hot chocolate. I'll be reading and writing for a
long time. I think lap and shoulder time might be better for
scared than making love. When you're not so scared, we'll talk
more."
"Rub my back when I'm in your lap?"
"And a goodnight kiss?"
"That too. Things are less scary when I talk with you."
"I'll change the filament on the printer…"
"That's a yucky color."
"It's the color this company uses."
"It's still yucky."
"I'll add a note to Mr. Bridges that you think the color is
yucky. What color would you suggest?"
"The red or the blue in their logo. Especially the blue."
"I have filament in this blue. Is it close enough?"
"Un huh."
"Then I'll print what he asked for and also one in Amelia's
blue."
"Won't that take a long time?"
"I am supposed to put in some time at my job. And this pretty
girl in my lap might like more than a nap in my lap."
"Un huh!"
"I'll start it printing with the color they requested and I'll
start the big print job on the laser printer. Then we'll use the
trundle bed…"
"Why?"
"There's a plastic mattress cover…"
"Oh - yeah. I sometimes forget that it's my period. Of course,
I'm reminded every time I pee because I hafta keep the string
dry."
"Better than dealing with that 'wad between your legs'?"
"Much better. Thank you for loving me enough to explain and
help."
"Let me clear the bed and put on old sheets. You stay dressed but
I'll get naked under the covers. Now come join me and we'll
cuddle and snuggle and see what does and doesn't feel good today.
Unbutton your shirt. On top of me."
"Chest hair doesn't just tickle my boobies. It burns a little!"
"Shoulder up for a sleeve off and rub the puffy places."
"Tingles more than before."
"Other side."
"That tingles more, too!"
"Rub up your back under your shirt…"
"Nice."
"And down both sides just touching the puffy parts."
"Strong tingles!"
"Shirt off. Hug and a big kiss."
"Really tingles and I'll still mostly dressed!"
"Belt off and unzip your jeans. Leave them on."
"Your hands feel so good on my butt! I got more tingles."
"Tingles because you can't wait or tingles you don't know about?"
"Don't feel like 'can't wait'."
"Might be something else related to the different chemistry in
your body during your period."
"It even affects tingles?"
"It made your nipples and your clit too tender for touches to be
pleasant."
"Instead of a glass of juice when you touch them, I'm getting the
whole pitcher and all the little tingles make one big burn?"
"I think that's a good description, smart girl. Jeans down."
"You're between my legs and it's rubbing my pussy through my
underwear! Strong tingles! Starting to burn! Put it in me."
"Trust me for a minute. A little more rubbing your pussy through
your panties."
"Really strong! My nipples burn!"
"Rub and squeeze your butt."
"Put it in me!"
"Very gentle nipple rub."
"Too strong. Exploding! Seeing stars! Tummy rippling! Burns!"
"Rub the other nipple."
"Stop! Too much burn! Gonna pee! "
"Rub just the puffy part."
"Strong! Still burns a little! Tummy still going! Feel so warm
inside! Still seeing stars!"
"Stop rubbing the puffy parts. Slow the pussy rub."
"Not burning as much. Tummy still rippling. Stars are gone. Just
see my sunshine."
"And I see my sunshine. Now a slow, gentle back rub."
"Still some little tingles. Feel so good. Do me again?"
"When you're calm enough to stand up, we'll go to the bathroom
and you can remove the tampon, see if there's anything to leak
out, wipe and come back to bed. You want to be on top or on
bottom?"
"On bottom will keep the mess mostly inside me, won't it?"
"Yes, but I didn't ask about the mess. I asked where my girl
wanted to be."
"I'm where I want to be - with you. Top or bottom doesn't
matter."
"As sensitive as your nipples and your clit are, I think you
should be on stop because you can move away from uncomfortable
contact faster than you can tell me and get me to move away from
that contact."
"You love me so good! OK. I'll be on top. What about the blood?"
"Towel under me. Towel for you when you get up. And some KY in
case you don't lubricate as well as you did other days. Squat
down and take me in - very slowly."
"But…"
"I know how it works other days. This is the first time during
your period. I will make you go slowly."
"Yes, Daddy. I know you're taking care of…Ow!"
"What's wrong, Amelia?"
"My clit really burned when I tried to get you in."
"More KY on both of us and try it again if you want to."
"If I want to?"
"Remember this about pleasing your partner? If it hurts you, we
won't do it."
"I want to. I wanna please you, too."
"If it hurts you, it won't please me."
"I'll move very slow."
"Better?"
"Still burns."
"You might not stretch as easily or as much today."
"But I want to!"
"And sometimes what we want?"
"Doesn't happen. More KY and I try just one more time?"
"Yes. But only one more time. I see those tears you're biting
your lip to hold back. Making love doesn't have the words 'hurt'
or 'pain' anywhere in it."
"But I love you and I wanna please you!"
"And having you in tears will please me?"
"Let me try it just this time?"
"Yes. Just this time."
"Ow! Daddy, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"It's OK, baby. Head on my shoulder."
"But I asked you to! And I can't! I'm sorry!"
"Shh. Remember what I said about pleasing your partner? It
pleases me that you want to. It pleases me that you tried so
hard. It pleases me that you stopped doing something that hurt,"
"You're the best Daddy ever! You want to do my butt?"
"The question, sweetie is do you want me to or are you asking
because we couldn't do what you asked first and you're trying to
make it up to me?"
"But I wanna please you…"
"And I told you three ways that you pleased me. On days like
this, especially as upset as you are about what you can't do,
making love will be about what you want to do and what you can
do. I have one of the prettiest girls in the world lying naked on
top of me and trying to find ways to please me. You think that
just maybe I'm happy to be with her and I don't need to plug one
of her holes to enjoy her company?"
"It's just hard when I can't do what I want to with you."
"It's hard when you can, too."
"You goof! I know that! It's difficult for me when I can't do
what I want to with you."
"Better phrasing, smart girl. Are you feeling better now?"
"I'm still annoyed with my body because it won't do what I want
when I have all night with you but I'm very happy to be with you
- and I know you can give me orgasms with at least some of my
clothes still on!"
"So it's a pretty good body even if the front entrance doesn't
work tonight?"
"You want to try the back door, mister?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Slow and gentle, in case something else doesn't work right?"
"Always, unless you request otherwise. KY on me and on and in
you. I'll hold you for balance. You control speed and depth -
slowly."
"Warm! Big! Inside! Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and
deeper and… Hair on my butt! I have all of you."
"Yes, you do. And for as long as you want or until you walk
funny."
"You usually rub my boobies…"
"Bee stings."
"Boobies and clit but that won't work tonight. What do we do?"
"I sit up and kiss you and rub and squeeze your pretty little
butt."
"That's tingly!"
"I'm back down and you try for a kiss."
"Good motion but I can't reach your mouth unless you're sitting
up."
"But I can reach your puffy parts."
"Tingles more!"
"I can hold your waist and move you back and forth, side to side
and in the circle that you like."
"Do up and down!"
"Like this?"
"You humped up in me deep! Do me again?"
"Rub around your pussy but not quite touch your clit."
"Starting to burn!"
"Rub your pussy and this puffy part."
"Burning more!"
"Rub your pussy and this puffy part and jerk inside you."
"Seeing stars! Exploding. Nipples burn and you didn't touch
them!"
"Rub just the puffy part and jerk inside you."
"Exploding again just not as big."
"Rub around your pussy and jerk inside you."
"Soft explosion. Nipples still burn a little. This is lasting so
long - but it's so good!"
"Just the jerk inside you."
"Yes, you are."
"I could pick you up and set you on the floor, Amelia."
"Uncle Jack, please don't! I'm just teasing!"
"So am I, but the jerk won't happen again,"
"Please, jerk in me again."
"I never got out."
"You goof! But you make it fun in so many ways. We cuddle. We
touch. You're inside me in different places and ways. We laugh.
We tease. Sometimes the love leaks out of our eyes."
"Like yours right now?"
"Un huh. I didn't know that I could love or be loved in so many
ways."
"You remember that. Somewhere, there's a very special boy looking
for you, even if he doesn't yet know your name or what you look
like. He'll love you as I do - even the little silly things but
you'll know that no one else will love you more because he'll be
the father of your children. Your eyes are leaking, little girl."
"Because my Daddy loves me so much and does things that make me
so happy it leaks out."
"We should get unplugged while you can still walk."
"We have been here a while."
"The printer beep tells us almost two hours. I have more reading
to do and more holsters to print."
"I can be in your lap?"
"You certainly may. But first we get cleaned up and you get a
fresh tampon and both of us get dressed."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!. Mmmffyf"
"Enough 'sorry' or I'll cover your mouth again."
"As long as it's another serious kiss like that."
"Next time is duct tape. Hold this towel in place while you walk.
Sit and spread your lips and let it drip. And here's a fresh
tampon."
 "Momma said men don't say 'tampon', never mind teaching a girl
how to use it."
"That might be true for men, but not for a man who has an Amelia
to love and care for."
"Sometimes you make me feel like the most important person in the
world."
"Aren't you?"
"Maybe to you."
"But not to the kids you've been a friend to? Not to your newest
cousin?"
"Well, maybe them."
"What about the kids who'll be helped by what Lisa and Shannon
and Debbie told me? And didn't you tell me those girls were the
ones I should take care of? Aren't you important to them?"
"But…"
"No buts. Not even this pretty bare one. Get dressed and you can
be back in my lap."
"Yes, best Daddy ever."
---
Thursday, 1 October, 12:20AM
Start the reprint of the holster in the 'yucky' color. Get my
stack off the laser printer and sort it by alternating portrait
and landscape for the sections. Check the paper supply. Add a
couple hundred sheets. Turn the laser printer off. Back to my
chair and the beauty waiting for me there.
"You looking for a lap, little girl?"
"I sure am, mister."
"Climb up for a hug, a kiss and a butt squeeze."
"That is so tingly tonight!"
"Settle down so I can work."
"Yes, Daddy."
Back in her nap position. Check mail again. Sherry answered with
'high speed internet up at work and home. Call or come by. Bring
a child if you need to.' The office is closer. I'll take Alicia
if she's interested. Otherwise, it's Debbie. She's just a little
older than Celia. Thanks from Watkins for the first two answers.
Another big one from the Colonel. With an encrypted attachment.
Another place name as the subject line. Short note about the
multi-virus emails. The President will declare martial law in
'select areas' in the morning. And I'll bet the rat traps are
active right now.
I have a contact at the NSA by way of the President. Need to text
her with list of people, what I'm looking for and why. Better set
a reminder about that.. She may not be happy with what I ask but
my request does come with a lot of clout. Admiral Bronstein? I
thought he was retired. He's heard what I'm doing and has a 'Well
done' for me - plus cell phone and personal email. Definitely a
good person to have on my side. Sorry, Olga. I'm not interested
in your 'veery seexy' pictures. Scan says 14 known viruses and 4
'suspect' items. And it's from: another previously mentioned
embassy. Quick notes to Tibbets and the Colonel about the
incoming scams. Need to know all the people they're targeting.
