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My Kids -- Chapter 9 / The Rescue
I knew going back to the house was out of the question, they would
probably be watching it. On the other hand, maybe they would
communicate via the house, it was the only way they knew of finding us.
Come to think of it, they had no way of knowing where we live, but knew
that I could find them. They were expecting me to contact them, maybe
walk into whatever trap they had set. God knows, they had the bait. These
and other thoughts were racing through my mind as I drove away from the
cemetery.
The state of the kids with me didn't help settle my nerves either.
They were all pretty excited and scared when they saw Steven and found
out that Susie and Stephanie were missing. Before I had a chance to
develop some kind of cover story for them, Steven had inadverdently spilled
the beans and now they were all pestering me to do something. I would, I
assured them, although I had no idea yet what it might be.
In addition to the .45, I had a 12 gauge shotgun, a 30-30 rifle and
two 9 mm pistols. Not much of an arsenal for what I had to do and I knew
I would need help. Steven, for all his courage, was not going to be of much
help. The girls were all too young and I wasn't going to ask Juanita, she felt
bad enough because she considered herself to be the cause of the whole
incident. I tried to comfort her by saying it wasn't her disappearance that
led to it, but my having beat up her father. She smiled, but didn't really buy
it.
I pulled into a trailer park along the highway which offered space
and hookups for motor homes and we all bedded down for the night. As I
lay there racking my brain for ideas I thought of how perfect this would
have been under other circumstances. Here I was, alone in a motor home
with my son, surrounded by seven little girls. With Susie and Steffi
missing, though, the thought did not arouse nor linger. Sleep was slow in
coming and not very restful when it did.
I was awakened by the sound of tapping on the door. It was still
dark. More tapping. I pulled the .45 out from under the mattress and
cleared the safety. I tried to see who it was, but it was too dark. Finally, I
heard a whisper, "Hey, you in there...this is the park manager...I have a
message for you. Wake up!"
'What the hell could be so important as to bring him out here in the
middle of the night?' I pondered the possibilities. I lifted the curtain slightly
and peeked outside, the .45, cocked, in my hand. He was alone alright. I
lowered the window. "What is it? What time is it?" I asked him.
"Three-thirty. A guy left this note for you about five minutes ago, said I
was to deliver it immediately and said you'd give me twenty bucks for it.
Must be pretty important." I fished in my pants for my wallet and found a
ten and two ones and offered them to him. He groused a bit, but handed
me the note through the window and, muttering, shuffled back to his own
bed. I looked around, but could see nothing that appeared out of the
ordinary. I closed the window, sat down and opened the note.
'Gringo,' it started, 'if you want to see your chiquitas again you will
obey these instructions. First, bring Juanita back to where you stole her.
Second, come alone, except for the girl. Third, do this at two tomorrow
afternoon. Fourth, park in the alley behind the house, get out of your
vehicle and walk through the backyard and knock on the back door. We will
exchange of your two girls for Juanita. Do it or else.'
It wasn't signed, but it seemed authentic. They must have been
watching at the cemetery and followed us here. I dropped onto the bunk
and closed my eyes, trying desparately to think of a way out of this. I did
not want to let Juanita go back there, but I couldn't leave Susie and Steffi
with them. Sleep eluded me for most of what remained of the night.
The sun shining in through a crack in the blind woke me from a
restive sleep. I opened my eyes, blinked a couple of times, and then noticed
that I was not in bed alone. In the crook of my left elbow lay Jenny, curled
up with her bare ass pressed against my waist. I carefully pulled my arm
free of her grasp and stood up. All the kids appeared to be asleep and I saw
no reason to bother them. The twins were wrapped up in each other's
arms, their mouths nearly touching. Juanita was stretched face down across
Steven's stomach, her cast across his throat. I was surprised he could
breathe. Together they formed a plus sign. Her legs were hanging off the
bunk and her pretty, brown butt stuck out invitingly. I reached out and
stroked her smooth cheeks.
'If only the situation were different...' I thought as I felt the crack of
her ass. I put away those thoughts and began to dress. Little Linda and
Sadie lay together in the overcab bunk. They were still sound asleep and
pretty well tangled up in each other. Perhaps I slept slept more soundly
than I thought. As I pulled on my shoes Lori awoke and sat up in her bed.
"Are we going now?" she whispered, "Can I ride up front with
you?"
I couldn't resist looking over her little seven-year-old body. "Of
course you can, honey. Get dressed."
