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Adventures With Amy Chapter 2- (Mg)
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Chapter 2
I stood and took my soaked undershirt to the laundry hamper and dropped
it in. I then walked to the table where I kept my address book. I kept all
of my student's names and numbers in it. I found Amy's and proceeded to dial
the phone. The ringing could be heard on the other end and I fought for the
proper words to say. Finally, a man's voice came on the line. "Hello," he
said.
"Hello," I said nervously. "My name is John, and I work at the school
that Amy goes to."
"Yes," he said, concern in his voice. "How can I help you?"
"It's not that big of a deal, really," I lied to him. "I just have
something that I need to discuss with Amy's mother." I really didn't know
how to talk to anybody about this, much less a woman! I had to get it
cleared up before it became something it wasn't.
"Well," the man said, "Amy's mother is out of town for the rest of the
week."
"Is this her father," I asked, sure that she had told me her father had
left her and her mom years earlier.
"No," he said, "This is her mother's brother. I'm her uncle Mike."
"Oh," I said. "I guess it will have to wait until she gets home." I
thought about where to hide the photographs. Visions of myself in the state
pen ran through my mind.
"Hey," the man said after a pregnant pause. "I have full temporary
custody, even though I am just an uncle. If it was important enough for you
to call my sister, then you had probably better tell me what's going on."
Now I was really in a dilemma. Should I wait for her mother or just get
it out in the open now. It was really something to tell her, but I couldn't
take a chance on getting caught with pictures of a preteen cheerleaders
naked cunt.
Once again, I searched for words. "Can you come over for a minute," I
paused, "I have something I need to discuss with you."
"It sounds serious," he said.
"Pretty serious," I told him. He had no idea how serious.
"Ok, give me a few minutes. What's your address?"
I told him where I lived and we said good-bye. I hung up the phone,
trying to decide how I should handle it. I walked to the bar this time,
pouring myself a shot of scotch and slugging it down. The burning sensation
took my breath. I was a bundle of nerves as my shaky hand poured another
glass of the liquid fire. I moved to my chair and sipped my whiskey,
thinking of what I would say.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and I moved to
get it. I saw a man standing there that I didn't recognize. "Mike?" I asked.
"Hello," he said, holding out his hand.
"Hello," I said, my nerves once again taking over. "Won't you come in."
The man walked through the door. He seemed like a nice enough fellow,
although I couldn't tell if he was quick to anger. I led him to the living
room and we sat down, him across from me on the couch. "Ok," he said after a
moment, "what's the little shit done now?" A grin moved across his face,
disarming me. I relaxed a bit as I reached for the photos.
"I took the school pictures today. I had them developed and I am afraid
Amy was feeling her oats today." Mike smiled, probably thinking of Amy
making faces or something of that nature. He reached out his hand and took
the packet. "I guess this would tell the tale," as I released it. He looked
at me curiously and sat back, taking the photos out of the envelope. I
watched his face as he neared the pictures on the bottom of the stack.
"Nice," he said, nodding head as he went through the photos one by one.
"Excellent work," he told me. He smiled as he looked at the photos,
obviously an admirer of beautiful young girls. Little did he know what was
waiting for him as he got close to the end. I could tell that he found the
shots I wanted him to see as his face changed almost immediately from one of
admiration to total shock.
"What the fuck?" he asked, looking at me.
"Yeah," I answered as I looked at him, the words not coming.
"Damn," he said as he stood. He did a good job of hiding his shock, but
his voice told the story. "We'll get to the bottom of this. May I use your
phone," he asked.
"Sure."
I sat down and watched as he pushed the buttons. He stood silently as he
waited for the party to answer. "Hello, sweetie," he said as he talked. "I
need to talk to you. Where am I at," he looked at me. "I'm at a friend's
house. Here's the address." He told her how to get to my house and then
added, "Dress up nice darling," he said as he finished the conversation. "I
love you too sugar," he said as he hung up the phone. "That was Amy," he
said as he turned to me. "We'll get to the bottom of this once and for all."
I sat back and relaxed, knowing that the girl had an uncle that was
understanding. I had been afraid that he would get angry at the girl and
beat the fuck out of her. I offered the man a drink and he accepted and we
sat and waited and chatted.
DING-DONG the bell rang. I stood and he said, "It's showtime!" He
laughed and I shook my head at his choice of words. "How strange," I mumbled
to myself as I reached for the handle and opened it. Just as I had
suspected, Amy stood there. The look of surprise on her face was priceless
as she realized that I had ratted her to her uncle. "Come in Amy," I said as
I took her by the arm and escorted her to the living area.
"What's this about," the young girl asked as I took her into the living
area of my home. Her Uncle Mike crossed his arms and stared at her, not
saying a word. The girl knew exactly what it was about.