Definitely need the VPN to hide me when I go exploring in the
servers at all those embassies. Need to let Bob know as well. I
should touch base with the DoD contact the Colonel gave me. Short
note of what we're planning, where we are in the process and what
type demo we could offer. And that the full system is almost a
year out. Send the queued messages and get back to the incoming.
I need to stretch. 12:50? No wonder I'm stiff. And my sweetie
needs teeth brushed, jammies, socks and the option of a bed. She
might decide to stay here.
"Amelia?"
"Uncle Jack? Daddy?"
"Are you a little confused?"
"I was in your lap and them you gave me an orgasm with my
underwear still on and then I tried to… I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Amelia!"
"You're mad at me?"
"No. I'm trying to get your attention. We had this conversation
two or three times already. It's settled. I'm pleased that you
want to be with me. I'm pleased that you tried. I'm pleased that
you stopped doing something that hurt. You pleased me! So no more
'sorry' or I'll put cabbage in your oatmeal instead of gummy
worms."
"Yuck! I think I'll remember now."
"I need to do some work. You need to brush and get jammies and
socks…"
"But I didn't bring them."
"Look in the boxes of Lisa's clothes. You're about the same
size."
"I gotta go to bed?"
"To sleep, yes. Maybe not to bed."
"I can snuggle?"
"If you're able to get in my lap and be still."
"I can. You're still printing the yucky color."
"Mr. Bridges asked for two in that color. I'll print the one in
your color when this one finishes."
"That's gonna be really late."
"Late when the last one finishes. I'll be in bed shortly after I
start that print job. I'll move you to my shoulder when I get in
bed."
"I hafta go now?"
"No. Having you in my lap helps me focus and get more done. You
may stay, but I think you will need room to turn over and stretch
out at some point. When you can't get comfortable in my lap, I'll
put you in my bed and I'll join you as soon as I can."
"Another goodnight kiss?"
"Yes."
Tell Bob I'll be in to use the high speed internet in the morning
and will bring the holsters. Need to stop by Computer Cave for
more PLA and ABS filament. Just tell Tibbets just that I'm 'going
to work' and 'running errands' in the morning. I think he's one
of the good guys but I don't know everyone in comms and there
were bugs in the truck.
Last few messages. One from Cheryl to my old email - useful that
I forwarded that address to the current address. The "hot words"
icon has five chili peppers. Anything besides the tirade about
money, now that I have the royalty fund back? That litigation has
taken a while but this time I have a very good lawyer. She's
telling me that I can't see to Donald and Delia because she won't
let me? You won't be controlling anything but your bladder after
tomorrow. I saw the list of warrants to be served.
Thanks from Leo. Also an offer on some floor model appliances. A
12 cubic foot LP fridge up here would be fine. But the two 3
cubic foot Elger's would use just a trickle of electricity and
only need 12 volt power - might be easier to install here? Need
to think on that tomorrow. Send this page to the inkjet printer
and tell him 'Thanks'. Last one? No, a new group coming in. 27
more? Cheryl's lawyers? Threats about 'my history'? You'd best do
some house cleaning - there are warrants out for both of you and
'my history' will have you in jail tomorrow - I guess that's
later today. 12 more from Watkins. Good questions but I need to
be fresher to give good answers. The rest are from other
conference attendees. Nothing that needs immediate attention.
Last 'yucky color' holster almost done. Move Amelia to the bed.
Get my sleepwear. Brush and floss. Printer beep. Remove this one
from the platform. Change spool to blue filament. Run test
pattern. Clear the platform and start this print. Will need color
logo in the morning. In bed. Sleeping Beauty on my shoulder. From
a frown to puckered up? Kiss these sweet lips.
"'Night, Daddy."
"Goodnight, Amelia."
Set my alarm and enjoy her wonderful effect on my sleep - much
needed when my bedtime is almost 2AM.
---
Thursday, 1 October, 6:30AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. I don't think Amelia even noticed it - still has
that beautiful smile. Can I ease out without awaking her? Yes,
just a little frown when she loses the shoulder. I don't there's
much left for breakfast but I can bake biscuits and I'll also mix
some scones. Scones for another morning or an afternoon snack.
Maybe with tea and jam? Fry some corned beef to make a hearty
breakfast biscuit? Something she's not had with me before. Nice
that the canned corned beef has a five year shelf life. Oven on.
Biscuits mixed, cut and in the pan. Corned beef sliced and in the
pan - that only needs enough time to heat and get lightly
browned. Time to wake Sleeping Beauty and get her to the table.
"Good morning, Amelia."
"Good morning, Daddy. I'm sorry…mft"
"If 'sorry' was about last night, I don't want to hear it."
"Or you'll put cabbage in my oatmeal. That nice kiss stopped 'I'm
sorry wasn't awake to wake you that way'."
"I'll accept that 'sorry'. I am, too. I like your wake ups."
"What smells so good?"
"Biscuits and scones. If you want a hearty breakfast, I'm
browning some corned beef for the biscuits or you can have a
sweet breakfast of scones and raspberry jam."
"Both?"
"Is there room in this firm little tummy for all that?"
"It smells so good I'll make room!"
"Powdered milk or hot chocolate?"
"Hot chocolate. I like how the blue one turned out!"
"I do, too, sweetie. Thank you for the suggestion. Maybe the
client will like it also."
"But you need to do their logo on it."
"I'll print the skeleton of the logo in red and the open parts
will let the blue show through."
"That'll look good."
"I hope the client likes it. We'll charge them for your idea."
"You're silly!"
"No, they have art and marketing departments that are tasked with
making their products look good. If your idea looks better, they
should pay for the idea. Look on the back of the holster, near
the right edge."
'This design by Amelia Pope.'
"You put my name on it!"
"I ensured that you got credit for your idea. If they ask me,
I'll tell them that you're my in-house artist and color
consultant."
"But I'm just a kid!"
"A kid with a good eye. Other people have complimented your video
skills. I think your color choices also deserve compliments."
"I love you, too, Daddy!"
"Not just love, shortstuff. I see ability and you know that I
give hugs and 'good job' compliments when my girls are working. I
won't be there when the client sees this, so I want them to know
who did it."
"You make me feel so good about me!"
"Hold on to that 'so good' because I'll be sharing some things
with all of you today that may take away from the good feelings.
There are some good things coming, but I should tell things in
order so you know what to expect…"
"The good things don't come first?"
"No, they don't. Maybe there was a reason I did a 'feel good'
breakfast?"
"You're good at that."
"Go brush your teeth and potty and change clothes."
"We gotta go back?"
"Not yet. I had many emails to answer and I only did the simplest
and most urgent ones last night. This morning I'll work on the
others. I'll need to go to the office…"
"But somebody else gets to go with you."
"Sorry, sad girl, but you did have me all night - even if your
body didn't cooperate. But next period we'll know some things
that work and some that may not work and we can plan around what
we know."
"I get more kissy-face and touchy-feely this morning?"
"Come get in my lap."
"OK."
"Do you want me to do this?"
"Ow! Rubbing nipples won't work."
"Or this?"
"Too strong! Rubbing my clit won't work."
"Maybe just a snuggle in my lap?"
"That would work. Not much tingle but I'll feel safe and loved."
"Go change clothes. I'll be doing job-stuff and military stuff
for about an hour. Then back to Miss Mindy's house and I exchange
girls."
 "Will Alicia get all day or night?"
"Possibly several hours during the day, but the best she'll get
when I'm at the Bridges Data office is lap time - no beds there."
"I did get shoulder time for sleeping. Even if I didn't get all I
wanted, I got all I needed. You're good about that."
"I might…"
"Like me a little. I know."
"Go change. Then in my lap if you want to be there…"
"Always!"
"And I'll answer emails and send a few texts."
And decrypt the messages from the Colonel. Excerpts of text
documents. Audio clips. Video clips. Links to the original and
full audio and video sources. My day at the corporate office just
got longer. Internet dialup a little slower than last night.
Guess the rain is still affecting things. Copy my list of names
and titles to the phone. Include them in the text to the number
for Marisa Franklin at NSA. If anyone has information about the
things that have passed over the ambassadors' phones it would be
them. Include my email and note who gave me her name and number.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
'Jack. Identified the buses. The 'United' one girl saw on the
driver's badge is half the name. Traffic cams show regular runs
between DC and NYC and a dozen 'supply hubs'. Martial Law in
place in areas of both cities and some of the hubs. Area around
you was already under military control so other arrests done in
that hub this morning went well because they were totally
unexpected. Tibbets asked about your computer skills. Does he
need a hacker? More later. Pete.'
"Bad news, Uncle Jack? You look real serious."
"Not so much bad news as odd news. Some may be good. Some I won't
even try to guess. I'm sure I'll know more later."
"I get more lap time?"
"Until I leave. I'm waiting for email responses from a couple of
people and I'm answering some of yesterday's emails while I wait.
You did biscuits and corned beef for breakfast. Would you like a
scone and some jam?"
"Yummy!"
"I think that might be a 'yes'. Fill the tea kettle and put it on
the heat."
"You're not gonna watch me?"
"Do I need to watch you?"
"I got it right earlier and I do the same thing again."
"Just remember how to do it carefully."
"Yes, Daddy."
Email from marissa.franklin@nsa.gov.
'Considering your location when you sent the text, you're
probably on dialup for email so sending thumbnail images.
Thumbnails linked to full images and videos. Names/numbers with
dates and times are links to conversations. Heard a little about
you from my uncle, Tom Tibbets. Glad to help. Contact me if you
need more.'
While Amelia's gone, I'll check the thumbnail images she sent.
That's Shannon and "Grace". Lisa and "Mr. Speaker". Debbie and
Muhammed-Ben-holier-than-everyone-else-Muhammed who denies he's
Muslim but why else that costume and the ritual he's
participating in? The 'Benghazi lady' with both 'Grace' and 'Mr.
Speaker' entering her at the same time. There are almost 900 of
these. Close the images before Amelia comes back to my lap. I
think the world's balance of power may be in the midst of a major
shift. Things may be much worse while this shakes out - maybe
several months for that shake out? Definitely time for as many of
the girls as possible to be knowledgeable about firearms. And I
hear the tea kettle.
"Hot chocolate for me. I got that out and the Earl Grey out for
you 'cause didn't say what you wanted."
"Thank you, sweetie. I'll take the Earl Grey this time."
"These scones are good! Is there anything you can't cook?"
"Never tried roasting a goat. Tried roast goat that someone else
fixed and didn't care for it. I think roasted boots might have
tasted better."
"Roast goat? You're funny!"
"Not funny. I did try it once because it's what the other people
were eating. After that, the MRE's tasted pretty good."
"MRE?"
