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Never Any Excuse Chapter 9 (Mg, Mf, fg, ped, cons)
by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)
When I arrived at Mother's the door was answered by Mary. She
asked me to come in and led me to the living room. I took a seat
while she went to tell Mother I was there. A few minutes later
she returned to say that Mother would be with me shortly. Then
she turned and motioned to someone just out of sight in the hall.
One by one all the girls trooped out and lined up in front of me.
All except Ginger. They were all smiling but looked a bit
nervous. Once they were all lined up Mary stepped forward and
spoke.
"We all wanted to thank you, Sam, for all you did for us. You not
only rescued some of us but you saved all of us from abuse by
those terrible men. We asked Mother and Jennie and even Ginger
what we could do to thank you. They all said that the only thanks
you would want was for us to say thank you. So here we are to do
that."
Having finished Mary stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek
and said thank you. She was followed by the next oldest who did
the same thing. And one by one, in age order, they each kissed my
cheek and said thank you. When they were done I found it hard to
speak. My eyes were moist as looked at the group of happy little
girls.
"You are quite welcome, ladies. And thank you for the nice
kisses. I'm glad you are all happy and safe."
They all giggled and left the room. It was planned, I guess,
because Mother entered as the girls left.
"Are you here to see me or Ginger, Sam?"
"I guess I better see Ginger."
"Well, then I guess you'll have to go to her room. She refuses to
come out even for you."
I got up and followed Mother to Ginger's room. She knocked
lightly on the door, and when there was no answer she opened it
slightly and peeked in.
"Sam is here to see you, Ginger. I think you need to let him come
in and talk to you. It's only polite, and you owe him that."
There was silence for a minute, and then a small voice said,
"Come in".
Mother stood aside, and I entered the small bedroom. Mother
closed the door and left us alone. I was shocked by what I saw.
Ginger was sitting on her bed wearing a dirty T-Shirt and nothing
else I could see. It took me a moment to realize it was one of
mine she had taken for a nightshirt. She looked terrible. She had
lost weight, and her eyes were swollen and red. She looked dirty,
as if she had not bathed for weeks. All in all I thought she
looked worse than when I first saw her. I knew then that I had to
do something no matter how painful it might be for me.
I walked over and sat down next to her. She refused to look at me
and just sat there with her eyes downcast and her hands twisting
together.
"I'm sorry, Ginger. I have treated you badly and failed to keep
my promise to you and to Cheryl. I said I would protect you and
take care of you, and instead I have ignored you. That was wrong,
and I'm very sorry. Can you forgive me?"
"It's my fault, not yours. If I hadn't run away you would never
have had any trouble, and Cheryl would still be with you. She
died because of me, and now you hate me and I understand that."
"You're wrong, Ginger. You did nothing bad to cause what
happened. It was George and his gang that were doing wrong and
hurting you and the other girls. If you had not let me help you,
the others would still be there being hurt. You wouldn't want
that would you?"
"Nooo. But...."
"No buts, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. I made some mistakes
and failed to protect you and Cheryl, but that was not your
fault."
"But you hate me now. That's why you sent me away that night."
"No, it's not. I don't hate you. I love you. I was hurting, and I
forgot about anyone else's feelings. That was a mistake I made,
not something you did."
She had been crying quietly the whole time we talked, but now she
looked up at me with sad eyes looking for an answer.
"Do you really love me, Sam?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I do. Now can I have a hug?"
She threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around me in a big
hug. I just held her for a while. I thought she needed to be held
more than anything. It was hard for me because it brought back
memories of Cheryl in my arms, but I managed to hold on. Then she
pulled back a little and looked into my eyes.
"I'm very sorry, Sam. I know you loved her. So did I."
"I know love. And so did she. We all loved one another, and you
and I will always remember her with love. But we need to go on
with our lives. She would want us to."
"Okay, Sam. But I don't know what to do."
"Well, the first thing we need to do is give you a bath. You are
a little stinky right now."
