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Never Any Excuse Chapter 3 (Mg, gf, ped, cons)
by Uncle Sky
It took me a while but I finally got to sleep. I drifted into a
very nice dream. Cheryl and I were in bed together and she was
sucking on my cock. It was the best blow job I had ever
experienced. Then, suddenly, I woke up.
It wasn't all a dream. Cheryl was in fact there with me and was
sucking away on my very hard dick. She was looking up at me with
a smile in her eyes as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. I
could feel her hot little tongue circling around the swollen head
of my dick as she sucked softly. I was close to cumming, but was
also very worried about Ginger.
"Cheryl! I thought we talked about this. We can't do this with
Ginger here. If she sees us we could be in big trouble."
She stopped and looked up at me with a smile. Her hand kept
stroking me as she answered. "It's okay, Sam. We talked before
she went to sleep. I told her that some times you and I needed to
be alone and that she should not come in if the door was closed.
I also explained that whatever we do in this house is private and
should never be talked about to anyone else. She said she
understands and promised not to bother us or tell anyone what we
do here."
By then I was very close to cumming, and I just nodded as she
went back to sucking my dick. I was still worried but couldn't
have stopped her if I wanted to. And the truth is I didn't want
to. The feel of her hot wet mouth wrapped around my cock was
exquisite, and there was no way I wanted to lose that feeling. It
was only a minute or so before I was pumping a load of cum down
her throat. It was a very big and very intense orgasm. I think
the danger was part of the thrill.
I offered to return the favor, but Cheryl said no. She just
wanted to snuggle for a while and then go back to her room in
case Ginger woke up and got scared.
I went back to sleep after she left and seemed to rest a lot
better. I guess I was addicted to my little lover and needed her
close to get to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I reached for Cheryl and, for a
moment, wondered where she was. I grumped my way into the
bathroom, feeling sorrier for myself with every step, to take
care of my morning routine. Another odd feeling to be alone in
the shower, but I survived. The hot water woke me enough to
remember that my inconvenience was nothing compared to what
Ginger faced if she was captured.
When I was finished I started breakfast. I was sure the girls
would hear me and would come out to join me by the time it was
ready. I was right. Two little sleepy heads stumbled out and
plopped down in chairs at the table.
"Good morning, ladies. Did you sleep well?"
They looked at me like I was crazy and finally answered.
"Yup." That was Cheryl. Not too talkative in the morning.
Then I heard from Ginger as she sent out a big smile. "Yes si.. I
mean, Sam. Thank you."
"Do you like french toast, Ginger?"
"Oh, yes! I love it with lots of maple syrup."
"Well, that's what we're having today. I hope you're hungry
because I made a big stack."
Both girls giggled, and we set about scarfing down a ton of
french toast. I also made sure they had orange juice and milk.
After we finished they went to clean up and dress while I cleaned
up the kitchen. After I finished I went into the front room to
read the Sunday paper.
I checked the lottery results but, as usual, I had not won
anything. It was my one real vice. I didn't gamble other than the
lottery, but I never missed getting a ticket. You never know,
maybe I'd hit it one day and retire. I knew both possibilities
were remote but it was fun dreaming.
As I sat there reading the paper and daydreaming, the phone rang.
It was my private cell phone which rarely interrupted me except
when I was on a case. I opened it and answered.
"This is Sam."
"Come ta my place ASAP."
Before I could ask any questions I heard the click of the other
party hanging up. I had recognized the voice, as he knew I would.
It had been Rat and, true to form, he wasted no words. What ever
it was about he needed to see me in person and felt it was
important enough to do right away. I knew him well enough not to
doubt the need to go as soon as I could.
I was in the habit of leaving Cheryl alone in the house when I
needed to go out. She was very good about being careful and never
did anything to cause trouble if I left her for a while. But I
didn't feel right about it this time. I remembered what had
happened when I left her alone right after she came to live with
me. She'd had to kill a man in self defense. With Ginger now
added to our household I had a feeling there might be trouble, so
I decided to take her to the office.
