
                            Rescuing Jenny

                           by Georgie Porgie
                           12 February 1993



                    Chapter 1: Meeting in the Park

     I went to the park after work, hoping to find someone interesting
to watch.  I took along my camera, in case she was interesting enough
to be worth capturing on film.  At first I was disappointed.  The only
people I saw at the park were some men jogging, a couple of women on the
tennis courts, and some boys playing on the swings.

     Then, there she was, landing at the base of the tunnel slide,
wearing a very pretty white dress.  The sun shone on her face from
behind me and, with her legs asprawl from the landing, also on her
light pink panties.  Her long golden hair hung halfway down her back,
and waved in the gentle breeze of her movement as she quickly stood.
She had long white ribbons tied into her hair on each side, and frilly
white ankle socks.  You could almost say she was dressed for church,
except for the scuffed pink girlish running shoes on her feet.

     I quickly looked around to see who was with her, but no one seemed
to be paying any attention to her at all except me.  I raised my camera
and got a couple of quick shots of her with the sun illuminating her
beautiful hair and slender body.  She turned toward me and headed for
the merry-go-round, and I put my camera out of sight quickly.  I didn't
think she'd noticed me aiming it at her.  She might not mind me taking
pictures, but I didn't know that, and I didn't want to upset her if I
could help it.

     Wandering apparently aimlessly toward the merry-go-round, I kept
watching her out of the corner of my eye, while also checking for anyone
else with any interest in her.  I finally turned and walked up to the
merry-go-round and spoke to her.

     "Want a push?"

     "Sure, mister, thanks!" she answered, and gave me a warm smile,
an astonishingly beautiful smile like only little girls have.  I smiled
back.

     I ran once around the merry-go-round, taking the opportunity to
survey the rest of the park, for safety, then hopped on it in front of
her.  Her dress flapped up in the wind as she leaned back on her arms,
legs sprawling wide.  I stole glances at her panties, especially at the
little double mound outlining her pussy.

     "What's your name?" I asked her, now gazing at her sparkling brown
eyes and her slightly freckled cheeks.

     "Jenny," she replied.  "What's yours?"

     "Kenny," I lied.  "What about that, our names are only different by
the first letter!  How old are you, Jenny?" I asked, already guessing
the answer.

     "Seven," she told me, confirming my hunch.  I was rarely wrong
about girls from four to ten years old.  I could usually guess a girl's
age to within a few months, and I guessed Jenny was seven and a half.

     "My name is really Jennifer," she said mischievously.  "Can I call
you Kennifer?"  She started giggling, I started laughing, my heart felt
happier because of her silly little joke.

     "You can call me Kenneth if you want to."  Well, that wasn't
exactly a lie, but I was still deceiving her.  I hated doing that, but
until I knew she wasn't going to go home and tell her parents she met a
strange man in the park, I didn't dare tell her my real name.  Damn this
society I live in, for forcing me to be dishonest with her.

     "Is it ok if I take a few pictures of you?  They might even be
printed in the newspaper."  Sure they would, if I got arrested, maybe.
I ran once more around the merry-go-round to keep it spinning, and
hopped back on.  I still didn't see anyone else watching her.

     She giggled and gave her consent, and I took a few close-ups of her
smiling face and a few of wider angles, while she mugged the camera for
me.  Her dress was still blown back, letting her panties show, but I
didn't want any close-ups of her pussy unless I could take them without
embarassing her.  I wanted more pictures of her, but I still didn't feel
quite safe there in the park with her, so I put the camera back down,
and sat watching her.

     She noticed me stealing quick glances toward her pussy, and didn't
seem to mind at first, but eventually turned her legs away from me.  A
little bit of modesty, then, but not too much.  Just the right amount,
I'd say.  I gave the merry-go-round another push and hopped back on,
behind her this time.

     "Are you ticklish?" I asked, and without waiting for a reply I
started tickling her tummy on both sides.  She giggled and twisted to
escape me, and finally stood up and came around behind me and tickled
me.  We were both laughing like anything as we tickled each other.  I
jumped off the slowing merry-go-round and she chased me.  I led her
toward the climbing bars, which were screened from the tennis courts by
a thick hedge, where I again let her catch me, and we tickled each other
awhile longer.  I fell to the grass and she sat on my stomach, both of
us laughing and gasping to recover our breath.

     "That will teach you to tickle ME!" she declared.  I lay panting,
charmed by the sight of her smiling face framed against the blue sky by
the tree branches.  I enjoyed the touch of her legs around my body, her
slight weight pressing on my cock, the occasional glance I took at her
panties.  I took her hands in mine and held them, smiling up at her as
she smiled down at me victoriously.

     Suddenly, she leaned down, pressed her lips to mine in a quick
kiss, jumped up and ran into the middle of the climbing bars.  She began
climbing rapidly, showing evidence of much practice in the art, besides
what else she was showing as she raised each leg to the next bar.

     Naturally I followed, getting under her but not climbing the bars,
and asked her quietly, "Why did you do that, Jenny?  That was nice."

     "Because I like you, Kenny," she whispered back, and kept climbing
even higher.

     "I like you a lot, too, Jenny.  I think you're really nice.  I'd
like you to do that again, if you want to."

     She hesitated near the top, looking down at me.  I looked up at
her beautiful body, from that angle no longer hidden under her dress.
I turned my camera skyward and clicked a picture, hoping for luck.

