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PLEASE READ: This story is FICTION and only FICTION it is not real. Nothing in this story is real, guys IT AIN'T REAL. Do not do anything you read in this story, It is FICTION. If you are too young or too stupid to understand that then JUST STOP READING AND JUST GO AWAY.
One more time: If you do not appreciate fantasy sex stories involving sex with underage children, or if you are under 18 or if this is illegal in your town, city, state, our country: move on gentle reader...move on.
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"Take Two" - Mg, Ped, RP, Time-Travel, nc, bg, rp
by Mortis
Chapter 1 - Thursday July 1, 2005
"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who remain neutral in times of moral crisis" - Dante
Mark Silver unlocked his apartment door at Lefrack City in the borough of Queens, New York. He spent the last 12 at his office and was just plain tired. Arriving at his apartment he watched the nightly news and ate his dinner.
Looking out of the window he saw how little things had changed in 36 years. Mark had spent his life in Corona, Queens. His old elementary schools, Public School 206 and Intermediate School 61 were short walking distances away. Even his High school, Newton HS, was just a bus ride away.
He turned his computer on and waited for it to load. He accessed his directory with kiddy porn and thought, ""So what do we jerk off to tonight," he thought. Having collected kiddy porn since the start of the internet he had an immense collection. "Hmmm…do we do Vicky, Tove, Sucky, Vanessa.…No let's go with Young_Babyj.mpg." With a click of the mouse the video began. Mark grabbed some Kleenex he wrapped it around his erection and watched his monitor as the large penis penetrated the 6 year old on the screen.
He jerked-off in time to the movie. He wished he was fucking that child on his monitor. Mark reached his orgasm and came and came into the tissue. At that moment something heavy seemed to slam against his chest, crushing the breath out of him.
Marks' head hit the keyboard breaking his glasses. His eyes focused on the display in front of him showing a new scene of the mans dick pushing into the childs cunt. "I'm dying," he thought, "with kiddy porn on my computer and with tissue around my cock. I'm dying, for Christ's sake; shouldn't my final thoughts be of something more deeper, more philosophical? Or maybe a fast speed replay of the highlights of my life."
Mark struggled for breath. He felt as though he was drowning as the expanded seconds passed: the awful pressure, the hopeless struggle for breath, the sticky wetness that soaked his body as salt sweat streamed down his forehead and stung his eyes.
Drowning. Dying. No, shit, no that was an unreal word, applicable to flowers or pets or other people. Old people, sick people. Unlucky people.
His eyes saw the clock on his computer LCD desktop as Windows Media Player continued to show the relentless fucking, or was it raping, of this little girl fuck-toy.
"Please God, I don't want to die," he thought. He focused on his desktop clock. 9:40 July 01, 2005.
And then there was nothing more to see or think about because the process of thought had stopped.
Mark couldn't breathe. Of course he couldn't breathe; he was dead. But if he was dead, why was he aware of not being able to breathe? Or of anything, for that matter? He turned his head away from the bunched-up blanket and breathed. Stale, damp air, full of his own perspiration.
So he hadn't died. Somehow, the realization didn't thrill him. Maybe he had secretly welcomed the end of his life. Now it would merely continue as before: the dissatisfaction, the grinding loss of ambition and hope that had caused or been caused by the failure of his marriage, he couldn't remember which anymore.
He shoved the blanket away from his face and kicked at the rumpled sheets. His clock radio showed 5:15AM and the news was playing on radio station 1010 WINS. "You give us 20 minutes and we give you the world. Tensions mount on this 25th day of June with North Korea demanding bilateral talks with the US."
The vague confusion he was experiencing turned to stark bewilderment. Looking at his side table he put on his glasses and walked over to his computer. It was off when he remembered it being on. He then reached for his glasses and took them off his head. No damage. This can't be happening.
Opening the door he reached for the paper and looked at the date. June 25, 2005. This can't be. Today is July 1st or is it?
All right, it was time to figure this thing out. Somebody had to be pulling an elaborate joke on him. But who? His ex-wife....Hardly. His friends? Nobody but him has the keys to his apartment door and the Medco lock was double-bolted.