I called the office and was told that Mike was in if I needed to
talk to him. I asked the receptionist to tell him I was on my way
and ask him to wait for me so I could talk to him. Then I told
the girls that something had come up, and we were going out. They
got ready in just a few minutes and we left.
"I'm going to stop off at the office, Cheryl. Mike is there, and
I'll leave you to catch up on things while I run an errand. Will
that be okay?"
"Yeah, that'll be cool. I'll show Ginger around and introduce her
to Uncle Mike. She'll like him, and maybe he'll take her down to
the range."
Ginger looked puzzled but didn't say anything.
When we got to the office I asked them to wait in reception for a
minute while I talked to Mike. It was Sunday, and the place was
fairly quiet. It would have been nice if Grace had been there for
the girls, but I thought Mike could handle them.
I walked right into Mike's office, and he greeted me with his
usual smile and motioned me to a chair.
" Hi, boss. What's up?"
I sat down and explained briefly what was going on with Ginger.
He said nothing while I spoke, but his eyes narrowed, his jaws
clenched and grew red, and his tightening fist snapped his
pencil. When I finished he let out his breath and said, "Damn!
It sound like you've found another little angel that needs your
help, Sam. What do you need from me?"
"I just got a call from Rat, and he wants to see me ASAP. I
thought maybe you could give Ginger the ten-cent tour while I'm
gone. Cheryl is in reception with her, waiting to see her Uncle
Mike. When I get back I may need help with something, but until
then I don't know what may be going on. I just had a feeling it
would be a good idea to have them both in a safe place while I'm
with Rat."
"No problem, Sam. I haven't seen my special girl for a while, and
I'd love to meet Ginger. If she's half as nice as Cheryl I'll
probably fall in love with her at first sight."
I nodded. "You will," I promised. I called the girls into the
office and, after making the introductions, headed for McGintie's
to see Rat. He was seated at his "Office" table when I walked in.
There were a couple of other shady looking guys sitting there
with him, but they moved away as soon as Rat saw me. I sat down,
and there was a beer in front of me before I could even get
settled.
"So. What was the ASAP call about, Rat?"
He passed me a paper with an address written on it. I glanced at
it and slipped it into my pocket as I listened to his report.
"First off, it only took me a couple'a minutes ta find the place
ya'z lookin fer. I know a guy what likes em young, and he knew
exactly who I meant as soon as I mentioned it. He tole me he
don't like it there cuz they'z mean ta the girls. But tha's not
why I called ya. The word's out on da street dat one a da girls
split. Dey want her back real bad and are offerin a reward. Da
word is some guy saw her picked up by a guy. He said he tinks he
knows da guy from some place but don't know where. He tole 'em
what the guy and his car looked like. It sounds a lot like you
and your car Sam. If it was, ya better look sharp cuz these guys
are mean and got connection down town. Dey got protection, Sam."
"Okay. I'll be careful about who I talk to. I want you to have
someone keep an eye on the place for a while until I can get it
covered."
As I said that he nodded. I took out my wallet a handed him three
hundred dollars. He said that would be enough for now, and I
left. I sat in my car for a few minutes thinking about what Rat
had told me. The bad guys had connections and would most likely
find out who I was very soon. I was well known around town, and
there were plenty out there who would want the reward enough to
spill all they knew about me. I headed back to the office and
placed a call to the precinct as I drove.
"Ninth precinct front desk, Sergeant Murphy speaking."
"Hi, Murph. It's Sam. Is Wilson around?"
"Hi, Sam. Yeah, he's in a briefing right now. Can I help?"
"No thanks, Murph. Just tell him I'm on my way if you see him
headed out. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
"Okay, Sam. But I'm sure he won't be out before then. The
briefing is for a big bust and will take some time."
I thanked him and hung up just as I arrived at the office.
Instead of parking out front, I pulled up to our secure garage. I
hit the remote, and it opened showing an empty space inside. I
drove in and parked the car, then closed up and went to see Mike.
Mike had just finished giving Ginger the tour, and they were in
his office talking. I asked Cheryl to take Ginger to the snack
bar and get her something to eat while I talked to Mike. She knew
something was up and didn't question me at all. They skipped out
of the office and were gone in a second.