"Meals, Ready to Eat. A complete meal in a plastic bag. Some even
have a chemical heater that just needs a little water to warm up
the meal."
"Kinda like what Grandpa Joe was talking about when he used that
little can opener?"
"About 50 years newer than military meals in cans but not much
tastier - except when compared to roast goat."
"You keep being silly and I'll wet my pants!"
"Go pee. If you sound like you get it all out, I won't eat your
other scone. If you hurry and come back half full, I'll eat your
other scone and make you watch while I eat two more."
"I'm going!"
"Wait until you're on the throne."
"Uncle Jack!"
---
Thursday, 1 October, 10:20AM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
"It's Uncle Jack and Amelia."
"Let them in, Celia."
"Hi, Uncle Jack!"
"Hi, Celia."
"You smell good!"
"Maybe what's in this bag smells good?"
"Yes!"
"Take them to the kitchen. Ask the mothers if you may have a
scone and some jam."
"Where'd you get them, Poppa?"
"He baked that and biscuits this morning 'cause there wasn't any
easy breakfast stuff."
"We do need to make grocery runs if anything is available."
"Sarah, dialup internet is working slowly this morning so some of
the landline phone network is working. Call Costco and some of
the other places and see if they'll take a phone order for pickup
later - and I'll pay cash."
"I'm on that."
"I need to go the Bridges Data office and do some work there. I
have some real work to do and their high speed internet is up. I
can pick up groceries on the way back. The next girl can go with
me but she'll probably only get lap time. I'm guessing that I'll
have an escort as the black Hummer is out front again so we
should be safe."
"Is that me, Poppa?"
"I think so, Alicia, but check the chart."
"Yes, Poppa."
"There are some things I need to share will all of you but I'll
only hit the highlights now and do details when I get back. I
should also have more detailed information when I return."
"You getting scary again, Jack."
"Sorry, Sarah, but some of the things are scary. We're in better
shape for what's coming than many people but we may be relying
more and more on the Guard to keep us safe. Let me explain…"
---
"Somebody made pictures of what they did to us?"
"Yes, Shannon - and Debbie - and Lisa - and a lot more kids that
I don't know. I hate to ask you three to do another thing that
will hurt, but you're my best source of names and maybe places
for the other kids in the pictures. I'd like for you to help me
identify them so we can get them back with a family that wants
them."
"How many pictures are there?"
"About 900, Lisa. I don't want you to answer me now. Not until I
get back. We won't do this in a session that lasts all day. We
might work for an hour or so and take a long break. Then another
hour and another long break. I want you to think about this and
I'll ask for your answer when I get back. If you need someone to
talk to, Miss Sarah, Miss Mindy, Grandpa Joe and all the girls in
your new family will be here to help. If you need a lap to
snuggle in or a shoulder to cry on, someone will be here for
you."
"And that's one of the reasons we should do it - none of those
kids will have family or a lap or a shoulder if we don't help."
"Debbie, the three of you should think about this and talk about
it. Don't be in a hurry to decide - you probably won't like most
of the pictures."
---
Thursday, 1 October, 11:30AM
"Alicia, you should eat lunch before we go and take a snack with
you. I don't know what food is available near the office."
"You, too?"
"Yes. A sandwich for lunch and a couple of scones for a snack.
You have everything in your backpack?"
"Yes, Poppa."
---
"You're going in to work, sir?"
"Yes, Corporal. Here's my tentative itinerary but there's no
schedule as I don't know how long I'll be at the office."
"Much better than us following you by watching for turn signals."
"You don't have a key for the door, Poppa?"
"Yes and no, Alicia."
"That doesn't make sense."
"A key grants you access to a place that everyone can't go, so I
have access but a key is usually a thing - a metal key or the
plastic card at a hotel, which I don't have."
"So how do you get in with a key that doesn't exist?"
"I place my finger here and it scans my fingerprint. If the
security system knows my fingerprint, it asks for my password.
Which I type in here."
"So you have access but there's no key to get lost."
"Correct, smart girl."
"And the beep and click tell you the door is unlocked."
"Correct again, smart girl."
"Hello, Jack."
"Hello, Sherry."
"And this is Alicia?"
"How'd you know?"
"Jack showed us a picture and told us your names when we had our
meeting a few days ago. From the smile you had, I'm guessing Jack
did something that made you happy."
"He was telling me how smart I was for understanding when he
explained how the fingerprint system for the door lock uses a
key, but not one you can lose."
"I'd also say you were smart if you understood that the first
time it was explained to you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I understand why Jack enjoys you girls so much.
Smart kids are fun to be with. Jack, there are drinks and some
fruit in the conference room. The sofa in there is long enough
for an adult to sleep on and there's a blanket and a pillow. It's
the only good napping place we have. Jerry Z moved one of the
wireless laser printers in there in case you need to print."
"Thank you, Sherry. I'll thank Jerry Z when I see him."
"Better send him email or text. He's involved in some military
conference through the end of the week."
"I can be in your lap, Poppa?"
"If that's where you want to be, sweetie. If you need to stretch
out after a while, you can move to the sofa."
"Lap first. Is there a bathroom?"
"That door."
"OK."
Phone has three bars - and a dozen voicemails. Better check those
while I have enough signal. From my daughter, Beth.
'Dad, wanted you to see and hear the arrest and the witch being
carried away. Check the message from Delia. The witch was hiding
here but they tracked her cell phone. Hope you enjoy it. Got the
news you'd been exonerated. The grandkids all want to see you.
Let me know when and where.'
Think I may save this series of messages for later. One from
Tibbets.
 'Marissa called me about your request. I told her that anything
and everything they could do would not repay you for what you're
been doing. You should get all that's available. She's very good
at what she does.'
Need to thank him and tell him that she gets 'Well done' from me.
"Your lap, Poppa?"
"Yes, Alicia."
One from the Colonel.
'Russian and Chinese subs sunk trying to get into NYC. Found
their embassy staffs near the water. Interrogation in progress. A
Marissa Franklin sent me some links. How did she know?'
I'll tell him later. Back to email. 30 more but received in
almost no time with the network speed we have here. Scan through
them. Three I can answer immediately. Flag some for printing.
Read quickly through those I didn't answer last night. Six want
how-to info and I'll send them a list of useful links. Run down
my list of answers for Watkins and do cut-and-paste from my notes
to the body of the reply for each of his messages. His inbox will
be full for a while. Some answers for Dr. Simmons. Send him names
for some of the questions I can't answer directly. See if Bob is
online - yes and he's here. IM that I'm here and have the
holsters he wanted. I'm guessing he's the footsteps I hear
running down the hall.
"Did you hear about the Russian sub in NYC?"
"Russian and Chinese subs. The staffs of both embassies are in
custody."
"That's not been on the news."
"I have better sources than the news outlets and you didn't hear
it from me. Plan on a major power shift in the next couple of
days. Expect the S of SHTF to get deeper. As one of the day's few
positives, the two holsters you asked for and one my in-house
artist and color consultant suggested."
"This one is great! I'll assume one of your girls, so how much do
I owe her?"
"How much will the client pay for the use of our artists and
consultants?"
"Probably a lot. I'll ask tonight. If you think you'll be here
long enough that you brought one of the girls with you, I should
let you get back to work. Just one more thing. Here's $3000. My
wife said it was a bonus from her because you got Layla
interested in the world outside her iPhone and she's asked to
learn how things work in the house - including cooking and
washing dishes."
"Bob, I can't take…"
"Jack, I can't take it back to her - I live there. Tale it and
spend it on your kids."
"Tell her I said 'Thank you'."
"I will."
"His daughter didn't know how much fun it is to cook and be part
of a family?"
"Not everyone has the opportunity to learn that."
"They need somebody like you."
"They had me for a little while. Do you need more lap time or a
nap?"
 "Nap in your lap?"
"Want your snack or an apple before your nap?"
"Yes!"
---
Thursday, 1 October, 2:50PM
She sleeps better with a snack in her - no growls from her tummy.
And I can go through more of the images from Franklin while
Alicia's asleep. I know that guy! Last time he'll be fucking a
little one until she bleeds. And we have two moles in Tibbets'
shop. Need to get him to scan through these for any others he
might recognize. There's the one with the 'snake' cane. I think
it would be poetic justice for him to encounter his own cane. I
should see if the Colonel has access to all these images. Might
help with the 'bug' infestation. I've only scrolled through 100
of them? Feels like many more. I will keep the sessions with
Lisa, Debbie and Shannon to 50 or so images unless they're on a
roll.
What's in the links Nabors sent me? Download all the handouts. A
group just for me? Interesting that these are updated daily when
I no longer have access. I should thank Nabors? Or the Colonel?
How big are the archived videos? Semi-reasonable in size. Nice to
have a terabyte drive on my laptop.
Need to wake Alicia, grab the dozen or so pages that I printed
and go shopping.
"Alicia?"
"Nice wake up, Daddy."
"Go pee and then put everything back in your backpack."
"Yes, Poppa."
'Not Daddy again?'
'Heard somebody at the door.'
'Bathroom for you. Pee, flush, count to twenty and flush again. I
need you to be a distraction.'
'OK.'
Glock out. Over to the door. Handle is moving slowly. Wait for
five inches of open. Kick the door.
"Arggh!"
"Your face tells me you're a member of the Davis family. You
better have good answers or my Glock is the last thing you will
ever hear."
"I'm gonna kill that little whore!"
"Not from your position on the floor. If that hand has a gun in
it when you bring it out, you die."
"There's six of us. You can't get us all!"
"Perhaps not, but you probably missed my bodyguards."
"What bodyguards?"
Ker-slack!
"The one holding that 12 gauge is a good example."
"I saw her flagging down cars. I thought she was just another
whore."
 "Waving off cars in the event of a gun battle. The rest of your
group is probably in cuffs - or body bags."
"They can't do that!"
"Martial Law is in effect in a number of places that have seen
the blue and white buses come through. Did that description hit a
sore spot? Did you hear that Russian and Chinese subs were sunk
in New York Harbor this morning? You seem to have an incontinence
problem. Your prisoner, Corporal."
"Sorry we weren't in here sooner, sir. We were trying to get the
civilians out."
"Not a problem, Corporal. Bob may have been armed but I'll guess
that none of the others were."
"That would be correct, sir. How'd you know?"
"Conversation I had with them at a group meeting a few days ago.
This event might change some minds. I have a little girl to see
about. Alicia?"
"P-P-Poppa?"
"Yes, granddaughter."
"It is you! I w-w-was sc-sc-scared!"
"I know. You're safe now. Peter Davis and five others are being
held by the soldiers."
"Th-Th-There was s-s-six of them?"
"But there were six of us. Four soldiers. Me. My alert girl who
noticed something that didn't sound right."
"You make me sound important."
"You were. You were paying attention to things around you."
"I love you, too, Daddy!"
"We need to buy groceries. We have a list of places to go and the
things that your mother and Miss Sarah ordered. Thanks to Bob's
wife, we have more than enough cash to get it all."