He opened up his check registry as he had paid his bills during his lunch-break at work on June 30th. He always did as his company paid him on the 15th and the last day of the month. Leafing thru he looked. Nothing! Not his rent check, not is alimony check, not any of the checks were listed. The last check was dated June 24th which he wrote at Walbaum's Supermarket for $69.14 for groceries and beer. "One last test," he thought. He turned on his computer. After it booted he went to his hard-drive with all his kiddy-porn downloads. He remembered downloading all week including getting a full copy of Babyj on June 27th. He checked the dates. Nothing later than June 24th. Then he did a search. Babyj.mpg wasn't on his hard-drive!
Mark sat down to compose himself. His memory was intact for the past week. He knew what was going to happen, or rather what should happen during the next 7 days. This had potential! He quickly called his boss and told him his grandmother died and he needed the week off for bereavement. They'd believe him. He had over 30 PTO days banked from last year and they would never question him when he returned to work next week. "Thank you, God!" he shouted in glee. He finished getting dressed and looked out of the window at the school kids walking to PS 206. What to do? What to do indeed....
Chapter 2
The ting that hath been, it is that which shall be, and that which is done is that which shall be done, and there is no new thing under the sun - Ecclesiastes
Mark was dead, or rather was supposed to be dead. Had he escaped death or merely sidestepped it? In some alternative stream of future time was his lifeless body lying in a New York mortuary, being sliced and dissected by a pathologist's scalpel? Maybe he was in a coma: hopelessness twisted into an imaginary new life, at the behest of a ravaged, dying brain. An yet, and yet-
Mark spent the next few hours walking around his neighborhood. Looking, planning. He walked back to Lefrak City and saw a little girl around 9 or 10 years old outside one of the apartment buildings wheeling her bicycle with a flat tire back to an apartment building. He quickly followed her into the basement and saw her waiting in front of the elevator door by the laundry room area. She was all legs in a spaghetti top with shorts. They smiled briefly at each other. Mark looked at her and finally spoke, "No school today?". The girl looked at him and just smiled. The elevator door opened and he let her go in first. She pressed 13 and he pressed 12. "Don't you live right above me in 13H". The girl looked at him and said, "nope, 13c". Mark smiled and said, "No school today" "Got a cold," she said. "If you have a cold why do you have your bicycle?" asked Mark. She didn't have an answer for him. She was playing hooky and ditching the last day or two before school ended for the season.
The elevator door slowly opened on 12. "Bye" he said to the girl and he exited the elevator. "Today is going to be a good day," he thought to himself.
He went to the stairway door and opened it. He walked up one flight and looked thru the crack in the door. Nobody in the hall. "Hell, its the middle of the afternoon on a workday. Only kids and old ladies are home," Mark thought to himself. He walked to apartment 13c and knocked on the door. The little girl opened it. "Hello again. I was wondering if your mother or father is home. I need to ask them a question. There's some water dripping thru my ceiling." The little girl turned around to listen for the sound of water. Mark forced his way into the apartment, grabbed the girl by the mouth and shut the door.
He pushed his face in front of hers. "No screaming," Mark said. "You scream, you die." The little girl was crying. "What is your name?" Mark asked. "Adrianne...Adrianne Domroe", she whimpered. "Who's watching you today?" Mark asked. "Nobody," Adrianne whimpered. "When do your folks get home?" Mark asked. "Six o'clock is when my daddy gets home," Adrianne said. "Where is your mother?" Mark demanded. "She doesn't live with us, my mommy and daddy are divorced. Please mister, lemme go." she cried.
Mark marched her towards her bedroom. This was every one of his fantasies come true. Ever JPEG, every kiddy-porn movie and text file cuming to life. He wasn't just going to physically fuck her. He was going to mentally fuck her.
When they were in the bedroom Mark closed the door behind him so she wouldn't escape. "Take off your clothing," he demanded. "No!" Adrianne said. Mark walked over and ripped the shirt off her leaving parts of the spaghetti strap on her shoulder. He then pushed her over onto the bed and pulled her shorts and underwear down to her ankles.
He pulled them off. She was just wearing her tube sox and Converse sneakers. Adrianne stood there naked in front of Mark trying to cover herself.
"How old are you," Mark quietly said to Adrianne. "Ten-and-a-half" she responded. This elicited a smile from Mark. He remembered when he was little that he would add "and-a-half" to make him seem older.