I filled Mike in on what Rat had told me and said I was leaving
my personal vehicle in the secure garage. I asked him to have our
mechanic pull one of our plain company cars around front for me.
He picked up the phone, and it was arranged in just a second.
Next I asked about our safe house. We had a place where we let
folks who were in danger stay while we solved their problems. He
said it was available and all stocked and ready for anything. I
said I would be staying there with the girls for a few days until
I could get a handle on the situation.
I also asked him to arrange for around-the-clock security guards
at my house until further notice. I wanted complete coverage both
front and back, with relief set up so they didn't leave it
without coverage for potty breaks or meals. He made notes as I
talked and assured me it would be taken care of. I said I
planned to see Wilson first, and then I'd stop off at my place to
pick up a few things before heading to the safe house. I wanted
the watchers to be in place by the time I was ready to leave the
house so they could see if I was being followed.
I also gave him the address of the house where Ginger had been
held. I asked him to set up an undercover surveillance also
around the clock. I wanted all they could get about anyone who
went in or out of that place. I told him Rat would have it
covered for a while, but I wanted it covered by us as soon as
possible. He said he'd get right on it. We had several people who
could blend in any place in town and would be able to watch and
report.
I asked him to keep the girls for an hour or so while I went to
see Wilson. He suggested Ginger might like to see the range and
maybe even see Cheryl practice a little. They walked in then. I
told them I'd be right back and left to go see Wilson.
The mechanic was waiting for me out front with another one of our
special cars. It looked very average but was loaded with extras
and had lots of power under the hood. He showed me the trunk
first, and I took note of all the firepower secured there. I
could hold off an army with all the weaponry packed in there. I
hoped I wouldn't need it but thanked him for being sure it was
all there. He handed me the keys, and I drove away.
When I got to the precinct Murph told me that Wilson had just
finished his briefing and was in his office waiting for me. I
smiled and waved at a number of old friends as I walked through
the squad room. They made the usual cracks about amateurs trying
to do the work of real cops, but it was all in fun.
Wilson was behind his desk watching as I came in. His name is
actually Robert Wilson, but he hates the name Robert and all it's
shortened versions. He once told me only his mother ever called
him Robert, and that was when he was in trouble. As for the name
Bob, he said it reminded him of a piece of garbage floating on
top of a stagnant pool of water. He was well liked by everyone,
so we all called him just Wilson. After I had been encouraged to
leave the force he had moved up to Chief of the Homicide Bureau
due to a few very big cases he solved. Nobody but him knew that I
had helped privately on the biggest one. As far as I was
concerned at the time he was still my partner. But most of all he
was, and still is, my very good friend.
I plopped down on the comfortable chair off to the side. He had a
hard back chair for most of his visitors but allowed his friends
to be relaxed while with him. He waited patiently for me to tell
him what was going on. He never asked me any questions until he
knew what I was dealing with. He knew I'd get around to telling
him all he needed to know if he just gave me time. He listened
carefully as I told him what I knew so far.
I told him the two names I had and the address. I also told him
what Rat had said about protection from downtown. That made him
angry, but he still didn't say anything. I told him what I had
done so far, including Mother's involvement and the name of the
so called inspector. He didn't write anything down. He has a
great memory and knew that in a case like this it would be better
not to have anything that could be found by snoops and superiors.
I asked him not to involve the vice guys yet, in case one or more
were giving protection to the crooks. He agreed not to tell
anyone else at all. He would make a few discrete inquiries using
his private computer and the back door he had into police files.
That way even if someone noticed a check being run, they wouldn't
know who was running it. He logged on and ran the address I had
given him. He came back with the full name of the owner, and I
made a note of it. I asked him to let me know if he found
anything out and reminded him to use my private cell number.
"I hope Rat is wrong, Sam, but just in case I'll keep it strictly
to myself. You be careful out there too. I do not want to see
your name on any case file in this office."
I assured him I was being very careful and even told him the
address of the safe house in case he needed to see me in person.
I warned him not to drop by without calling or he might be the
one whose name showed up on a file. He laughed as we shook hands,
and I headed back to get the girls.