"I liked going to the store with you and they thought I was your
daughter."
"You are one of my girls."
"Yes!"
"Shopping, sir?"
"Yes, Corporal. We have four additional kids and need to provide
for them."
"In order, by the list?"
"Yes, unless the truck is filled before the list is finished."
"One of the vehicles the perps came in has a trailer. We could
requisition it."
"Thank you, Corporal. Show me where it's parked."
---
Thursday, 1 October, 7:10PM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
"It's Mister Jack and Alicia. And he's got a big trailer on his
truck!"
"Open the door, Lisa."
"Hi, Mister Jack."
"Hi, Lisa."
"Are you OK, Alicia?"
"It was scary, Momma. Another of Daddy's brothers and some of his
friends tried to get to me again - but Poppa stopped him!"
"Did he break his arm, Alicia?"
"No, Leah. He hit him with a door."
"A door?"
"I had some help from the soldiers who are my bodyguard and from
Alicia. Everyone stop for a couple of minutes and I'll tell the
story. Then we unload the trailer at Sarah's house and the truck
here."
"Tell the story, Jack, but then stop to eat - supper is hot.
Unloading shouldn't take long with ten kids and four adults
working."
---
"You seem a little distracted tonight, Jack."
"Joe, there are some things coming that all of you need to know."
"All bad?"
"No, Sarah, just that a number of bad things will be happening
before the good things get here."
"Survivable, Jack?"
"Yes, Joe, just unpleasant and difficult. I think most of you
know a little of what happened to Lisa, Debbie and Shannon. Some
of the adults involved are very highly placed in government and
clergy…"
"Clergy, Poppa?"
"Officials in some of the churches, Rachel."
"OK."
"I was given access to some 900 images of these people hurting
kids, including kids you know. Think what will happen when many
of the people who run our country and other countries all go to
jail."
"It'll be worse than not having water and power. People will
think it's the end of the world and be scared and do dumb things
that get other people hurt."
"Very good, Amelia. What can we do about it?"
"Get food and gas for the chargers and plant the greenhouses and
stay inside or inside the fence."
"That's a good start. Think about it while we unload."
---
Thursday, 1 October, 9:40PM
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
'Client ecstatic about the blue cover. Asked to hire our in-house
artist and color consultant. Wanted to know if he/she would
consider $95,000 and a paid move to California. Said I'd ask ;-)
Bob'
"Amelia?"
"Yes, Uncle Jack?"
"The client liked your idea for the blue tablet holster with
their logo."
"He did?"
"Yes. He wants to know if our in-house artist and color
consultant would consider a salary of $95,000 and a paid move to
California."
"He wants to hire me like I was a grownup?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Bridges didn't tell him I was a kid?"
"No."
"I did that good?"
"You did this time. Should I tell Mr. Bridges to say that you
like your current position and aren't interested in moving?"
"I'd rather stay here with the people who love me."
"I'll tell him."
'Likes current position. Not interested in moving."
---
"Are we gonna do what we talked about earlier, Mister Jack?"
"Do you want to, Lisa?"
"You got us to a better place. We should help you help the other
kids 'cause we're the only ones who can."
"Debbie?"
"We know them. We can help so we should."
"Shannon?"
"Some of them are my friends. We always took care of each other
when we could. I can now."
"Thank you, girls. We'll start on this in the morning. It's way
past your bedtimes and we won't do anything when you're tired or
sleepy."
"You take care of us like a daddy would."
"I might like you a little bit. It's late but I'll read a short
book and then do kisses and hugs. Kids go brush, floss and get
jammies on."
---
Friday, 2 October, 3:05AM
That was the sound of glass breaking. Has to be downstairs.
Jeans. Shoes. Glock on my belt. Night vision. 12 gauge. Down the
quiet side of the stairs. Noise in the kitchen. He's behind the
stove with a flashlight. Planning a fire or explosion for us?
Let's not use an explosive weapon. Leah's bat is by the fridge.
"Umph!"
"Now let's see what you're trying to do and whether I should
shoot you or slit your throat."
"Don't shoot!"
"Because it'll make things go boom?"
"Yes."
"You down here, Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah. Get Mindy and both of you be armed. Go outside and
turn off the LP tank. Our visitor was doing what can only be
expected to be bad things behind the stove. When you come back
in, flip the vent locks on the windows in here and we'll air the
place out."
Pop! Pop!
That's a .22. Who's Amelia shooting at?
Pop! Pop!
"Uncle Jack! I got the tires on this side."
"You have a shooter upstairs?"
"More than one."
"Gas is off, Jack. I'll get this window, Mindy. You get the one
over the sink."
"I got it."
"Up on your knees."
"Gonna shoot me if I don't?"
"No, but I might dislocate this elbow."
"Big talk."
"No, just a warning."
"Arrrgh!"
"Who are you and why are you here?"
"Ain't saying nothing. The others will get you."
"I don't think so. The soldier that uniform belongs to moves
almost silently. You wouldn't know he was here…"
"Got him. We also have the others, sir. Didn't notice them at
first because of the uniforms but then one lit a cigarette in the
open. We're not perfect but our light discipline is better than
that. Don't know who your shooter is upstairs but I'm guessing
it's a she and she's four for four on the tires of the two
vehicles they coasted down the grade. The others are PBI plus a
couple with Chinese ID's. You need the bomb squad, sir?"
"No, Grover. When the gas clears, I'll turn on some serious light
and see how much damage there is. We probably have enough
supplies to make proper repairs. I'm guessing he just loosened
the connector and set a timer that would give a spark to light
the gas after most of this level was filled."
"If you'd like to interrogate him, sir, I understand the vehicle
out back is almost soundproof…"
"Don't let him hit me…"
"You don't have any options. You're under martial law and we make
the rules. Start talking or he takes you out back."
"We work for Wally. He said we needed to do this house and
another one two houses down."
"That's the Pope house, Grover."
"Picked up two of them trying to get in there."
"You said 'Wally'. Wally Carson?"
"Yes. He said do here because of you and the evidence the kids
could give. The other house because the old man knew him."
"Seems we have the name of one of the bigger fish.
"We'll keep them quiet and secure, sir."
---
"So the only one who did any shooting was Amelia?"
"Yes, Sarah. She took out the tires on this side of the
'shouldn't be here' vehicles."
"'Shouldn't be here'?"
"She was awakened by the guy behind the stove dropping his tools
and falling against the stove when I hit him with Leah's bat. She
looked out and saw vehicles she didn't recognize so she disabled
them. Quick thinking and very effective. Had any of them gotten
away from the patrols, they would have been on foot."
"I did good, Uncle Jack?"
"Yes. Very good."
"Can I get some lap time?"
"Need to wind down after scary stuff?"
"Un huh."
"Come with me."
"OK."
"Will shoulder time in bed work?"
"Even better!"
"Come snuggle."
"Put your finger in me?"
"No. As much hurt as you dealt with trying to get something else
inside, the only thing that goes in your front door during your
period is a tampon - and the same for three days after your
period. We'll explore how many days your body is affected before
and after but for now I'll say three days after."
"I know, you're taking care of me but I really want my body to do
the things I want."
"Sorry, but you must deal with the way your body works. I'd like
to be able to squirt in my girls sometimes but now that you can
be a mother I'm glad I can't because your body isn't ready for
that. What gave you giggles?"
"Me and Alicia were talking about my period and me having babies
and if I'd want you to father my children. I said 'yes' but that
you'd be in Daddy mode and say my body wasn't ready yet - and
that's what you said!"
"I think you might know how I love you and how much I love you."
"Un huh. So much it leaks out of our eyes. Kiss me goodnight,
Daddy."
"Goodnight, shortstuff."
---
Friday, 2 October, 6:10AM
My body is in the habit of waking at this time. That's not always
a positive but today I have beauty on my shoulder: Amelia has
that great smile.
"Good morning, Amelia."
"Good morning, Daddy. We always know when people are outside.
How'd they get by the motion thingies?"
"I have an idea, but I need to examine the vehicles out front."
"Can I go with you?"
"Are you able to go pee, get dressed and walk down the stairs?"
"Yes, you goof! May I go?"
"After you go pee and get dressed."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good morning, sir. Sorry we didn't see them before one got
inside."
"My surveillance system didn't see them either, which is why I'm
out examining their vehicles."
"I looked inside but all the labels look to be Chinese."
"Then I should dredge up something I learned a long time ago.
'Invisible heat' - I think that translates to 'infra-red'. The
joystick aims it. And the power settings go up to 5,000 watts.
Two emitters on the roof of each vehicle."
"The vehicle engines were running when we spotted them. We turned
the engines off after we collected all of them."
"The engines were running to provide power for these devices.
They overwhelmed the infra-red motion sensors with the high power
IR emitters on the vehicle roof. That level of IR might cause a
bloom in the image if you were watching the camera but the normal
motion sensing settings wouldn't see it as a problem - more like
someone turning on a light in a dark area. Someone knows entirely
too much about my defenses and I think I know who it might be."
"We have a mole, sir?"
"You probably do, but I think this was something one of our
visitors was behind. Back inside, Amelia."
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
"How'd they get by your surveillance, Jack?"
"Wally Carson."
"What?"
"The one I caught in the kitchen become very informative when one
of the Guard soldiers 'reminded' me that the Cougar was
soundproof if I wanted to do the interrogation there. Our visitor
said that Wally sent them to get you and me and to keep the kids
from testifying."
"That two-faced bastard! He shared just enough to look genuine
but was here long enough to get the layouts and identify the
surveillance equipment being used."
"We know he's linked to the larger picture because two of the
people the Guard detained had Chinese ID. All the gear in the
vehicles is labeled in Chinese and it's high power infra-red -
something that overloads the motion sensors and blinds the
cameras."
"You tell Tibbets?"
"I'd expect him as soon as he knows we're up…"
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
"Poppa, it's Major Tipple."
"Tibbets, Leah. Let him in."
"Yes, Poppa."
"Thank you, Leah. Jack, I'm sorry we didn't stop them. The
vehicles have proper markings and the papers they presented at
the perimeter were valid. Grover saw one light a cigarette and
got a squad moving. How'd they get past your security?"
"High tech gear in the vehicles. Powerful IR emitters with
joystick aiming. Sufficient power to overload the sensors and
cameras but the software sees a bloom like a light turned on in a
dark area and doesn't flag it as 'motion'. The equipment is all
labeled in Chinese."
"I have a mole?"
"Two that I'm aware of, but this is more likely linked to the
second PBI visitor we had."
"The Judge's friend?"
"Former acquaintance, now, Tom."
"How do you know, Jack?"
"The one I stopped in the house became very informative after
Grover 'reminded' me that the Cougar would be soundproof if I
wanted to interrogate someone there."
"Nothing like the proper incentive to encourage someone to talk.
Tell me about my moles."