Mark called Adrianne over to him. Adrianne came over whimpering with every step. "Kneel" he commanded. Adrianne complied. He quickly unzipped his pants. His dick was already semi-hard at 5 inches. She stared at it and cried even harder. "No. No. No. she screamed. I don't want to suck it!". Mark stopped. "Tell me how you knew I wanted you to suck it!" he hissed.
Between the tears Mark learned that this innocent looking girl was being molested by her daddy. "Has he taken pictures of you?" he asked. "Yes, she cried." "Where are they?" Mark demanded and looked around the bedroom. Adrianne still in a kneeling position looked at the side table where there was a Nikon digital camera. Mark grabbed it and turned it on. Looking thru display he saw several pictures of the girl performing fellatio on her daddy and another older man in the picture. "Who else is in the picture" Mark asked. "My grandpa John."
"Have you ever done more than suck". Before Adrianne could answer Mark saw a picture of her ass impaled on her grandfather's cock.
He put the camera down and called her over to him. "You know the routine." Mark said. "SUCK!" and with that she took his dick and licked the tip. "SUCK it bitch," he ordered and grabbed her head and moved it back and forth as his dick hardened. Tears streamed down her face. She kept her eyes tightly closed trying to make it all go away.
"Oh god!" he thought. He looked down and watched his dick appear and disappear over and over into the young girls' mouth. Every now and then she would gag and Mark would push her head further down on her dick. He suddenly stopped and pushed her down onto the floor.
Adrianne looked up confused. Mark then grabbed her and threw her down on the bed on top of a pillow so her butt was up-in-the air.
Mark took his dick and aimed it at her asshole. His dick was already hard and slick from her saliva and he began to enter her ass. "Stop, please stop....IT HURTS" she cried. Mark paid no mind as he inched his way into her asshole. "Fucken-A" he said and pushed in further. "Ow..Ow..Ow..Ow" Adrianne said over and over again. Mark suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out. There was shit stains and a little blood on it. "Why not..." he thought to himself and with a single plunge rammed into her pussy. Adrianne screamed into the bed as he forced his full weight on top of her. "Fuck she is tight, oh so fucking tight." Mark couldn't keep this up much longer. With one final push he felt himself come in her cock-pit. Rope upon rope of sticky come was released from his balls. She must have felt his dick pulsing as she groaned not from pleasure but from the resignation knowing she was raped.
He lay on top of her for a good 5 minutes. He quickly sat upright as he heard the front door open. He looked at Adrianne and whispered, "not a sound," as he straightened his clothing. He opened the bedroom door a crack and saw a little boy, younger than Adrianne, opening the door. "My brother," she whimpered softly.
Chapter 3
Although affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground; yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward. Job 5: 6-7
"What's his name," asked Mark. "T-Timmy," said Adrianne. Mark thought about this for a second. "Has your dad or grandpa fucked him?" asked Mark. "I think my grandpa John has," whispered Adrianne.
Mark continued to look thru the crack of the door as little Timmy removed his knapsack and then his shoes. Timmy was relatively small for his age with a Beatles haircut. He looked like the Nicholas Bradford (little kid from "Eight is Enough") thought Mark. "Just a little submissive boy-fuck-toy" Mark thought to himself.
Mark said to Adrianne, "if you both want to live pretend I'm your cousin Paul from Minnesota." "But we don't..." Adrianne started to say. Mark just glared at her, "I know you stupid cunt, just act like I'm your cousin and that we were playing on the bed like your dad and grandpa do."
With that he gave her right nipple a hard pinch. "Ow!" she yelped. "Remember, if you want to live to see tomorrow ACT HAPPY!." Mark said.
With all the whispering and commotion the door to the bedroom opened and little Timmy saw the strange man. His little sister sitting cross-legged and naked on the bed wearing her sox and sneakers.
"Timmy stopped in the doorway looking first at his sister and then to the strange man dressed and sitting on the bed. Timmy kept staring at Adrianne who attempted to cover her nakedness with the bed sheet.
"Hello, Timmy!" said Mark. "I'm your cousin Paul from Minnesota. And with that Mark created one lie after another, fabricating a tale of a long-lost relative that Timmy wouldn't remember due to his young age.
"Why is my sister naked on the bed with you?" asked Timmy
"Why we were having fun like your dad and Grandpa John has with Adrianne and you," Mark said and smiled at the little boy. "Why don't you have a snack and come back to the bedroom for some fun.