The security detail was in place when we arrived home to pack for
the safe house. I talked with them for a minute while the girls
went inside to pack. I gave them my cell number and asked them to
watch to see if we were followed when we left. The senior
operative, Danner, was an experienced man I knew well. He
promised to take good care of my house and to let me know
immediately if anything happened.
We left an hour later. As I pulled away I watched in the rear
view mirror to see if anyone followed. I was almost to the corner
when I saw a car pull out of a spot at the far end of the block
and pace us. I was about to call Danner when my cell went off. It
was Danner telling me that the car was ours and would provide
security to our destination. He said it was Mike's orders and not
to worry. I thanked him. Now I had to watch only the front and
sides for trouble.
Mike was waiting for us inside the safe house. He said he wanted
to be sure everything was set. He made a quick review of the
security precautions and pointed out the watchers through the
window. He said that he had assigned several extra people to
watch over us. If I needed to leave the girls alone, all I had to
do was pick up the phone and someone would be there in just a few
minutes. I thanked him, and he left.
I closed the door and turned around. The girls sat on the couch
holding on to each other. Cheryl looked fine, but Ginger looked
scared to death. I sat next to her and pulled her onto my lap.
She snuggled up to me and put her head on my shoulder as I
explained what was going on. I reassured her she was safe in that
place, with lots of folks watching over us. I told her I was just
being careful and was sure she was safe. Cheryl tried to calm
her, too. I told her we would stay in this place for a few days
until I could get things under control. I even told her I'd let
Cheryl stay home from school for a couple of days if she was
needed her for support. Ginger thought that would be okay and,
not surprisingly, so did Cheryl. I made a mental note to call the
school in the morning to let them know what was going on.
Cheryl told me that Mike had given them a tour of our facility
and had even shown Ginger the range. She mentioned that she had
her gun with her just in case. I reminded her to keep it in a
safe place and to follow all the safety rules just like at home.
She promised she would.
I took the girls on a tour of the house. It was a three bedroom
set up with a living room, a study, a kitchen, and two bathrooms.
I told them they could have their own separate rooms, or they
could stay together in one room. The beds were all king size, so
they would have plenty of sleeping space. I knew Cheryl wanted
her own room so she could sneak out to be with me, but Ginger
wanted to share a room. They took the one at the opposite end of
the hall from mine. That gave some space between us so any noise
they made would not disturb me. At least that was Cheryl's
explanation.
The kitchen was stocked with enough food to support D-Day. From
frozen dinners to fresh and frozen meat. From fresh and canned
veggies down to PB & J for snacks and gallons of ice cream for
dessert. From an ocean of soda for the girls to a dozen large
cans of coffee for me, we had everything we could possibly need.
Everything but one item.
"Pizza!" they answered in one voice.
I blinked and looked around that the storehouse of food that
would remain untouched that night. "Pizza," I repeated in
disbelief.
Cheryl nodded. "With extra cheese, please."
"But no anchovies, please," Ginger added.
"Pizza." I was still having trouble believing it. I asked what
kind they wanted and picked up the phone. There was no dial tone
or ringing. Instead it was answered right away by a familiar
sounding voice.
"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?"
"Is that you, Amber?"
"Yes, sir, it is."
"What in the world are you doing here?"
I could hear the smile in her voice as she answered.
"Actually I'm not there, sir. This line comes right to my desk at
the office. I can sit here and do my research and also keep tabs
on what's going on there. It lets me answer any questions our
visitors may have, and it works well in case they need something
unusual that the regular agents don't know how to find."
"Very good idea. It's nice to hear a friendly voice, too. The
girls have a very difficult request for you if you think you can
handle it."
"I'm sure I can, sir. What do they need?"
"Well, they would like an extra large deep dish deluxe pizza from
Domino's. That's the one with everything on it except the kitchen
sink and anchovies. Do you think you can find a way to get that
for us?"
I could hear her laughing as she answered.
"Well, I don't know, sir. That's a pretty big order. I might have
to call for help on this one." She paused for a second and asked
me to hold the line. I waited for just a minute and she was back.
"One of our men will pick it up and deliver it to you in about
forty minutes, sir. Will there be anything else?"
"Yes, I have two questions for you. First of all what is my first
name?"