"These are the two I can identify. If you have a couple of hours,
you can tell me if you recognize any of the people in some
incriminating pictures I received yesterday."
"Marissa?"
"Yes. She gets a 'Well done' for what she found and another one
for how she delivered the information to me."
"She said it was bad."
"'Bad' in all caps, red and underlined. If you have the time,
I'll set up a laptop upstairs and you can scan through the
images."
"Sergeant, for anyone less than the Colonel, tell them I'm not to
be disturbed."
"Sir."
---
"Mister Jack, is the soldier upstairs the one that did the DNA
stuff for Debbie?"
"Yes, Lisa. He's Major Tibbets."
"I need to thank him."
"Let's fix a cup of the Earl Grey tea that he likes and you take
it up to him."
"OK."
"Mr. Tibbets?"
"Yes?"
"I have a cup of tea for you."
"Come in. Thank you. You're Lisa?"
"Yes. And I want to thank you for getting Debbie back with
family."
"You're welcome. That was a very impressive hug."
"Me and Shannon and Debbie were together a lot and no one was
nice to us 'til we met Mister Jack and he loves us and takes good
care of us. You're nice like that, too."
"You don't know me…"
"Mister Jack trusts you. That's good enough for me."
"Jack trusts me?"
 "Un huh. Or you wouldn't be in the house with us kids unless
someone with a gun was watching you."
"Do you need some lap time?"
"Un huh. But I'll get your pretty coat all snotty."
"Not if I get a couple of towels. Head on my shoulder."
---
"Tom?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"You ready for a break?"
"Still enjoying one that started some time ago. Come on in."
"So that's where she disappeared to."
"She's a terrific kid. Brought me tea. Thanked me for getting
Debbie with family - and did it with a hug that would do a
gorilla proud. Looked like she was about to dissolve in tears so
I asked her if she needed lap time. And she was worried about
getting snot on my 'pretty coat'. No wonder you're 'point man'
24/7 - you have the most loving, caring children I've ever known.
Pete said you'd worked wonders with some of the kids and after
seeing Lisa in some of these images I have to wonder where you
hide your wings."
"Huh?"
"Lisa?"
"Mister Jack? And you're Mr. Tipple."
"It's Tibbets, Lisa. I think you've been listening to Leah."
"Sorry, Mr. Tibbets."
"As much as you and some of the other kids have been through,
Lisa, I'm OK if you don't get my name right. That hug you gave me
earlier counts much more than my name. You OK to get down now?"
"Un huh. You have a nice lap."
"Thank you, Lisa."
"Go wash your face and then see if Miss Sarah needs you to help
with lunch."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"Now I understand what you said about these kids calming and
focusing you. If I had her in my lap on a regular basis, I'd be
much more productive."
"And they're all beautiful when they're asleep on your shoulder."
"That, too. Back to less pleasant things. What do you want me to
do with the two moles you recognized?"
"If you can keep them contained, we might be able to feed bad
information up their chain of command."
"I think I can do that. I recognized some people and some of the
kids in these images. In a couple of them, I could identify the
place. Here's a list by image number. If I get my hands on some
of these bastards, I'll want to use your soundproof interrogation
space myself."
"I'd rather disable the bad guys and turn the girls loose on them
with bats."
"That helped your girls?"
"As long as it's limited. Just long enough for them to be in
control and get enough anger out to realize that not only do they
not want to be hurt but they don't want to be the person doing
the hurting, either."
"I guess Lisa, Shannon and Debbie could use that?"
"Also Sammy, if Dave Parker was still alive but I think he's too
gentle to hit anyone else. The other girls if they can get access
to someone who used them."
"I should talk to the Colonel. I saw one that I'm almost positive
is in his command. Image 719. Time for me to get back to my
command. I'm still a bit amazed at Lisa. All that happened to her
and she thanks me for what I did for Debbie."
"Some of the kids are bottomless wells of love - if you care for
them and let them overflow."
"Yes, Guru Wilson, master of child philosophy."
"I'll use one of Amelia's terms for me: 'you goof'."
"When someone has been around you and the girls long enough,
they'd understand the easy banter that happens between kids who
know they're loved and the people who love them. Keep up the good
work, Jack."
"As long as I can, Tom."
---
Friday, 2 October, 12:20PM
"Lunch, kids. Wash your hands. Big kids too, Jack."
"Yes, Miss Sarah."
"You're silly, Mister Jack."
"No, Shannon, I made you smile."
"Jack, is there a work-around for the kind of surveillance
defeating things we saw last night?"
"Yes, Joe. There are IR fire sensors that I did not mount because
I didn't see the need then. Now they'll be counter measures
sensors. We can get those up quickly. They just plug in to the
camera board. We can do that in five minutes per camera - plus
ladder time."
"So five minutes at the camera after ten minutes to get the
ladder in place and level?"
"That would be correct, Sarah."
"Fifteen minutes per camera times how many cameras?"
"Sixteen."
"Four hours, if you beat the rain that's to be here around 5PM."
"Can we help?"
"If you can carry tools and parts and open and close the gates
while I carry the ladder through."
"I can't work on the cameras?"
"I'll let each of you try to modify one camera, but they'll be
out of the spares stock. If you can do it correctly, I'll have
you making the changes while I replace the cameras that are now
installed with the modified versions. There are enough spares
that you might keep up with me as I take down the originals and
install the modifieds. There are some special tools and
instructions."
"I'm listening."
"Me, too."
---
"What's the bracelet with the string for?"
"Amelia, do you remember walking across the carpet in the winter
and then touching something and getting a shock?"
"Un huh. Sometimes I touch Celia's butt and she yells."
"That's static electricity and that shock can damage some types
of electronics. The 'bracelet and string' are a grounding strap
that I'll clip to the cold water pipe and it will prevent any
static electricity from building up on your body."
"Is the foil around these things part of the shock protection?"
"Yes, Alicia. The foil is a very thin metal and metal conducts
electricity. That keeps all parts of the device the same so no
electricity can build up. The grounding bracelet goes on you and
then the water pipe. You touch the foil package the camera is in
and the one the IR sensor is in. Then you open the packages. Yes,
these are little kid scissors without points because you're
cutting, not poking holes. Leave the camera on its foil. Open the
sensor package and place it on the camera foil. Like the solar
power connectors, there's only one way to put them together, so
line the connectors up and push them together. Use the marker to
put 'IR' on the camera and put the camera back in its foil bag.
Fold the bag and tape it closed."
"That's not hard."
"No, but there are a lot of steps and they must be done
correctly. Show me."
---
"My good helpers have four cameras ready. While I go install
these four, one of you can continue to assemble things here and
the other will be my gofer. The assembler and the gofer will
switch every four cameras."
"'Gofer', Poppa?"
"You'll go for tools and go for cameras and go for a drink of
water so whoever is with me will be my 'gofer'."
"You're silly!"
"I made you smile."
---
Friday, 2 October, 4:40PM
"Finished already, Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah. I have some of the best helpers ever,"
"I got to go up the ladder and change out a camera!"
"Me, too!"
"Up a ladder, Jack?"
"The eight foot step ladder, with me behind her so she couldn't
fall. All the other cameras are much higher."
"I saw Shannon's doubletake when you spoke to her through the
open window upstairs. She couldn't see you but you could see her
and the conversation was fun to listen to."
"On the other hand, I did wind up getting each girl up the ladder
to that point so they could see what I saw in the mirror."
"And you made sure that they remembered the ladder has the same
rule as the banister - only when you're there to catch them. On
the other hand, none of them can move the ladders."
"Yet. Another year or so and the older ones might manage the step
ladder."
"So what does this sensor do?"
"Amelia, I'll bring up the display on my tablet. See anything
new?"
"Red spots here and here."
"Do you remember what's at those places?"
"The burn barrels at those houses."
"So our neighbors are burning their garbage before the rain gets
here and it's too wet to burn?"
"We should do that too, shouldn't we?"
"Yes, we should."
"We can help?"
"I said 'we', but within limits."
"As usual."
"Because I'm usually taking care of my girls?"
'Un huh."
"Ask your mothers if there's anything else to be burned."
:OK."
"This is everything?"
"Un huh. Why are you pulling stuff out? I thought you wanted to
burn it."
"I do want to burn it, but I want ours to burn, not just smolder
and smoke like the one over there is doing."
"You gotta do trash right to burn it?"
"You need to leave some space between things so air can get
around them to help them burn. Did you ever see them loading
their burn barrel?"
"They use a stick to pack it down - then there's no space so it
doesn't burn good?"
"Correct, smart girl. We only have about half as much in our
barrel. I'll put the ash catcher on top of the barrel then you
two back up and I'll light it."
"There's lots of flames but not much smoke. This barrel has air
space around the stuff so it burns good?"
"Yes, and you've backed up from it because it's too hot to be
close to. Where are they?"
"Close to the barrel and still trying to put more stuff in it."
"Our fire is mostly gone."
"Now I dump the rest in the burn barrel and light it."
"It's going good again! And no smoke."
"Our fire is out again."
"Can you see where their fire is?"
"From the glow behind the holes in their barrel, maybe half way
down."
 "So who spent the most time burning trash?"
"We're done and they're only halfway through. Your way sounds
like more work but it only takes half as long."
"Maybe you should think about how things work and do them the way
that works best?"
"You're a good teacher, Poppa."
"You sure are, Uncle Jack."
"There's still a lot of smoke. Did you girls leave the fire
unattended?"
"No, Momma. Uncle Jack's way of filling the burn barrel works
twice as fast as their way - and it doesn't smoke."
"Is that right, Jack? There are a lot more of us so we must be
generating more trash."
"You want to explain, Amelia?"
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
---
"A nine year old girl is excited about burning trash, Sarah?"
"She's excited about learning, Mindy, especially learning a
better way of doing something - even burning trash."
"As I think we've commented before, having the right teacher
makes a difference - regardless of subject."
"You have all the food and consumables in that spreadsheet now,
Mindy?"
"Yes. As you can see from the 'number of meals per day' and
'number of days' columns, we're OK on quantities but variety will
be lacking."
 "We should ask our 'potatoes and eyeballs' chef about variety."
"True."
---
"Jack, we have food for a long while but not variety. You have
any more 'potatoes and eyeballs' ideas?"
"Try this 'Boring Meals Made Better' book from one of the spice
and seasoning companies."
"It has spices I've never heard of."
"I have them. An assortment is in the box at the top of the
pantry."
"There must be 30 bottles here! How many bottles of spice do you
have put back, Jack?"
"Not bottles. Cases. How many depends on the type of spice. Also
salt."
"And how much Tabasco?"
"Not just Tabasco. These are some other sauces that are better
with certain foods. Plus tomato sauce. Bread, cheese and tomato
sauce are basic pizza and kids consider it a treat unless they're
forced to eat it three times a day."
"Mine would be in the third or fourth day before they
complained."