"Goody" said the 8 year old and eagerly went to the kitchen for a well earned snack. "I've seen better heads on a root-beer," thought Mark. He turned and reminded Adrianne to do everything Mark said or they will both be dead before their daddy got home. Adrianne just weakly nodded her head and rubbed the remains of tears off her cheek.
"Can I go to the bathroom? I rrrreally have to pee bad!" Adrianne said.
Mark saw the bathroom was attached to the bedroom area so she couldn't escape and there was no phones in sight. "No tricks!" he reminded her. "No tricks" Adrianne said in disgust. She slowly got up and Mark saw what appeared to be mayonnaise running down her leg. "Fuck" he thought. "I must have cum in buckets."
Timmy entered into the bedroom. Mark told Timmy to close the door and to take off his all his clothing.
"Why?" Timmy asked. Timmy's big brown eyes were looking up at Mark through his golden brown moppet hair.
Mark looked at Timmy and whispered to him, "your sister has been a bad girl. Its our jobs as men to punish her." With that Mark picked the Nikon from the side table where he left it and showed little Timmy pictures of his sister being used as a cum receptacle for his dad and grandpa.
Timmy stared wide-eyed at the pictures of his sister with his father's dick and his grandpa's dick in his sister's shitter and mouth, pictures of her little head buried in her grandpas lap eagerly gobbling up inch of dick that Adrianne could fit into her small mouth, Halloween pictures of Adrianne dressed as a kitten being face fucked by her daddy.
Mark noticed that Timmy began to breathe quicker while flipping from picture-to-picture. The unmistakable signs of a miniature erection showed in the front of Timmy's pants.
The sound of a toilet flushing brought both man and boy back to reality and they watched Adrianne walk naked back to the bed. She was aware of both sets of eyes on her young body. Adrianne jumped on the bed and stared back at them.
Mark said to Timmy, "go play with her titties." Adrianne was about to complain when Mark took his index finger and ran it across his neck. Adrianne immediately knew she must obey.
Timmy ran his hands all over Adrianne's chest and down to her bald slit. Mark told Timmy to take off his clothing and that Adrianne would give him a surprise.
Adrianne shot Mark a look of pure hatred. Mark returned the look and then just smiled. Within seconds Timmy had removed his clothing. He looked like a slightly miniature version of his sister. He was 3 1/2 feet tall, 70 pounds and a dick sticking out a whole of 2.5 inches from his body. Clearly both kids were from the same gene pool with little difference from the side other than height.
Mark had Timmy lie down on the bed and told Adrianne to start sucking her brother's dick. Adrianne was about to protest when Mark reached over and pushed her head into Timmy's lap. Adrianne leaned over her young brother tentatively opened her mouth and began to suck his tiny dick. Timmy groaned deeply as a mix of feelings and emotions swept over him. He raised his hands and found Adrianne's little pink nubs and began to pull on them.
Mark lifted Adrianne's body and swung her around so her cunt was even with Timmy's face. Adrianne continued to suck harder in the sixty-nine position.
Mark told Timmy to lick and play with Adrianne's cunt. "It smells funny," Timmy complained when he licked it. "it smells fishy." "Just do it," said Mark. Timmy continued to lick and found Mark's cum as it began to leak out of Adrianne's' cunt. Timmy began lapping harder, trying to get all of Marks sperm out of the tiny cunt.
Adrianne was lost in a sea of feelings. She felt so dirty but it felt good, especially when her brother's tongue brushed her clit.
Mark grabbed the Nikon camera and began taking pictures of the two kids in heat. Timmy threw his head back and began to jerk his hips upwards, the primal signature of his first climax. Being too young to ejaculate semen he almost busted his sister's nose with his upward thrusts. Mark took many pictures of both Adrianne and Timmy with his tongue buried in his sister's cunt.
Mark dropped his trousers and lifted Adrianne's butt off Timmy's face. His already hardened dick sprung out of his underwear and with no warning he re-entered the little girl's sloppy cunt. Penetration was easier due to the remnants of his cum mixed with the saliva and cunt drippings that Adrianne produced.