She smiled, and I picked her up and held her in my arms as I
walked out the door. Mother was waiting in the hall, and I told
her I was going to give Ginger a bath. She hesitated for a moment
and then nodded and led me to the bathroom. When I went in she
closed the door behind me, leaving Ginger and me alone in the
closed bathroom. She knew what was going to happen and gave her
tacit approval by her actions. I set Ginger down on the closed
toilet seat and turned to fill the tub. As it was filling I
looked around and found some bubble bath to put in. I swished the
water around to get the bubbles nice and frothy and then turned
to Ginger.
"Slip the shirt off, sweetheart, and get in the tub. I'll sit
here with you while you soak, and then I'll wash your back."
"I want you to give me a bath like before. I want you to wash me
all over and then rinse me off and dry me like a little girl."
"I don't think I should do that. You are a big girl, and I
shouldn't even be in here with you."
"You said you love me. If you do then you'll give me my bath like
before."
She had me. I knew that was what would happen, and I'm sure
Mother did too. I had no choice. I had to bathe her, and I did. I
let her soak for a while and just watched her. I could see the
tension ease out of her body as the hot water did it's job. When
it started to get cool I got a wash cloth and soap and started to
clean her now frail body. I made a complete job of it just as
before. I did her hands and arms and then her feet and legs. I
stopped short of her crotch and moved around to her back. Then I
had her stand up and I washed her bottom making sure to get it
all. She shivered when I ran the cloth between her cheeks and
over her anus. Then I started the front. I avoided her breasts at
first and did the rest of her chest and tummy. Then I did the
tops of her thighs. All that was left was her little titties and
her pussy.
I knew the drill and put down the cloth. I soaped up my hands and
ran them over her breasts, getting them both clean and excited.
Her nipples got hard and stuck out proudly. She sighed and
pressed her chest against my hand for firmer contact. Then I
slipped my hand down over her mound. I cleaned around the outer
edges of her pussy with my soapy hand and then rinsed it off.
With no soap on my hand I went back to her pussy and washed it. I
ran my fingers up and down in the folds between her labia. I
slipped a finger tip into her vagina slightly and then up over
her clit. She was not long in reaching her orgasm. I caught her
in my arms as she lost her balance and almost fainted.
I held Ginger in my arms as I drained the tub. It looked like a
mud hole it was so dirty. I took the shower nozzle and rinsed the
tub and then Ginger until she was nice and clean and fresh. I
picked her up and stood her on the bath mat as I used a big towel
to dry her. There were a lot of sighs and moans as I passed over
tender parts. When I was finished I wrapped a towel around her
and carried her back to her room.
As we entered her room I closed the door and then placed her on
the bed. She lay there on her back watching me expectantly. I
looked around and found some skin cream. I sat on the edge of the
bed and rolled her over on her stomach. I started at her neck and
began to rub cream into her neck and shoulders and then her back.
I didn't miss a spot. I did her ass cheeks and then moved down
her legs. Next I rolled her over on her back and continued with
the rubdown. A spent extra time on her titties, as she wanted,
and then finished her tummy and legs. I made very sure her pussy
lips were well covered and soothed. She came again but quietly.
By the time I was done I was shaking and near collapse myself. It
had been a very difficult thing to do, since it was what I used
to do with Cheryl. I fought with the memories the whole time I
was trying to please Ginger. When she realized I was done she sat
up and hugged me. We held each other for a few minutes. Then she
moved away a little and looked in my eyes again.
"Thank you, Sam. I guess you really do love me."
"Yes, I do. But now it's time for you to get something to eat.
You have been a naughty little girl and look like you are
starved. Now get dressed and come down to the kitchen. Okay?"
"Okay."
I left her to get dressed and went to talk to Mother. She was in
the kitchen, as I expected, fixing something for Ginger.
"She'll be down in a minute to eat something. She's all clean,
and I think she feels better now. She understands I'm not mad at
her, and I even got a little smile out of her. I think she'll be
okay now."