"As would mine."
"See if there's anything in the book that will work for ten kids.
On the positive side, while they do have favorites they're not
picky eaters."
"Jack, is this book some kind of joke? Peanut butter on fish?"
"No joke, Sarah. The kids may need some encouragement to try it,
but that was also true of orange cashew oatmeal."
"Sarah, look at the contributor."
"What, Mindy?"
"C. J. Wilson contributed the recipe."
"One of yours, Jack?"
"The 'J. Wilson' part does fit."
"The index has a list by contributor. We'll use the fishy peanut
butter and a couple of others for supper. Our resident chef
should be on hand to give us lessons."
"Look at the icons."
"Ages 8 and up. What are you grinning about, Jack?"
"You should ask Lisa to cook. When she was with me at the
apartment and I said 'pancakes', she started by reading the
instructions on the box. I just got out things she needed:
measuring cups and the like. She might need a little help
adjusting the recipe quantities."
"We do have more than 'serves four' will work for."
"Check the notes in the back about how to change spice amounts
when adjusting the recipes."
"Yes, teacher."
---
"I get to cook for everybody, Miss Sarah?"
"Yes. We'll help you adjust the quantities because the recipe is
for four people…"
"We need four times that to allow for seconds."
"I'm not sure how much help you'll need, other than things at the
stove. Just ask."
"Aunt Chris let me cook when me and Sammy were there and I
learned a lot from her. She even had a chart for adjusting spices
'cause they don't work like flour or sugar. You got the same
book. It's got some yummy stuff in it! The green potatoes and the
blue carrots and…"
"Green potatoes?"
"For Saint Patrick's Day."
"Blue carrots?"
"For when there's a blue moon."
"Sarah, care to guess whose recipes those are?"
"I think I know. Let's cook, Lisa."
---
Friday, 2 October, 7:10PM
"Supper's hot. Everyone wash hands and come eat."
"Thank you, ladies. It looks interesting."
"Don't thank us, Dad. Lisa did most of the prep work, with us
moving big containers and doing some things at the stove."
"Thank you, Lisa. What did you fix us?"
"Something my Aunt Chris helped me fix for me and Sammy one time.
I think Sammy remembers it."
"Yes, Lisa. It was good."
"I won't name it until you've tried it 'cause that was what Aunt
Chris did."
"I know Lisa can follow a recipe so I'll try each of these."
"You know what they are, Mister Jack?"
"Did you read who contributed the recipes, Lisa?"
"C. J. Wilson. J. Wilson is you! Now I know why they're so good!"
"More of Uncle Jack's stuff? Here's my plate!"
"Me!
"Me!"
"Girls! There's enough for all of us and maybe a little extra. I
see Lisa nodding her head about 'extra'. A small serving until
you decide whether you like it. Seconds if you do."
"Good!"
"Yummy!"
"Good job, Lisa."
"Thank you, Mister Jack."
---
"Variety is handled, Jack. A couple of those recipes a week will
cover 'boring' for several days. What about county water and
power?"
"Mindy, we're fortunate with the amounts of water and power that
we have. Some of the things we talked about earlier will
certainly cause things to go downhill until many people in
positions of leadership and authority are replaced. You should
realize that some of the people are in business and industry and
those things will slow or stop while new management is put in
place. Will the CDC and the pharmaceutical industry also be
affected? How will that affect production and distribution of the
vaccine? Will fuel continue to be refined? Will oil and other
goods continue to come by ship or will this country be
quarantined by the rest of the world? Most of the kids' clothes
you purchased were made elsewhere. Will there be more when these
are outgrown? The younger girls will get some hand-me-downs but
what about the older girls and Sammy? Since we've talked about
food, will we be able to get more LP next year for cooking - and
heating?"
"Stop! I can't handle any more!"
"All these things won't hit us at once, but I think some of them
are in our near future and we need to plan for others."
"Sarah?"
"Yes, Dad?"
"Your grandmother's treadle sewing machine is in the attic. I'm
sure Jack can do any oil and adjust it needs. We could buy fabric
and patterns and needles and thread and buttons and zippers and
whatever else you might need to make clothes for the kids and the
adults. Those things probably haven't been bought out."
"I'll make a list. I'll explore the patterns when we buy fabric.
They usually list all the notions needed to complete a garment.
That will likely give me other ideas of things to buy. Just from
thinking about it, belts, buckles, backing, eyelets…"
---
"Uncle Jack?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"Can you help me with something upstairs?"
"Yes."
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"I see tears. Do you need a lap and a shoulder and time to think
what you need versus what you want?"
"I'll take a lap and shoulder but I just want to be snuggled up
with you tonight."
"Still scared and still wound tight from shooting during the
night?"
"Un huh."
"And you haven't let any of those tears out."
"I can't. I tried on my pillow and with my bear and on your
pillow that smells like you and… and…"
"Shh. I understand. I'll work something out for you."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, Amelia.
"Sarah, Amelia is still wound up from shooting during the night.
She wants my shoulder for the night but she might unwind faster
if she doesn't feel she has to be quiet so she won't scare the
others."
"'I'm nine and I should take responsibility for nine other
kids'?"
"That's what I see."
"Do what she needs, Jack. Any 'not fair' will get answered with
'Were you awake and shooting at the bad guys?' which will get
'sorry' from some and probably 'teach me how' from others. Are
you sure you didn't pay them to stage this in support of arming
the girls? Calm down, Jack. You'd die before you'd put one of
your kids through what Amelia's been through today. She lost one
Daddy but she found another one the same day. Go take care of
your daughter."
"Amelia, pack for overnight."
"What'll you tell the others?"
"Your mother said to take care of you and she'll tell the others.
Any 'not fair' will be answered with 'Were you awake and shooting
this morning?' Think that might work?"
 "Momma's gonna be tough on them,"
"Remember the other things we've talked about?"
"Some of the other things are gonna be tough on all of us."
"Yes, smart girl. Out the door. Our guards are waiting."
"To the apartment, sir?"
"Yes, Corporal. I don't know when we'll return. Amelia's still
wound up from an intruder and shooting out tires in the wee hours
of the morning and it make take her some time to wind down."
"I saw the bullet holes and wondered who was shooting. You did
well, Amelia. The bullets were in the same place on each tire.
That's very accurate shooting."
"I'd rather not hafta be shooting."
"So would we."
---
Friday, 2 October, 9:20PM
"Upstairs, Amelia."
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
"Backpack off and I have a lap and shoulder for you."
Shaking. Sobbing but no tears coming out. Poor baby, she is wound
up. Wish she'd said something this morning - she's been holding
this in for 18 hours. Rub her back. Kiss her hair. Hug her tight
so she feels safe. Hiccups? Not again. Get my
soon-to-be-exhausted little girl to the throne room. On her
knees. My arm around her and her hair pulled back. I felt her
whole body move with that heave. Looks like some came out her
nose. That will burn. Netty pot? I think so. One more thing to
teach her about how her body works. Still heaving but I think her
body is trying to pump an empty tank. Those have to hurt. If
nothing else she'll be too tired and in too much physical pain to
hold on to her 'guard mode' much longer.
"Daddy, it burns!"
"I know, sweetie. Remember what we did before?"
"Un huh."
"We'll do that plus something for the stuff that came out your
nose."
"Make the burn stop!"
"Swish and spit."
"OK."
"Gargle and spit."
"OK."
"Little drink for the burn in your throat."
"OK."
"Lean against the tub and I'll use a bucket to flush so it won't
smell quite so bad in here."
"OK."
"This is new. It washes any stuff and the smell out of your nose.
I'll show you how to use it."
"Yuck!"
"Does everything smell like puke?"
"Un huh."
"This will help."
"OK. I'll do it."
"Better?"
"Un huh, but my mouth tastes really bad."
"Time to brush and floss."
"Do I hafta?"
"Do you want that taste all night?"
"I'll do it. Help me up? My tummy hurts when I move."
"As much as you were heaving, I'm not surprised your tummy hurts.
Brush is ready."
"OK."
"Peppermint flosser."
"At least it tastes better."
"Rinse again."
"OK."
"Now some mouthwash,"
"Does it burn like what Momma uses?"
"No burn. Swish and gargle."
"Tastes better."
"Rinse again."
"My shirt smells bad."
"We can fix that. Shoes off, jeans off, shirt off. Wash your
chest with cold water. And dry and a hug. Jammies you wore before
are still here. Still need a lap?"
"And maybe a towel on your shoulder."
"Then let's go get those tears out."
---
I'll be washing her face again - thoroughly. She's upset but not
to hiccups again. Your long list of people you wish had been
where the tires were. I'm sure you would have been just as
accurate in leaving holes in their knees so they couldn't get
away. She's slowing down.
"Am I too messy for a kiss?"
"No. But you might feel better and feel the kiss without the
mask."
"Don't waste a kiss. Wash my face."
"I think you're feeling better."
"I always do when I have enough time with you."
"Maybe if you ask sooner you won't be hurting so long?"
"I didn't want to be a bother."
"You are never a bother. You might interrupt something else or
you might have to wait just a little - but not all day - and you
will always get the love you need."
"This is day two since my period. Will you try making love with
me again?"
"What if I explore and see how sensitive you are where before we
try that? If your clit is still too tender to touch, nothing will
get in your front door."
"Give me an orgasm where you don't put it in me?"
"First let me explore my favorite Amelia's pretty body."
"I starting to tingle and you haven't touched my skin!"
"Is this part of what you want tonight?"
"Yes, Daddy. You're the best lover ever. And my lover is the best
Daddy ever."
"Are you trying to give me tingles with your words?"
"I did?"
"Yes. Little tingles. Very nice, shortstuff."
"So I'm a part of making love, too?"
"Yes. You are pleasing your partner."
"We could do a lot of tingles with words, couldn't we?"
"I remember some girl telling me about having a little orgasm
from my words."
"That was me, Uncle Jack! Just thinking about it again gives me
little tingles."
"So words can do a lot?"
"Un huh!"
"Are you tingly enough for me to explore your sensitive places?"
"I think so. Just be slow and gentle like you always are."
"Rub your puffy part."
"Nice tingles."
"Rub your nipple."
"Strong tingles!"
"Squeeze your nipple."
"Ow! Not as bad as before but my body isn't back to where it
started."
"My three day limit may be valid?"
"Yes, loving, caring Daddy. I'm glad you take care of me."
"I like some of the nicer parts but maybe not all of it."
"What don't you like?"
"Washing vomit out of your hair. Watching you heave so hard that
it leaves you sore."
"I don't like those either but I know you love me bunches when
you're willing to wash the vomit out of my hair."
"So you think I might like you a little bit?"
"About this much if my body would work. Try a finger and some KY
and see if it can get in?"
"Maybe I should explore some more and get this pretty little body
naked to see what works and what doesn't?"
"I like it when you explore."