Adrianne groaned as Mark entered her. More shock than pain or pleasure she felt full as his dick entered her immature cunt. Timmy watched in amazement as Marks penis began its see-saw motion in-and-out of his sister's cunt. Timmy lost no time in rubbing his little boy dick to its full 2.5 inch length at which time he move so it was level with his sister's mouth. Adrienne began to suck it. Mark reached around Adrianne's waist and started to rub her tiny clit. It had become swollen as her body became excited from the friction in her cunt. Adrianne's' juices were flowing and Mark felt the going easier as he fucked her. She was still very tight, but warm and wet. Suddenly mark squeezed her clit and Adrianne started bucking, going into the throws of her first hard orgasm. Mark felt the constant hard squeezing on his dick and ejaculated into her womb. Adrianne let her mouth off Timmy's' dick. Frustrated as he had not yet come he got off the bed and watched as Mark finished cuming pulled his dick out of Adrianne's cunt and wiped it on her leg.
Timmy then did something that surprised Mark. Timmy pushed his sister down on the bed and rubbed his dick in the cum juice seeping out from her cunt. He took his tiny dick and aimed it at her asshole and started pushing in for all he was worth. He was only able to get the head into her anal ring as Adrianne let out an exhausted groan.
Adrianne lifted her head and looked around. Seeing Mark she looked over her shoulder and saw her brother fucking her ass. Mark quickly snapped two pictures. Timmy started slapping his sisters right asscheek and yelled, "take that...I'm not a fuck toy...I'm not...I'm not...I'm not." Then Timmy flipped his sister over and shoved her cunt down on his baby dick.
His sister groaned and began to bounce up and down on Timmy's dick. "Fuck you sis...fuck you to hell." Adrianne continued to bounce to get the maximum penetration possible from Timmy's immature dick. This was not lost on Mark who took two more pictures and unzipped his slightly hard dick which he then slipped into Adrianne's mouth.
Mark used Adrianne's mouth as a wet washcloth for his dick. Removing the remnants of shit, cum and pussy juice. Mark grabbed both sides of Adrianne's head and said,"Suck, CUNT". Adrianne had no option and complied with Mark's command. Mark made eye contact with Timmy. "Gotta teach the little bitch right," Mark said to Timmy. Timmy grunted and reached up and tweaked both of Adrianne's little nubs.
Adrianne's breathing was quickening as Marks' dick was almost rock hard for the third time that afternoon. Timmy pushed his sister as far down on his dick as possible as his little dick began pulsing in his sister's bald cunt. What a picture the little boy toy domineering his sister. Click-Click went the Nikon.
Mark wasn't done, yet. Timmy fell back on the bed. Adrianne was whimpering in frustration as she did not cum on her brother's tiny dick. Mark removed his dick from her mouth and pushed Adrianne on her back onto the bed. Pulling her sneakers forward he aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly entered her cunt. He went thru her hymen like a knife thru butter. Adrianne only made groan of recognition. He was expecting yelling and screaming. Mark was disappointed there was none. Adrianne's cunt was like a velvet-vise and Adrianne groaned as he maxed out inside of her. Mark knew he wasn't a "big man" but he had tremendous staying power. Withdrawing almost entirely he quickly thrust and went balls deep into the little girl. Adrianne was whipping her head to-and-fro yelling "no more...stop it...no more...stop it."
Mark looked down and told Timmy to hand him the Nikon. Timmy stirred and looked around. Finding the camera on the bed he gave it to Mark. Mark snapped several pictures of his dick impaled in Adrianne's cock-pit. Timmy, now fully awake, straddled Adrienne's chest, lifted his sister's head and ordered, "Suck it, bitch". Adrienne hesitated for a second as her brother gave her a titty-twister. "Suck bitch," he commanded and suck she did. "Ahhhhhhh," Timmy said as his sister quickly made Timmy's dick hard again.
Mark was watching with fascination. Timmy was not the submissive boy-fuck toy that Mark thought he was. He just needed a reason to assert himself. Mark looked down at his glistening dick moving in-and-out of Adrianne. He felt his cum risking in his balls. Adrianne arched her back and became rigid as her orgasm hit her. Her mouth made the shape of an "O" but no sound came out. Her cunt was milking his dick. Mark reached down and grabbed Adrianne's little hips and rammed forward, thoroughly coating her vagina with sperm as her cuntal muscles squeezed every last drop. Timmy didn't have sperm to ejaculate but he did come and wiped his dick on his sister's face and hair.