She stood up and stretched her arms toward the roof. She really
was a lovely child, pale white skin, little pink nipples slightly elongated by
her stretching, slender, almost skinny, legs and a perfect pussy mound with
a delightful slit that was always slightly open. She turned around to pick up
her clothing from the bed and I eyed her beautiful, pale buttocks. I let my
mind wander momentarily into the crack of that ass, into the anal pucker,
past the sphincter, into her little girl rectum. I could feel the tightness of the
opening as I squeezed past it. The humid steaminess of the canal through
which her bowels ejected her fecal waste was dark and warm. I continued
into her intestines until something soft and mushy blocked my progress. I
began to eat my way through it. My journey would end only in her mouth
and then she would swallow me and I would resume my travels, this time in
the opposite direction.
My reverie was broken by a cry from Steven. He had awakened to
the pain and soreness from the day before striking him full force. He
startled Juanita awake as well and she fell onto the floor, very nearly turning
a somersault. Her cry of surprise at being so rudely awakened was loud
enough to awaken first Jenny, then the twins. Linda and Sadie continued
sleeping. I noticed that Juanita had a streak of what appeared to be dried
semen running from her lower lip to the tip of her chin. Mine? I had been
sleeping rather soundly, but I doubted I could have slept through that...no, it
was probably Steven's. It made me feel more confident about his condition.
We all did our morning rituals, that took close to an hour, ate cold
cereal and milk and left the park at around nine. Five hours to go. I had a
lot of planning to do and I needed to get some help first. I kept checking the
rear-view mirror, but no one appeared to be following us. At
nine-forty-five I pulled up in front of my brother- in-law's house.
Jim was Paula's older brother and was a very amiable ex-marine.
He would not understand or have compassion for a pedophile, but he would
go to any length to help his nieces out of trouble. After all the greetings and
Jim had been introduced to the four newcomers, he and down with a cup of
coffee while the kids played in the backyard.
Wasting no time, I didn't have any to waste, I laid my cards on the
table. I explained about the 'adopted' kids and how Juanita had been beaten
by her father and that I was going to adopt her, albeit illegally. Then I
dropped the bombshell, "Her father has friends and he wants her back. I'm
not going to let her go back, but they've got Susie and Stephanie. I need
your help getting them back."
"Jesus, Charles!" he cried, "What the hell have you gotten yourself
into here?"
He sipped his coffee with a puzzled look on his face as I sat there
waiting, saying nothing. He had been involved in some kind of commando
bullshit in various places around the world, starting in Viet Nam. He never
talked about it, but his eyes sometimes revealed a killer instinct. That look
was in his eyes now.
"How many of them are there?" he asked. He was already making
plans. I had the help I needed, the sides were now even, maybe even a little
in our favor.
"Four that I know of, maybe more, but I doubt it." I paused to let
this sink in, "I know where they are, or at least where they'll be at two this
afternoon."
"We can't wait 'til then," he said calmly, I noted the 'we' indicating
he was in, "we'll have to strike earlier. Do you know the layout of the
house?"
"No, but Juanita does," I offered.
"Well, let's go then, get her in here."
As Juanita described her former home, Jim made a floor-plan
sketch, noting especially doors and windows. When it was done he quizzed
her about her father's friends and determined that there would likely be only
the four men I had seen at the courthouse. We, or rather he, formulated a
plan and rehearsed it a couple of times. By eleven-thirty we were ready to
go. The kids would stay here with Ann, Jim's wife, while we took care of
some 'personal business'. Jim grabbed a duffel bag from his garage while I
retreived the weapons from the motor home. We tossed it all into the trunk
of his Camaro, got in and drove off. It was exhilerating to have a friend,
yet I was frightened. Jim and I had known each other many years, had
helped each other in various ways in that time and I didn't want to cause
him any trouble, either with the guys we were about to pay a visit or with
the law. But my two little girls' lives were at stake.
We pulled into the alley, a half block short of our destination. It
was not quite noon and they would be unlikely to be watching for anyone
yet. I slipped the .45 into my belt under the jacket and shoved one of the 9
mm pistols down the front of my shorts, I figured if they frisked me they
would be unlikely to feel there. Scared the hell out of me anyway, what if it
went off...oh, well.
I got out of the car and walked toward the house. It looked quiet
and unoccupied...no movement, no sound. I didn't know what Jim
intended to do, but I was to get one or even two of the Mexicans outside by
saying Juanita was in the car in the alley. I was to distract anyone in the
house until Jim could get there.
"Juan!" I heard someone shout, "El gringo esta aqui!"
Then I saw it...a rifle barrel pointed at me out of the back window.
"Where is Juanita?" the voice asked.
"In the car," I answered, "where are my girls?"
The voice with the rifle said something in Spanish to someone else
and turned his attention back to me.
"Come to the porch and put your arms straight out to your sides."