"John has something to discuss with you Amy," he said matter-of-factly.
The girl cocked her head slightly, looking at her uncle with a look of
genuine surprise. The girl was really good.
"Ok," she said as she sat down and waited for me to speak.
"Mike knows about the photo shoot Amy," I told her, careful to choose my
words.
"Yeah," the girl smiled. "We had a cool time, me and the girls," she
said relaxing and reclining back in her seat.
"No," I said, "I don't think you understand. He knows about ALL the
pictures," I emphasized.
"That's really cool," she said, as she seemed to relax a bit more. I
wasn't sure what was going on but I was starting to lose control of this
situation fast.
I stood up and took the pictures from Mike's hand and tossed them into
Amy's lap. "He's already seen them Amy. He knows that you flashed me your
ummm..." I paused, "you know." I was totally embarrassed, not knowing the
right words to use with someone so young.
"Oh that!" she laughed. "I thought maybe the pictures turned out
horrible or something!"
My mouth must have been wide open by then. I looked over at Mike whose
face hadn't changed a bit. What was going on in this preteen girl's head
anyway?
Finally, Mike spoke up. "Amy," he said, giving the girl a stern look.
"Yes uncle Mike?" she asked.
"Do you have an explanation for what you did girl?" The little sandy
haired girl kind of jutted her chest out as if she were proud of what she
had done.
"Feeling frisky," she said, more of a question than a statement.
"Look Amy," I said in total exasperation. "I'm not sure what was going
on in that head of yours when I was doing the shoot. In fact," I added, "I
don't really care. All I know is that what you have done is wrong."
"Wrong?" she asked. "Why was it wrong?" Her lips went from a smile to a
pout. She crossed her arms and pulled her legs up on the couch.
"It's just not accepted social behavior," I said, not sure if that would
cut the mustard. "Little girls just don't go, um, you know!"
"Without their panties?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her sternly.
"Why not? You wanted to see didn't you?" My face turned red because she
knew the answer.
"Uh no," I lied, thinking about zooming in on the girl's rounded ass
cheeks. Oh how I had hoped to get a glimpse of her young ass. I had gotten
much more in return.
"Oh come on now John," Mike said. I turned my head and looked at him.
"You mean that you had no desire at all to see what she showed you?" For
this to come out of her uncle, her mother's brother was the second shock for
the day.
"No," I lied. Things weren't going too well now.
"Bullshit!" Amy yelled. The nostrils on her turned up nose seemed to
flair. Her baby blue eyes changed to green. "I know you were looking at my
ass while I was turned around. I know how all you guys are. All you want is
to get a chance to look and touch me inside my panties!" Her anger at being
lied to was very evident.
"Amy, I-I-I didn't..," I stammered.
"You didn't what you piece of shit! You didn't touch me?"
"You know I didn't," I answered quickly. Mike was looking at me, trying
to read if I were telling the truth or not.
"Well why didn't you?" she asked. "Don't you like girls?"
"AMY!" I yelled. Now it was MY turn to get angry. "Whether I like girls
or not is none of your business. What is my business however is the way that
you act when you are under my tutorship and I will NOT have you acting
like..like..like," I searched for the words.
"Like a whore?" Mike asked.
I stopped and looked at him. That's exactly what she had acted like, but
I wasn't going to say it. "Out of line," I said, choosing to err on the side
of courtesy.
"Fuck," she said, her emotions going to disgust now. I was having a time
riding this girl's emotional roller coaster. She crossed her arms. "He was
looking at my ass Mike," the little vixen said. "He wanted to see my ass and
he wanted a shot of my pussy. I gave it to the bastard and now he pays me
back like this!" With that, she got up, grabbed her purse and walked to the
door.
"Amy," I said, "this conversation is not over." Amy just turned to me
shot me a finger and slammed out the door. I felt like a failure, as I stood
there alone with her uncle Mike.
"That little tramp," he said as he stood up. "I am sorry John. I just
don't know what has gotten into her."
"Will she be alright?" I asked, my anger turning to compassion for the
confused child.
"Yeah," he said. "She's just got a lot of things going on right now."
Mike reached out and shook my hand. "Thanks for letting me know what was
going on. I'll talk to her mother when she gets home."
I shook the man's hand. It was a strong hand that gripped mine.
"Thanks," I said.
"Sure." Mike walked to the door.
"Hey," I said, "how do you suggest I handle this when I see her at
school?"
"Hell," he said, "do what you have to do. She can't get by with things
like this." Mike turned the handle and walked out. As the door clicked
behind me, I made a beeline to my drink. Again, the liquid burned, shocking
my system back to reality.
I sat the glass down and went to my study. I searched for a book on
child psychology and began to study it. I would find out how to handle the
girl. I had to get her back on track. I had to if it were the last thing I
ever did.