     "I would but I don't want you to get in trouble from my mommy," she
finally stated.

     I pondered that for awhile, and replied "Don't worry, I promise I
won't tell, and no one will know unless you tell them.  I'll be your
friend, and friends never tell on each other, right?"

     She climbed down to the lowest bar, where her her eyes were level
with mine, and embraced me.  I put my arms around her and hugged her,
gently at first, but tighter and tighter as she squeezed me with all her
might.  We kissed again, her lips on mine, and I rocked her slowly from
side to side, caressing her back and her shoulders.  When she let go, I
was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

     "Why are you crying?" I asked her, alarmed.  "Did I hurt you?
I didn't mean to hurt you!  Are you ok?"

     "I'm ok," she reassured me, still crying softly.  "I just wish I
had a daddy again.  No one ever kisses me anymore."

     "What happened to your daddy, Jenny?" I asked, gently carrying her
from the climbing bars to a bench by the hedge.  "Did he die?"

     "No, worse," she sniffled.  "Mommy made him leave.  She had some
policemen come and take him away.  I hate policemen!  I hate them!  I
hate them!  I hate them!  I hate Mommy too!"  The ferocity of her anger
was appalling.

     "I feel the same way, about the police I mean," I whispered to her,
"but why did she want policemen to take your daddy away?"

     "She doesn't want anyone to love me," Jenny cried.  "It was right
after she found us kissing in the bathtub, right after they got married.
She got real mad, and made him let go of me and get out of the bathtub,
and then she got really really REALLY mad and said a lot of words to him
that she hits me for saying.  He didn't hit her for saying them, he just
stood there and let her yell.  I think he was crying a little.  I was
crying too, because of all the bad things Mommy was saying.  Then she
had some policemen come and take him away, and I never saw my daddy
again after that.  They wouldn't let me hug him before they took him
away, either."

     "Is your mother here with you at the park?" I queried anxiously.

     "No, but she's probably looking for me.  I was supposed to go to
my babysitter's house after school, but I ran away instead.  I'm glad
I came here, or I wouldn't have met you, Kenny."

     I cradled her in my arm and stroked her cheek, holding her on my
lap.  "I'm glad you did, too, Jenny.  But why didn't you go to your
babysitter like you usually do?"

     "Because he lets the boys he babysits do anything to me they want,
and he never stops them.  They tie me up, or handcuff me, and hurt
me.  Usually they take my clothes off me to make me be bare and naked,
too.  Mr. Carter never cares, he just yells at me to stop screaming or
he'll come in and give me something to scream about.  One time I kept
screaming, hoping he would come in and see what they were doing to me
and make them stop.  But when he came in and saw them hurting me, he
just laughed.  He said the boys had saved him the trouble of spanking me
for screaming so much.  Then he went back to watching tv, or whatever he
does.  The boys started to hurt me worse after that, and for some reason
there are more of them there when I wear a dress to school, so that's
why I ran away today."  Jenny cried through the whole story, as I
listened silently, feeling angry and helpless.

     I kissed away her tears and hugged her gently until she was calm.

     "When did you start going to that babysitter?" I asked her.

     "Right after the police took Daddy away," she told me, "He used to
stay with me after school, and we always played together until Mommy got
home.  No one ever plays with me anymore, either.  I wish I had a daddy
again.  Mommy said I had to have a babysitter near home who would spank
me if I was naughty, so she sent me to Mr. Carter.  But he only spanks
me when the boys make me be naughty.  The boys say they spank me because
they like to see me cry and struggle."

     "Have you told your mother?" I asked, without much hope.  From the
sounds of it, the bitch that Jennifer lived with was as nasty to her as
the boys at her babysitter's.

     "I did the first time, but she just spanked me and said she doesn't
want to hear any complaints.  She can't pay for a babysitter, and she
said she doesn't have to pay Mr. Carter any money for me to go there."
Jenny sobbed into my shirt and added, "I don't want to go back there,
ever!"

     "I'm so sorry," I soothed her, kissing away the tears that flowed
as she told her story.  I tried to think of some way I could rescue her,
but every choice led to a jail cell for me, with more pain at the hands
of my "fellow" criminals the likely result.  If her mother had called
the police, and if I was seen holding her in this park, I'd go straight
back to jail, and Jenny would go straight back to her babysitter's wolf
pack.

     She was crying again, and I decided that talking to her here was
too dangerous.  I couldn't just walk away from her, my heart wouldn't
let me.  I decided to take a big chance, one that could destroy my life.

     "Jenny, we can't really talk here.  Like you said, I might get in
trouble from your mommy.  But I want to keep talking to you.  I care
about you.  I love you.  Maybe even as much as your daddy does.  But if
your mommy called the police to get them to help find you, they might
take me away like they did your daddy.  You don't want them to do that,
do you?"

     She shook her head.

     "Good.  Is it ok if I take you to my home where we can talk as long
as we want, where the police and your mommy won't be able to find you?"
I already knew her answer before she nodded.  "Ok.  I want you to go to
the street that way where the cars are parked and find the red car with
the bumper sticker that has a red heart with a white question mark
inside it.  The rest of it says 'Have you hugged your kid today?' and
if you can read it, that's great.  But remember the heart, and wait for
me where you can see the red car but no one can see you.  Will you do
that?"

     "Yes, but please hurry, Kenny.  I don't want the police to take
you away too."

     'Believe me, Jenny, I'm more worried about it than you are,' I
thought to myself.