They weren't going to be too co-operative. I did as I was told and
figured the .45 was gone. The door opened and one of the men came out,
frisked me quickly, took the .45 and told me to step inside. I walked into
the darkened house. The man who had searched me handed the gun to the
man with the rifle and walked toward the alley. Apparently, he was going
to check the car.
"You are early, gringo," said the man with the rifle, "why?" I hadn't
recognized Juanita's father by his voice, but he still wore the marks of the
beating I had given him. His nose was bandaged and both eyes were black.
"I was afraid for my girls, where are they?"
"They are fine, senor," Juan answered, "they are asleep."
I wanted to get to the front room so I demanded to see the girls
before we could cut a deal. "I brought your girl just as your note said. Let
me see what I came for."
He pushed me into the front room, jabbing the barrel of the rifle
into my back hard. I flinched, so he did it again as I walked toward the
other room. One man was lying on the floor in a corner, seemingly asleep,
and another sat on a chair at a table by the window. My heart leapt as I
spotted Susie and Stephanie lying together on a couch covered by a blanket.
They, too, seemed to be sleeping.
"You see, senor," continued the rifle man, "I am a man of my
word. Soon Carlos will bring my nina here and you can leave with yours."
I knew he was not about to let me go unharmed unless...I glanced at
the girls again. They weren't sleeping, they were drugged. I put my ear to
each little chest. They were alive, but their breathing was shallow. I heard
chuckling behind me and from the corner of my eye saw Juan turn to look
at the other man. I reached into my crotch and extracted the pistol. Raising
myself to a crouch I brought the pistol underneath my body and fired. The
shot caught Juan in the upper chest knocking him backward into the wall.
As he raised the rifle I fired twice more dropping him to the floor, the rifle
dropping from his hands.
The other man jumped on my back as I fired the third shot and I felt
the blade of a knife press against my chin, slicing into the skin. Before I
could grab the arm with the knife a volley of shots rang out and the arm
grew limp and the body fell from my back onto the floor. Jim stood in the
doorway, the AK-47 still smoking. He had a wild look in his eyes, as
though he were on a hunt-and-kill patrol in the jungle.
"What about him?" he asked, gesturing toward the motionless figure
on the floor in the corner.
"Forget him," I said, "let's get out of here before the cops come."
He picked up Susie, wrapped her in the blanket and I picked up
Steffi, folding my jacket around as and we walked hurriedly back to the car.
We laid the girls on the backseat, they were still out, and drove away. I
couldn't believe how easy it had been.
"They hurt 'em, didn't they?" Jim was still pumped, "God damn it, I
hate anybody who hurts a kid."
"Just drugs, I think, PCP probably," I didn't know what the hell I
was talking about, "they'll be ok, but we'd better get them to a doctor."
"Ann's been working emergency at the hospital for the past two
years now," Jim said, "she's seen lots of o.d.'s...let's have her take a look at
them first."
As we sped through the streets toward Jim's house I inwardly wept.
For joy because the girls were back and still alive, although not completely
alright. For sadness because I could never be honest with Jim and his wife
again. Perhaps I could never be completely honest with anyone again.
Ann checked the girls, determined that what they needed first to be
awakened right away, then an emetic to empty their stomachs, a diuretic
and lots of water and then walking, walking and more walking. They
needed to be kept awake to keep the drug moving out of their bodies rather
than settling into settling into their organs. She administered the emetic
immediately and I listened to the poor little kids retching their guts out for
several minutes. After washing them and dressing them we took them
outside and walked them around the backyard for several hours with
frequent breaks for bathroom trips. The other kids helped too, taking turns
walking Susie and Steffi. They thought it was fun. Finally, around six
o'clock, Ann checked pulse, heartbeat, breathing and eyes and pronounced
them beyond risk. They could finally go to sleep and I could finally breathe
easier.
After all the kids had gone to bed the three of us, Ann, Jim and I,
sat down at the kitchen table. I told them of my plan to leave the state and
set up business elsewhere and that with everything that had happened in the
last couple of days, the sooner we left, the better. We watched the late
news and, although the story of the shootings was covered, there was
nothing said as to who might have done it. It turned out that the house had
a PCP lab in the basement and the shootings were attributed to conflict over
drug turf or a deal gone sour. The police were apparently writing it off as a
class-3 homicide, case open : investigation inactive.
We stayed with Ann and Jim for two more days until Susan and
Stephanie were well enough to travel. The kids had really taken to Ann, the
need for a mother I guess, and their were a few tears shed on both sides. I
hugged Jim, kissed Ann, thanked them and promised to contact them as
soon as I knew where we would be stopping. The kids waved until the
house was out of sight. We turned onto the highway and headed east,
never to return. It was Friday.
Continued...
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