Mark collapsed onto the bed and closed his eyes for a few minutes. He regained his strength and looked at his watch. 4:45 Jun 25 2005. Time to get moving. After dressing he opened the Nikon and removed the SIMM card. Stealing the camera would get him into trouble. He told Adrianne, "I have the film showing your father and grandfather fucking you. I also have pictures showing you fucking and sucking your brother. Unless you want these turned over to the police or on the internet you will forget about today. I know where you live. If I knock on your door you better open it." With that he kissed the totally fucked-up girl on the mouth. Mark then went over to Timmy and said, "don't take shit from your sister. If she won't give you pussy or suck you let me know and I'll fuck her up a bit." With that Mark told him his address and apartment number and walked out of the apartment and into the hallway.
Closing the apartment door behind him he exhaled and leaned against the door. "Well," he thought, "I'm either going to get away with this or share a jail-cell with Bubba." And with that he walked to the stairway and walked down to the Lobby and out into the street for the short walk home.
Chapter 4
The wicked flee when no man pursueth - Proverbs 28:1
It was only 5PM but Mark desperately needed to get some sleep as he was mentally and physically exhausted. He wanted to shut all this off for a little while and perhaps, against all hope, wake up to the world he'd left on July 1st. He opened the door to his apartment, entered, locked the door from the inside and emptied his pockets. He removed the Nikon SIMM and placed it next to his computer keyboard. He then removed his wallet and stripped down.
Mark dreamed of dying and awoke to find himself in bed. Looking at his watch he saw the time was 5:55 June 26 2005. He had hoped yesterday was just a bad dream. He had slept 12 hours. Mark showered, shaved and prepared a large bowl of cereal.
While eating he began to think about the events of the past 24 hours. Could he create a horrendous time paradox. Would he run into himself here. Did he really have to worry about paradoxes, the old killing-your-own-grandfather idea? That might not be an appropriate concern at all. He wasn't an outsider wandering around in this time, afraid of encountering himself. He actually was the younger self, albeit a week, and was part and parcel of the fabric of this world. Only his mind was of the future-and the future 5 days existed in his mind. He also proved he could change the future without consequences as he did so with Adrianne & Timmy.
Mark stopped eating for a few minutes to absorb the implications of that. Looking down at his kitchen table he saw the sports section from the previous day. "New York Mets versus the Yankees." That was 5 days ago and the Mets had won 5-3 at 8:05PM. But in this reality it hadn't happened, yet! Mark needed to make a bet. A very large bet.
By 8AM he had called his bookie and wagered $40,000 that the Meet's would win, he bet on the exact game score. He got odds of 70:1. If he won, he would be very wealthy, if not, he would be on his ass, broke.
Chapter 5
Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we shall die - Isaiah 22:13
The night gave rise to another warm June day. School children were dressing and preparing for their last few days of school. Mark grew up in this section of queens and new every square inch of the projects. Mark showered, shaved and dressed. Before leaving his apartment he took a out his bottle of Cialis. Mark swallowed one 20mg tablet immediately and put another tablet in his pocket, just in case, for later. Mark planned for a busy day.
Taking the elevator down to the lobby he spotted his prey outside. He saw a girl wearing a burka wearing a backpack. She was short and thin as a rail he couldn't even begin to guess her age as she was covered from head-to-foot in dark cloth except for the opening for her eyes.
Mark began to follow her to PS 206, an old mausoleum school building built almost 100 years ago. As he got closer to the girl he saw a familiar child. It was Timmy and he was walking to school alone. He quickly walked up to him and said ,"Hi Timmy." Timmy quickly looked up and after a second recognized the man and gave a warm smile in return. "Hi," said Timmy.
During the walk to school Mark learned that neither Timmy or Adrianne told their father of the events the previous day. After Mark left yesterday afternoon Timmy had Adrianne blow him twice more. Adrianne was an emotional wreck and gave some lame excuse to her dad so she could stay home alone while her brother went to school. Mark asked Timmy if he would help him trap the girl wearing the burka. His reward would be anything he wanted to do to the girl. Timmy nodded his head quickly and Mark explained the plan.
Timmy would pretend Mark was his uncle. As there were lots of parents on campus due to end of school year parties, student graduations, and to bring school projects back home, his appearance on campus would not make anyone suspicious.
They followed the young girl into the old school building and up the staircase crowded with other students and some parents. The first period bell rang and students and parents disappeared to their classes.