I sat down, and Mother gave me a cup of coffee. After a few
minutes Ginger came in looking a lot better. You could still see
how skinny she looked, but at least she was clean and smiling a
little. She sat down, and Mother served her a big plate of
spaghetti with meat sauce. I could see she loved it, and the
first plate was gone in no time. The second took longer but was
cleaned off too. She finally sat back and looked at us with a
satisfied look. Then she burped. It was a big one and loud too.
She looked embarrassed at first, but when she saw both Mother and
I laughing she burst out in giggles too.
"Well, little one, it's time for me to go home."
"Okay. I'll go get my things and be ready in a minute."
I started to say something, but Mother stopped me with a look. I
knew I couldn't take Ginger with me, and so did Mother. But
Mother knew that if I said it, Ginger would think I was rejecting
her so she replied for me.
"I'm sorry, Ginger, but you can't go with Sam. The county has
placed you with me, and you have to stay here at least for now."
"But.. But I want to go home with Sam where I belong."
It broke my heart to see and hear her pleading. But there was no
way I could do it legally, and I wasn't ready to have another
little girl in my home so soon after Cheryl. Mother went to
Ginger and held her, much as she had me earlier in the day. She
soothed her and explained it again, and finally Ginger seemed to
accept it. I promised to come visit again in a day or so. I
explained I had a lot to do but would not forget her. I kissed
her and hugged her and left. Driving home was hard with the tears
in my eyes.
I went in to the office late the next morning. Amber met me and
told me the room was ready whenever I wanted to review the case
files. I thanked her and after checking to see if there were any
messages I went in and started the review. There were a lot of
tapes and videos and reports to watch and read. It took me over
two hours. That was partly because I had to stop several times to
get my emotions under control. When I finished I went to see
Amber and told her she could wrap it all up and file it. I had
seen enough.
"I'll take care of it, Sam. Do you feel up to talking about the
arrangements for Cheryl and Joanne?"
I nodded and sat down, and she went over the plans. It all
sounded fine to me, and I made only one change. I asked that the
flowers be limited and donations be made in their names to
Mother's Home for Girls in their place. She agreed that would be
appropriate. The funeral would be held at the large chapel in the
funeral home in two days. That would give them time to set things
up and take care of the bodies. I told her it was all very nice
and thanked her.
I stopped by to see Grace. She told me the lawyer had said there
was no need for any papers to be signed. She and Mike already had
authority as officers of the company to run things until I
decided what I wanted to do. I told her I was not going to come
back in after that day unless there was something they needed but
that I would be available by phone if required. I thanked her and
went to my office.
I cleaned out my desk and made sure nothing was pending. Once
that was done I went home. I pretty much stayed there and grieved
until the day of the funeral.
Grace and Amber had decided that it would be better to have a
double funeral instead of two separate ones. When I arrived at
the funeral home I found a large number of people had already
arrived. I was surprised at how many and would be further
surprised later when the chapel filled up.
I sat in the front row with Amber by my side. I was there for
Cheryl and she was there for Joanne. On the other side of me was
Ginger and then all the girls from Mother's. I looked around and
saw a group from the P.D. led by Wilson and including some
friends of mine and others I later learned were friends of
Joanne. Beth was there and sat with a group from the FBI. Most of
the rest were employees of the company. It looked like about half
the staff were there.
The service was brief with a short eulogy for Cheryl given by
Grace and one for Joanne given by Mike. I couldn't tell you what
they said, but others told me later they had been very nice.
After the service the caskets were rolled out to be taken to the
cemetery. Representatives of all the groups there acted as
pallbearers. They were led by Mike and Wilson. There was no way I
could handle it, so I was not included. I was a basket case, and
if not for Amber and Mother I would not have survived it.
Everyone followed us out to the cemetery for a brief grave side
ceremony. I found out later that the employees had split into two
groups, with one going to the chapel and the other to the grave
after switching to cover work. Everyone experienced at least a
part of the days events. At one point, when I was staring off
into the distance, I thought I saw a shadowy figure lurking way
off to the side. I'm sure it was Rat, but he always denied it.