"I'll start exploring with you in my lap in the chair. If you get
cold without jammies, tell me and we'll move to the bed. Top
unbuttoned. Rub both puffies."
"Tingles."
"Very light touch on both nipples."
"More tingles."
"Lick and kiss this nipple."
"Stronger!"
"Same for her sister."
"Even stronger."
"Down inside underwear and rub this pretty little butt."
"Almost a burn!"
"Turn you and go down in front and touch your clit."
"Ow! Still tender."
"KY on middle and try to get inside."
"Feels a lot bigger than before. Really strong tingles."
"The 'lot bigger' could be that your vaginal tissues are swollen
from the hormone changes of your period or your body is retaining
water which can make a lot of things swell. Any swelling leaves
less room for things to get in. If my finger feels 'big', think
how small that space is today."
"You might not fit if it didn't hurt."
"Correct, smart girl. Let me explore a little more with my
finger."
"Touch it again! But gentle. It burned when you touched it."
"I'll be gentle but I don't think you want burning inside for
long. Little touch."
"Little burn. No too bad. Do it again."
"Little bit harder touch."
"Burns. Very strong tingle but I think I'd be in tears before I
got to an orgasm. Thank you for exploring and helping me learn
about my body."
"You're welcome, sweet girl. I enjoy having a beautiful girl who
wants me to teach her."
"Can we do the orgasm with my underwear on?"
"You need the orgasm or just the skin-to-skin contact?"
"I can snuggle naked and you just hug me and rub my back?"
"Whatever pleases my partner."
"What would please me would be bouncing up and down with you in
my pussy but snuggling naked and getting a hug and a back rub is
something I can do."
"Then we shall do what Her Highness, Princess Amelia, can do."
"You make so much stuff fun! And you love me however I need to be
loved. Even washing vomit out of my hair. I love you, best Daddy
ever."
"I might like you a little bit."
"I can feel how little between my legs but it's just more of you
to snuggle with because you love me so much that you'll let me do
that!"
"You're getting more tingles as we talk?"
"Yes!"
"Take the back rub down a little and rub this pretty butt."
"Stronger tingles!'
"Squeeze this pretty butt."
"Starting to burn."
"Butt rub and squeeze."
"Burning more!"
"Butt rub and hump my dick against your pussy lips."
"Nipples burning!"
"Butt rub and squeeze and hump my dick against your pussy lips."
"Seeing stars! Exploding! Nipples burn! So good!"
"Just the butt rub and squeeze."
"Tingles and just a little burn. Tired. Feel so loved."
"Just the butt rub."
"Little tingles. Nipples tingle. Nice tingle."
"Just the back rub."
"Nice. Floating. Feel loved. Kiss me goodnight?"
"Goodnight, daughter."
"Goodnight, Daddy."
---
Friday, 2 October, 11:05PM
I can't believe it's this early and she's calm and asleep. Maybe
no bad dreams tonight. Do some work? No. I need a break and she
needs to be held. The smile is coming back. Maybe all the way
back by morning?
---
Saturday, 3 October, 2:40AM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
Motion? No. IR sensor. Empty house next to Mindy's is on fire?
Video shows odd patches of fire on roof. Wake Amelia? Yes, as
much as I hate to this may be an 'escape' event. Text to Sarah,
Mindy, Joe and Tibbets.
'House next to Mindy has fires on the roof. Not normal - might be
drones. Be there in five minutes. Bringing Amelia. May need big
ugly truck. Need all 12 volt water pumps and hoses. Get all
shotguns and shells out.'
"Amelia?"
"Hi, Daddy. It's dark and I'm sleepy. Why'd you wake me?"
"There's fire on the roof of the house next to Mindy. We'll be
fighting the fire with water from the pool - as long as the
batteries last. Need for you and Alicia to get the charger
connected and running as soon as we get there. Did you ever shoot
a shotgun?"
"Grandpa Joe called it skeeter shooting or something. I got seven
out of ten."
"I'll have a shotgun for you also."
"You're scaring me, Daddy."
"Sorry, sweetie, but without water the fire trucks can't help us.
We run hoses and use pool water to try to keep the fire away from
Mindy's house. Need you up and dressed to help."
"The shotgun?"
"I think the bad guys decided that they can't get in easily so
they sent drones to start fires and kill us or at least burn us
out. If you can shoot skeet, you can probably bring down drones.
Just remember that we want them away from the houses."
"Yes, Daddy."
"That you, Jack?"
"Yes, Joe. Amelia is with me."
Boom! Boom!
"Shooting skeet, Jack?"
"With drones, Joe. Trying to drop them in the street. Mindy has
shotguns and shells out for you and Amelia. Hopefully the kids
have hoses run. We'll try to keep the fire away from Mindy's
house. Don't know if we'll have enough volume or pressure to do
anything outside the fence."
"Get out the gen for the pool pump, Jack. There's a 100 PSI hose
connection for washing down the pool area and about 150 feet of
one inch hose."
Boom! Boom!
"I tasked Amelia and Alicia with getting the charger going for
what we can do with the 12 volt pumps. They might be all we need
inside the yard. You and I can get the diesel gen going for the
pool pump. That should work for containing the fire next door.
Don't know that we'll do much more than prevent Mindy's house
from burning. That house is the mirror image of Mindy's. I'm
guessing someone is looking at a backward image to guide the
drones. Right now I'm thankful for someone being stupid."
"Mindy, hoses to the pool and the 12 volt pumps here. Hoses from
the pumps to this side of the house. I heard the charger start.
Amelia needs a 410 or maybe 20 gauge shotgun. She'll be skeet
shooting at the drones."
---
"The drones are the moving lights, Uncle Jack?"
"Yes, Amelia. Probably harder targets than before because they're
not as visible but possibly easier because we know which way
they're moving."
"And just keep shooting them?"
"As long as they keep coming toward any house around us."
Boom! Boom!
And we have the percussion for our version of the 1812 Overture.
"Sir, what are you shooting at?"
"Drones that are landing on the roof and starting fires,
Corporal. Unlimited targets at this skeet shoot."
Boom! Boom!
"Haven't done that in a while but I was a decent shot when I was
in high school."
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
"You need us for the fire, sir?"
"Grab this hose, Grover. When I start the gen, play water on the
bright spots on that roof. Give me a minute here and the rest of
you can be manning hoses inside the yard as needed."
"Sir."
Boom! Boom!
Someone has a large stock of these and very deep pockets to have
gotten that stock. A helo? Yes. The one with FLIR. Thank you Joe
for teaching Amelia well. She's not firing in the direction of
the helo even if a drone gets by her. That's good work but I
think she'll need more comforting. This time immediately. The
helo is following the drones back to their origin. Probably won't
end well for the originators.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
And the line is getting shorter,
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
And now there's a lot of burning plastic in the street. Still
playing water on the roof next door. Guess the girls won't be
swimming again soon. Better than not having a place to live. I
see the Major's vehicle.
"You out here, Jack?"
"Around back, Tom."
"How'd you know?"
"Added IR sensors to the cameras yesterday. The original design
was for a fire sensor to alert you to a problem but I installed
them as a warning of the high IR levels a jammer would use. They
served their original purpose this time."
"You've been skeet shooting?"
"Someone kept pulling targets and we kept shooting. We may never
get an exact count of the number downed as there is a forest of
parts in the street."
"I see you're armed again, Amelia. Did you get any?"
"Six. Two got by 'cause I couldn't shoot when the helo was behind
them."
"Very good. I can tell that your Grandpa Joe taught you well.
Jack, I'd like a debrief when you can."
"After I get Amelia calmed down. It was less than four hours ago
that I got her calmed from the previous shooting. This time she
gets immediate attention. You found the origin of the drones?"
"And one of the originators who started running when he heard the
helo. The very nice coach wasn't fast enough either and we have
two from it and a couple of kids who probably need your magic."
"Amelia?"
"Yes, Uncle Jack?"
"Go find Lisa, Shannon and Debbie. Tell them I need them dressed.
There's a couple of kids that they may know who need help. They
need to come where I am and we'll get them with those kids. They
need to bring a backpack with clothes for them and one other."
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
"And we'll work on this shooting time as soon as I can."
"I know. Your hug tells me a lot."
"She seems calm."
"You haven't touched her. She's like a board. It'll probably be
an hour or more of lap time before she unwinds enough for tears.
I'll take Amelia, Lisa, Shannon, Debbie and the new kids to my
apartment. Perhaps only two of the last three if they pair off.
They need some privacy and perhaps having one adult that the
other kids trust in the background. There are bunks and a trundle
in the second bedroom so room for two kids to hug on each bed and
I'm guessing they'll need that. There are first aid supplies if
they'll let me help them. And I'll have hot chocolate."
---
"Hannah?"
"Debbie? How'd you get here?"
"I'm with my Aunt Sarah now. We're not the only ones who see
color. Aunt Sarah does and my cousins Amelia and Celia and
Paige."
"Who's he? Don't let him hurt me!"
"He's my Uncle Jack. He won't hurt you. Look at his colors."
"Blue. With purple edges. Is he real?"
'Squeeze my hand, Hannah."
"You are real! But I never saw colors like that before!"
"Neither has Aunt Sarah or my cousins. We'll go stay with Uncle
Jack tonight so we don't upset the other kids."
"Other kids?"
"There's me and Shannon and Lisa and my cousins and their friends
and Lisa's brother."
"Lisa?"
"Madeline? It's Debbie. Lisa's here if you want her."
"Hi, Madeline of the story book."
"It is you, Lisa. You look so different."
"I have a new family. We'll stay with Mister Jack tonight so we
won't upset the other kids."
"Debbie said other kids. You and Debbie and Shannon are
together?"
"Us and our new families."
"Who's he?"
"Debbie's Uncle Jack. He's nice."
"He doesn't hurt kids?"
"No. He takes good care of us. He got Sammy back with me."
"He got you brother back? How?"
"Debbie's Grandpa is a Judge. He and Mister Jack worked it out.
They helped me get my name back - I'm Lisa Lewis again."
"They are nice. We're staying with him? What we gotta do to get
food or a bed?"
"If you're hungry, he'll feed you - and he's a great cook. If
you're tired he has a bed for you. If you need a lap, he does
good snuggles."
"No sex?"
"Not that he'll ask for. You might find that being around him
makes you horny because he's such a hunk. He'll know what you
want 'cause he reads us so good. Listen when he talks to you."
"He doesn't hit?"
"No. Think for a minute, Madeline. Would me or Debbie be happy if
we were being hit?"
"No."
"Did you tell me I looked different?"
"Yes."
"What's different?"
"You're always smiling."
"So maybe I'm not being hit, I'm not being fucked until I bleed
and I am being fed?"
"OK. I'll go."
"What about Shannon?"
"I think she's already asleep in Miss Sarah's lap."
"Someone who acts like a mother?"
"Two someone's. Miss Sarah and Miss Mindy. You'll learn more
after you sleep a while. It's the middle of the night."
