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Subject: And Three Were Foolish  part 18
Date: 18 Jun 1996 19:57:39 -0400
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This is the eighteenth part of a complete novel. The novel was never
published so this is its first
public airing. I have re-worked some of the material and will continue to
do this on a chapter by chapter basis. The story is about three young
girls and their sexual awakening.
WARNING::: This is an ADULT story! ! !
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT or are likely to be offended by
graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, Incest, and
Paedophilia, then GO AWAY! !
Regular readers of my stories such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will
know what to expect. IF in doubt, DO NOT READ THIS! !

To those who are looking for instant gratification, slow down a bit - it
lasts longer.
This is not a short story. I have taken time to develop the characters so
that their experiences will be more real. If you're just looking for the
sex, it's here all right - but without the preceding parts it might be
difficult to follow the story and you've already missed a lot of the sex.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman

Part 18

"Just listen will you. You took my jeans and jacket last night."
"So you noticed - well done Gary."
Her voice dripped acid sarcasm down the telephone line.
"Have you forgotten what you helped yourself to last night?"
"Lucy! Will you listen? There was stuff in the pockets. It wasn't mine."
"So?"
"So the people that it belongs to want it back and believe me they won't
be too fussy how they get it."
"What's that got to do with me? It sounds like you've got a problem -
you'd better deal with it."
"Just tell me what you did with the stuff Lucy. If I don't get it back I'm
in very serious trouble."
Lucy almost felt sorry for him - he sounded frightened but she reminded
herself that he hadn't cared about her. She'd been frightened last night
but he'd laughed at her and then he'd raped her.
"I don't know what stuff you're talking about Gary. I wasn't in the mood
to look through your pockets - I'd just been raped or had you forgotten
that?
"So what've you done with the jeans?"
"I threw them away."
There was a long silence. When he spoke again his voice was quiet and
subdued.
"They'll kill me if I don't get that stuff back Lucy - where did you throw
the jeans?"
"In a rubbish bin but I don't remember where. I was too upset to think
straight. What was so important anyway?"
"I can't tell you that. Look you have to help me."
"I don't have to do anything for you Gary and I certainly won't if you
don't tell me what the big deal is."
"I told you - I can't," he replied miserably.
"Well ring me back when you can and maybe I'll try to remember something."
She banged the phone down angrily. Who the hell did he think he was? After
what he'd done - he actually expected her to help him. Her anger faded
quickly and she felt guilty. She could have told him that his things were
safe - that she had them and he could collect them. He was so melodramatic
though - all that crap about being killed. He must think she was really
stupid if he expected her to fall for any more of his lies. There had been
a lot of money in his pocket, but not enough to kill for. The phone rang
again. Her step-father popped his head around the door but she waved him
away impatiently as she picked up the receiver.
"Hello Gary. That was quick."
"Don't be funny. Look if I tell you, you've got to swear not to tell
anyone else."
"Don't flatter yourself creep. What makes you think I'd want to talk about
you or the contents of your grubby pockets."
"Okay. There was a bottle of pills."
"So?"
"So it's a new drug. Have you heard of GBH?"
"What?"
"GBH - it's a powerful aphrodisiac. One drop and you can't think about
anything but sex."
"So that's what you're on - I wondered why you had such a one track mind."
"This is serious Lucy. The pills in that bottle are ten times as powerful
as GBH. There's five hundred pills in the bottle and they sell for ten
pounds each."
"No wonder your friends are so anxious to get them back."
"Anxious isn't the word. I've got to find those pills or come up with five
grand."
"You should have given me one last night. You wouldn't have had such a
struggle."
"Don't be silly. I was selling them. I wouldn't use them on anyone that I
know. The effects last for about twelve hours - one of those and you'd be
fucking everything in sight."
Lucy suddenly remembered. A cold chill clutched her spine. No wonder she
felt ill this morning - she'd taken two of the damned things. That
explained her wild dreams last night - and this morning... She'd wanted
her step-father so badly that it hurt and now she knew why. She tried to
keep her voice light and unconcerned.
"You'd have had to have given me at least two, to make me to want to do
anything with you."
"You don't understand Lucy. You wouldn't have a say in it and you wouldn't
have to like the person. One pill and you'd let anyone or anything fuck
you. If there wasn't a man around, you'd go with a woman and if there
wasn't a woman - well anything would do. Nobody takes two - they don't
need to."
"But if they did?"
"Why should I care. As long as they pay me. Why are you so interested?"
"Just curious - I've never heard of anything like that before."
"Yeah well if you're smart you'll keep it that way."
"Don't patronise me creep - it might affect my memory."
"I'm not an expert - I only sell the bloody things. The guy who makes them
just said to warn people not to take more than one. At a tenner a go, I
shouldn't think they'd need persuading."
"Do you think it would be dangerous?"
"I don't think so but, from what I've heard the effect lasts a lot longer.
Not just twice as long - maybe days - I just don't know. It's a bit like
pot - the effects come in waves. You feel perfectly normal one minute and
then bingo!"
Lucy felt her legs go weak. 
"I'll have to ring you back Gary when I've had a chance to think."
The front door slammed closed and Lucy glanced up from where she was
hunched over a mug of coffee at the kitchen table. She couldn't decide
what to do about Gary. He deserved whatever happened to him but it would
be her responsibility if anything did. She might have wished him dead the
night before but she wouldn't have killed him.
She felt her step-father's presence before he spoke. "Lucy?"
"Not now Harry. I'm thinking."
"I wanted to talk."
"I know what you want and it isn't conversation."
He sat down opposite her and leaned his elbows heavily on the table. 
"What do you expect me to do?"
"I expect you to go away and leave me alone. I told you, I'm thinking."
"Aren't you going back to bed?"
"Not till you've gone to work."
"I thought you were ill?"
Lucy laughed dryly. "Oh yes! And you've got just the medicine for me I
suppose."
"I thought you wanted to - you know."
"I've changed my mind. Look just leave me alone will you?"
"You can have all day to think, after I've gone to work."
"After you've fucked me, you mean. Well you had your chance and you blew
it. Now you might never get to fuck me."
She stood up and felt a wave of dizziness flood over her. Her step-father
caught her and held firmly as she gripped the edge of the table for
support. She closed her eyes until the feeling passed. It surprised her
that he sounded genuinely concerned.
"Are you all right Lucy? What's the matter?"
"I must have got up too quickly. I felt giddy for a moment."
"You should be in bed. Do you want me to ring for the doctor?"
She looked at him curiously as her head cleared and she regained her
balance. He sounded quite worried about her. Maybe he did think more of
her than just a quick fuck. She suddenly felt sorry that she'd teased him.
"If you call the doctor, he might not get here till lunch time."
"I know but if I don't call him, he won't get here at all."
"On the other hand he could arrive at any time. That'd spoil your plans
for the morning wouldn't it?"
"You've already done that. Shall I call him or not?"
He was still holding her close even though she no longer needed his
support. She looked up and smiled at him.
"No, I don't think so. I'm going for a bath."
She paused thoughtfully. "You can do my back if you like."
"I'd rather do your front."
"I bet you would. We'll see how well you do my back first."
She poked her tongue out at him but cheeky gesture turned into something
else when she slid it invitingly across her moist lips. She wriggled free
of his arms and he didn't try to stop her. Halfway to the door she turned
back to him. Standing on her toes, she still had to stretch to reach his
lips as she kissed him softly. He gasped as her fingers fluttered briefly
over his groin.
"Give me five minutes - and you'd better bring that with you when you
come."
She couldn't understand the sudden change in her mood. Only minutes ago
she'd felt ashamed and disgusted at what they'd done together, and now she
was like a cat on heat again. She could tell from the puzzled expression
on his face that he was equally confused but from what she'd just felt
between his legs, he wouldn't be able to wait the full five minutes....