I took a few more days to just mope around before going back to
visit Ginger. When I got there Mother sat down with me in the
living room after telling the girls we needed to have a private
conversation.
"What's up, Mother?"
"I need to ask you some questions, Sam. First of all, how are you
doing now?
"Better. I'm slowly getting better."
"Good. Now to the hard stuff. Do you really love Ginger? Don't
answer too fast. Think a minute first."
After I gave it some thought I told her I did.
"You know that she is too old for adoption, don't you?"
"I hadn't thought about it, but I guess you're right."
"Do you know what that means? Do you know what will happen to
her?"
"I suppose she'll be in foster care until she's old enough to go
out on her own."
"That's right. If she's lucky they'll let her stay here, but I
may not be able to keep her. It's overcrowded here now."
"Oh."
"Would you like her to live with you, Sam? Would you like to be
her foster family?"
"I don't know if I could do that Mother. Even if I wanted to, I
don't think the County Welfare would allow it. A single male
taking care of a young girl is not what they like to see."
"Maybe. But would you if they would let you?"
I sat there thinking about it. It would be very hard to deal
with. I wasn't sure I could handle it. Then I remembered a
promise I made to Cheryl. I promised to take care of Ginger.
There was no way I could allow her to be swallowed up by the
system.
"Yes, Mother, I will if I am allowed to."
"Well then, I have a surprise for you. Pending your acceptance of
the responsibility you are to be named her foster father and
given full legal custody of her. It's all set and just needs your
signature."
"But how can that be? Who arranged it.
"Your friends flooded the County with letters and phone calls.
They finally came out and interviewed Ginger. They made no
promises but asked her where she would like to live if she had a
choice. There was no hesitation and she answered "With Sam." They
went to see a judge, and he agreed it would be in Ginger's best
interest to be allowed to live with you. I think they did it in
self-defense. They had the Police Department and the FBI and the
U.S. Attorney all giving them hell, and that doesn't begin to
mention all the others who know you."
I was floored. All this had been done behind my back but in a way
that allowed me to decide and not risk Ginger feeling rejected if
I said no. Like there was really any chance of that.
"So what do I have to do?"
"You need to take Ginger down to the County Welfare and sign some
papers. Then take her home where she belongs."
"Then I guess we better get Ginger and see if this is really what
she wants."
Mother called Ginger, and when she saw me she ran over and hugged
me tight. I told her what was going on and asked her if she was
sure that was what she wanted. She said yes and was jumping up
and down with joy at the thought that it might happen. I told
Mother we'd be back for her things later, and off we went to get
the papers signed.
The whole thing took about fifteen minutes. I think they were
glad to get it over with and not have to hear from any more of my
friends. We picked up Ginger's things from Mother's and went
home.
Ginger and I settled in slowly. She was moved into Cheryl's room.
I arranged for her to attend school, and we went shopping for
more clothes. She was a lot like Cheryl in many ways. That
includes bad dreams that caused her to end up in my bed from time
to time. I made it a point to avoid anything sexual so as not to
risk losing her. The County sent an inspector around a couple of
times, but they seemed to be satisfied that all was well.
The charges against me were settled as agreed to, and I sat out
my six months suspension before I decided to return to work.
There just wasn't any way I could sit around all day waiting for
Ginger to come home.
As a result of the case and the publicity it garnered my company
was swamped with requests for help. It grew even bigger, and we
were all kept busy.
All those involved were sent to prison, and most are still there.
George never made it out. He was raped and murdered in his cell
at the state prison. Nobody mourned his loss.
I managed to keep my pants zipped for almost a year. Ginger
managed to get me to bathe her from time to time and even to get
her off with either my mouth or my hand. By the time her
fourteenth birthday came around I was as horny as a goat and
twice as frustrated. I asked her what she wanted for her
birthday, and she told me she wanted me to make love to her. At
first I refused, but after a while I gave in.
I really wanted to make love to her and had for some time. I was
just scared of what might happen. I was so afraid that I'd lose
her, too, if I let myself fall too much in love with her. But
falling in love is not something we can control.