There was a hesitation before she answered
"It's Sam, sir."
"No, Amber, you're wrong. It's not 'Sam, sir.' It's just plain
'Sam.' You've been with us long enough by now to know that
everyone calls me Sam. There is no 'sir' in my name, okay?"
She was giggling by then.
"Okay, Sam. If that's what the boss says, then that's what I'll
call you."
"Thank you, Amber. Next: have you found out anything about the
property I asked you to check."
I gave her the name Wilson had provided. Amber confirmed that
she had that information. She said that only tenant was listed
in the tax records for the address. The property was actually
owned by a corporation, and she was having quite a time tracing
its officers. Because it was Sunday, trying to get the
information from the state list of corporate officers was
tedious. Her contact in the Secretary of State's office did not
work Sundays, so it would be a while before the contact could
drive to the office and open the files. I didn't ask what she had
on her contact that would get him or her to go to the office on a
Sunday. Some things the boss doesn't need to know.
"That'll be fine, Amber. Just call me here when you have
anything."
"Will do, Sam. Talk to you later."
Amber is a wonderful girl. She is brilliant and beautiful, too.
She graduated early with a degree in Library Science and a minor
in computer technology. She knows just about all there is to know
about doing research, and if it could be done with a computer,
she could do it. When it comes to the hardware, she is lost. The
girl could not turn a screw if you gave her detailed instructions
and a full tool kit. The same hands that moved at light speed
over a keyboard fumbled and dropped anything that could be called
a tool. It was a running joke at the office, but when you needed
to know something, it was Amber you called.
I hung up the phone and told the girls our pizza would arrive
shortly. We watched television while we waited. The house was
equipped with a satellite feed, so we had what seemed like about
a thousand channels to choose from. I think the girls surfed
through every one of them before settling on one of the first
they had looked at. I couldn't take it and went to the kitchen to
set the table for dinner. It wasn't much of a job. I put out
napkins and glasses for our drinks and was done.
After thirty-five minutes the phone rang. The girls just looked
at it, so I answered it.
"Yes?"
"Your pizza is arriving right now. Flores is delivering it."
"Thanks Amber."
"You're quite welcome, si.. Sam. Enjoy your dinner."
A few seconds later there was a knock on the door. I looked
through the peep hole and saw Joe Flores, one of my undercover
operatives, in a Domino's delivery uniform. I opened the door,
and he handed it to me. He turned around and left without a
word.
The girls followed me to the kitchen. We poured sodas, sat down,
and dived in. The girls proclaimed the pizza "wonderful," and it
vanished in short order. Ginger picked strawberry ice cream for
dessert.
After we ate the girls prepared for bed while I logged on the
computer to check my e-mail. There was a report from Amber
listing what little she had found out so far. It looked like the
owner of the place was well hidden in a long list of phony
corporations. I knew Amber would get the truth if anyone could. I
expected to see a report in the morning with more detail. She had
also added an update from Mike about the security at my house and
the people who would be sent to set up the surveillance at the
whorehouse.
I logged off and checked on the girls. They were just getting in
bed when I peeked in. Cheryl held out her arms for a goodnight
hug and kiss. After I gave her a big hug and a little kiss on her
forehead I turned to see Ginger holding out her arms. I gave her
the same treatment and then turned off the light and started to
close the door.
Ginger's voice was very soft behind me. "Could you leave it
open, please, Sam?"
"Sure thing sweetheart."
I phoned Amber to say everything was okay and we were turning in
for the night.
"Sleep well, Sam. We'll let you know if anything happens."
I checked the doors and windows one more time and then went to
bed. I couldn't get to sleep right away. I missed the warm little
body of my lover next to me and had a lot on my mind.
I thought about what I had done so far and what needed to be done
in the morning. Everyone was safe for now. That was the main
thing. But there were still little girls out there that needed to
be saved from a terrible life of slavery. I was determined to
make that happen. I needed more information before I could act. I
needed proof of what was going on, and I needed to know who I was
up against. Tomorrow would be an important day and would show me
where to go next.
I was almost asleep when I heard a scream from the other room.
The End of chapter 3
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