"So what did you do?" said Allie, "did you give Gary his stuff back?"
"Not yet - I was more worried about what happened with Harry."
"Harry? Who's he?" said Trish. "You're confusing me with all these men."
"He's my step-father."
"Oh so it's first names now is it?"
"That's not funny Allie. What am I supposed to call him after I sucked his
cock and let him fuck me... Daddy?"
"None of it's funny Luce," said Trish, "and none of it was your fault
either."
"Well no-one made me do it."
"Yes they did. Those tablets you took - I know about them. They're evil
and I'd have turned Gary into the police just for having them."
"They sound like fun," said Allie.
"They aren't. Men only buy them for one reason, to get women to do things
that they wouldn't dream of doing normally."
"You've no idea what I dream about," said Allie with a contented smile.
"Shut up Allie, this serious. How do you know so much Trish? Have you
taken them?" asked Lucy.
"Let's just say I know a lot about them and the men who use them."
"Still sounds like fun," said Allie.
"Not if you think about the kind of man who'd want to use them. How would
you have felt if your Mr Groves-Ormsby had slipped you one before he tried
to get you to suck him off?"
Allie shrugged. "I'd probably have done it anyway if I hadn't been taken
by surprise. I'd like to know what it's like."
Trish shook her head and tried to hide her distaste. 
"That's up to you, but you've got a choice Allie. A lot of youngsters go
to clubs and think that they're buying Ecstasy tablets. They're easy prey
for the dirty bastards who sell them this stuff."
"Well if they're dumb enough to do E's they're asking for trouble," said
Allie casually.
"What? Like people with healthy lungs who poison them with cigarettes? We
all do dumb things and some of us learn from them but I'm talking about
kids Allie. They don't get a second chance once they've been trapped. You
know? Child pornography - prostitution - slavery... still sound like fun?"
Allie said nothing. She pulled a face of apology and turned away.
"So it wasn't me wanting to... to... you know..." said Lucy, sounding
relieved.
"No it wasn't you. In fact some of it was my fault."
"Don't be daft Trish. You can't take the blame for what I did. I stole the
tablets from Gary and I took them."
"You didn't know what they were though. I knew, so I'm as guilty as Gary
Scumbag for what happened to you."
Allie looked as confused as Lucy. 
"What do you mean Trish? How can you be to blame?"
Trish sat heavily on the edge of the bed. 
"Is there any of that wine left?"
Lucy passed her the bottle and sat next to her. She took her friend's hand
and pressed her fingers into the palm.
"Tell us Trish. You've probably got it out of proportion like I did."
"I doubt it. Anyway you remember I was looking for a job. Well I'd reached
the point where I was about ready to give up...."

To be continued

The Englishman.

About 5 - 6 parts left to go.
Now would be a great time to fill out a short note to let me know how it's
going. 
Are you confused - excited - bored rigid - just rigid?
Is it heading where you expected?
Is it too much/too little/ too long/ too short?
Too explicit/too tame/too predictable/ too Twin peaks.