I threw a party for Ginger on her birthday. We invited all the
girls from Mother's and some from her school. There were even a
few boys from school who came. The party was a roaring success,
and when it was over she was bubbling with happiness. Then she
came and sat on my lap.
"You didn't give me my present yet, Sam. Where is it?"
"I think you've had a big enough day today. Go take your bath and
get ready for bed. Maybe if you do it fast enough I'll give you
your present tonight. If not, then you'll have to wait."
She kissed me and ran off to do as I had told her. I quickly
closed up and turned off the lights for the night. I went to my
room, got undressed, and after taking care of a few things got in
bed. I waited.
It took her under half an hour before I heard her calling me.
"I'm ready for bed, Sam. Where are you?"
"I'm in here, sweetheart."
She came running into the room and looked around.
"Where's my present? I did what you said, and I was real fast.
Now where is it?"
I motioned for her to come closer to the bed. Then I pointed to
the covers over me.
"It's under here."
She reached down, grasped the covers, and pulled them down off my
body. There she found a big red bow tied around my penis. Said
penis was already hard from just thinking about what was to come.
"What's this, Sam. Why is there a bow on your.... Oh, Sam! Do you
mean... Is my present what I think it is? Are you going to make
love to me?"
"Yes, my love. That is exactly what I'm going to do as soon as
you unwrap your gift."
Her hands were shaking as she tried to be careful about undoing
the bow. She finally gave up and just pulled it off. Then she
leaned down and kissed the tip gently as she held it in her hot
little hand.
I made love to her much the same way I had made love that last
time to Cheryl. I covered her with kisses. I licked all around
her body. I sucked on her titties and licked her pussy till she
came and then did it again. I explored every nook and cranny of
her lovely little body. She had regained her weight and was
filling out in other ways too. Her breasts had started to develop
nicely and were about an A cup by then. Her little ass was round
and firm, and I loved kissing and caressing it.
After I had brought her to three orgasms she pulled me up for a
kiss. Then she broke the kiss, and, looking deep into my eyes,
she asked for the rest of her gift.
"Please take me now, Sam. Put it in me and show me what it's like
to be loved."
"Alright, love. Let me put on a condom, and I'll give you the
rest of your gift."
"You don't need to, Sam. I'm on the pill and have been for
months. I'll explain later. Just do it now. Please?"
I didn't waste any more time. I slipped my cock into her tight
hole and pushed it deep into her. She groaned and pulled me
close. I gave her a minute to get used to being filled, and then
I started to move. I went slowly at first, and she began to meet
my strokes. Little by little we speeded up until we were going at
it like we were crazy. We were crazy. Crazy in love.
Neither of us lasted very long. She was already worked up from
three orgasms, and I was way too horny from not getting laid for
so long. We came together as I plunged deeply into her tight
pussy and held my cock against her cervix. We were motionless as
the feelings swept over us, and after a moment we just collapsed
on the bed. It had been wonderful for both of us, and I was glad
I had finally relented and given her what she wanted so much.
She explained later that Mother, who was her source for female
questions and topics, had arranged for her to go on the pill. I
asked if she had told Mother why she needed it. She said no, and
Mother did not ask. I am quite sure Mother knew the answer and
didn't need to ask. She is a wonderful woman and knows her girls.
If she had not arranged for the pills, Ginger might have gotten
them some other way that was not safe. Or she might have had sex
with someone and gotten pregnant. Mother knew what was right.
Since that night Ginger sleeps in my bed with me, except when she
has friends over for a pajama party of something. She has lots of
friends at school, and the girls from Mother's come over singly
or as a group from time to time. They are all happy and thriving.
Ginger says that she wants to marry me when she turns eighteen. I
told her we would see. She is a beautiful young lady, and I
expect she will soon meet a boy her own age and fall in love. I
will deal with that when it happens. I only want what's best for
her.
Oh yes. I gave Ginger Cheryl's little .22 so she would feel safe
when I'm not around. She has trained with Mike and is an expert
marksman now. God, how I hope she never needs it for anything but
targets.
The end.
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