"Amelia, when we get to the apartment, would you fill the tea
kettle and light the burner and get out the hot chocolate mix?"
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
"Thank you, sweetie."
"He always treats you like this?"
"That's why we love him so much."
"Lisa, Debbie. Who do you have with you?"
"Uncle Jack, this is Hannah. She sees colors like I do. Can she
get time with Aunt Sarah to talk about that?"
"She can talk with your Aunt Sarah when we go back to the house,
Debbie. Hannah, I'm Debbie's Uncle Jack. Some of the kids who
aren't family call me Mister Jack. If you'd rather, you can call
me Mr. Wilson like you'd do a school teacher."
"You're blue. With purple edges. I wanna call you Uncle Jack."
"That's fine. Would you like some hot chocolate and a homemade
scone with raspberry jam?"
"What do I gotta do for it?"
"Say 'please' and 'thank you'."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
"Mister Jack, this is Madeline. We were used together a lot so
you know how scared she is."
"Yes, Lisa. I know. We've talked about what happened to you and
the others several times."
"Madeline, would you rather call me Mister Jack or Mr. Wilson?"
"I get choices?"
"Madeline, I told you he was nice."
"Yes, Madeline. You get choices. Debbie and Hannah look like
they'd like to snuggle and talk when they go to bed, so that
leaves the bunks for you and Lisa. You can snuggle on one or each
of you can have her own bed. You two work out who gets top bunk
and bottom bunk."
"Madeline should be on the bottom bunk, Mister Jack. I don't
think she feels like climbing up to the top."
"Thank you, Lisa. If Hannah or Madeline wants a shower, we have
limited shower ability. Debbie can show Hannah and Lisa can show
Madeline."
"What do we wear?"
"Debbie brought extra clothes with her and they should be OK for
Hannah. Lisa's extra clothes are in those boxes while we get the
new bedroom done at Miss Sarah's house. There should be something
for Madeline there."
'What about where we're bleeding, Lisa?'
'Madeline, you'll have to trust Mister Jack. He has all kinds of
first aid stuff but you have to tell him and you have to ask him
to help you. If you just tell him, he'll give you the stuff and I
don't know how to use it.'
'He'll do that?'
'He'll even wash your hair and do your shower if you ask, but you
hafta ask. He's very gentle. You want me to ask him to give me a
shower and you can see? Will Hannah want a shower too?'
'And something for the bleeding.'
"Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Madeline and Hannah need showers and some first aid stuff. Will
you take care of them?"
"Lisa, you know I don't work that way. It must be their choice
and they must ask me."
"Will you give me a shower and show them how you do it?"
"Is this something you want to do, Lisa?"
"Yes, Mister Jack. I want to help them but they need to trust you
so you can help them."
"You'd let him wash you, Debbie?"
"Yes, Hannah. Uncle Jack, can you wash me too?"
"Are you sure, Debbie?"
"Yes. Like Lisa said. They need help and can only get what they
need if they trust you so I want to show Hannah that I trust
you."
"Amelia, can you help with the hot water?"
"Kettle is full and the burner is on Uncle Jack. I can't lift the
pails on the stove."
"I'll be right there."
"The burners under the pails also on high?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for helping. I'm sorry I can't do more than hugs as I
go by."
"I understand. They need you more than I do right now and I will
get time with you."
"I love you, sweet girl."
"I know."
'Lisa, he really doesn't do anything but wash you?'
'Really. He sounds like a soldier when he tells you what to do
but he's trying to help you get washed and rinsed with just a
little bag of water. If you play or dawdle, you wind up with a
cold water rinse.'
'The cold water isn't being mean?'
'No, just teaching a lesson. The first one of us that tried the
shower bag was his niece Amelia - she didn't fill the bag all the
way up and when it ran out, her legs and feet got a cold water
rinse. Now she's real good about being sure the bags are to the
'Fill' line.'
"Did I miss something with all these guilty looks?"
"They don't believe you're real, Uncle Jack."
"Hannah, take this hand. Now the other hand. Do they feel real?"
"Un huh."
"Put my fingers right here."
"OK."
"Is the tickle real?"
"Yes, but stop! I gotta pee and it's gonna hurt when I do."
"Did Debbie tell you that I have first aid supplies for kids that
get hurt?"
"Un huh, but it'll hurt to be touched."
"You pee. Bite on this tongue depressor. Better now except for
the burn?"
"Un huh."
"You need to be washed before I put medication on you. You want
Debbie to go first so you can see how I do it?"
"Un huh."
"Water's hot, Uncle Jack."
"Hot?"
"Hannah, we mix hot water with the cold water in the bucket to
get warm water for a shower. I'll mix two bags. One for Debbie
and one for you."
"I'm undressed and in the shower, Uncle Jack."
"And I have a bag for you. What does the pink tell you?"
"That it's warm enough to use."
"Hair wash position. Close your eyes. Breathe through your
mouth."
---
"Rinse is done. Squeeze the water off. Face. Arms. Chest. Back.
Legs. And your towel."
"Help me dry?"
"How much help?"
"The places I can't reach."
"Most of your back?"
"And maybe a little lower?"
"Are you trying to get me to rub your butt?"
"You're the resident hunk."
"And you are way too horny for a seven year old at four in the
morning. Jammies can wait. Stay here to help Hannah if she
decides she'd rather have you wash her."
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
"Hannah?"
"I want you to wash me."
"OK. Remember the hair wash position?"
"I'm there."
---
"Squeeze the water off."
"Do it slow. You touch me so gentle."
"Like this?"
"Un huh."
"You're done. Towel around you."
"Help me dry?"
"Where do you need help?"
"Back."
"OK."
"Lower."
"Are you another horny seven year old looking for a butt rub at
four in the morning?"
"Un huh. You're nice. And gentle. And I think it would feel
really good."
"Not at four in the morning. You need to talk with Miss Sarah
about what you ask for and who you ask."
"Jammies for Debbie. Hannah needs some medication where it burns
and then jammies and brush and floss."
"It'll hurt?"
"It'll hurt when I spread your lips to see what treatment you
need and where. It'll hurt when I put it on. Then it will feel
better because there's some numbing medication in the cream I
use."
"Ow!"
"Remember what I said?"
"Yes. Ow! Ow! It's a little better."
"Jammies, Hannah. Then brush and floss."
"Come kiss us goodnight when we're in bed?"
"Debbie, I'll come ask if anyone wants a goodnight kiss after
you're in bed."
"Goody!"
"We're in bed, Uncle Jack."
"Pucker up if you want a goodnight kiss."
"Debbie?"
"I'm puckered."
"Hannah?"
"I don't hafta?"
"No, you don't hafta. It's your choice."
"I like having choices. Bug pucker."
"You don't want Lisa to go first, Madeline?"
"I know how you'll take care of me. I saw how you did Hannah's
'owie'. You touched her like my Momma touched me. And you told
her what would hurt."
"I think kids should know what's going to happen - good and bad."
"Could you teach me about sex? There must be something good if
all those men keep wanting to use us."
"First, I think you need some lap time and a shoulder to cry on.
You won't get my shirt snotty - I have a towel."
"Did I cry like that, Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Lisa. And you did what she's about to do. Lift the seat on
the toilet."
"That looks like it hurts."
"It does. You told me your tummy was sore. And it burns in your
throat and in your mouth. And it tastes bad. And she has vomit in
her hair."
"You washed mine."
"And I'll wash Madeline if she can stand up long enough."
"Mister Jack?"
"Hi, Madeline."
"I'm s-s-sorry! I'm s-s-sorry! Pl-Pl-Please d-d-don't hit me!"
"Madeline. Look at me."
"Yes, M-M-Mister J-J-Jack?"
"Do I look mad?"
"No."
"Did I say anything about my shirt?"
"No, b-b-but…"
"Did I know you were puking?"
"Yes."
"So I don't care about the vomit on my shirt?'
"Y-Y-You d-d-don't?"
"No. I don't. I care about this girl who's been hurt and needs
care. My shirt goes in the dirty clothes pail and your clothes
also go there. Undress."
"You're not gonna yank them off me?"
"No, but you need to undress if you want a shower."
"You're weird."
"No, I'm just not like most if the men you've been around."
"And I've been around a bunch of them."
"And I think that's something you need to talk about after
breakfast. Hair wash position."
---
"Squeeze the water off."
"Do it slow? I've never had a gentle man touch me before. It's
different. A good different."
"Help me dry?"
"Where?"
"Back."
"OK."
"Lower?"
"A horny nine year old in the middle of the night? Jammies, brush
and floss."
"Do medicine on me, Mister Jack?"
"Where?"
"Here. And here."
"On your back on the towel. This will hurt when I spread your
lips and when I check out the tender places and when I put the
cream on."
"I know. I watched when you took care of Hannah. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Getting better."
"On your stomach. Shoulders down, butt up. This will hurt when
you're touched."
"It always does but you're the only one ever told me. Ow! Ow!
Getting better."
"Jammies, brush and floss."
"Kiss us goodnight, Mister Jack?"
"I'll ask if anyone wants a goodnight kiss after you're in bed."
"We're in bed."
"Pucker up if you want a goodnight kiss."
"Lisa?"
"Always!"
"Madeline?"
"I don't hafta?"
"No, you don't 'hafta'. It's your choice."
"I like choices. Big pucker."
"Amelia?"
"Hold me, Daddy. What happened to them is so scary even if they
didn't say anything about what it was. Maybe more scary because
they're afraid to say anything. They never had choices - like
Alicia."
 "You need lap and shoulder time to unwind?"
"Un huh."
"Back in your jammies. It's very late for a little girl who's
been very upset about a lot of things and then wakened in the
middle of the night to go shooting."
"But being with you makes it better."
"Jammies and then my lap."
"Yes, Daddy."
'Lisa, she's calling him 'Daddy'. Does he make you do that?'
'No. We all do that when we're scared 'cause he treats us like a
Daddy would. He's there. He holds us. He cleans us up if we puke
- like he did you. He gives good snuggles to make you feel safe.
All the things you ever thought a Daddy should be - he is.'
'He doesn't make you fuck or suck or…'
'Nothing. I tried to get him to fuck me twice and he made me sit
and talk about it. Both times what I needed was Daddy time where
he just held me and we talked and I snuggled. I'd be naked and in
his bed in a second if he asked me, but he doesn't do that.'
'He's a hunk and he's nice and he treats you like a person. Is he
real'
'Did Hannah giggle when he tickled her?'
'I guess he's real.'
"You're all cried out, sweetie?"
"Yes, Daddy. I didn't hold it in as long this time and it was
easier to let it go with you holding me."
"Remember to ask before it gets so bad you can't let it go."
"I will. My face feels yucky."
"Maybe if I washed it?"
"Un huh. And then you'll kiss it?"
"Just a goodnight kiss. At 5:20AM. No school schedule for me or
the rest of this group today."
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