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   Written by Janus Copyright 2004
   The Rest Stop
   "Hurry up, Amanda," Travis Blackwell said to his younger sister.  The
two children were walking in the cool night air to a rest stop somewhere in
Illinois.  Amanda followed Travis into the deserted restroom area and
entered the men's restroom with him.
   They were traveling on a cross-country trip with their father from Des
Moines, Iowa to Boston to visit their grandparents.  Todd Blackwell waited
in the car with a watchful eye as his kids trotted to the bathroom, with
Travis walking a good ten feet ahead of his little sister.  Although eight
years old, Amanda was afraid to use the bathroom alone and her older
brother had to accompany her, meaning they two kids were forced to use the
men's restroom.
   In the restroom Amanda made a beeline for the bathroom stall, ignoring
the bank of urinals.  Closing the door behind her, she pushed her jeans and
underwear to her ankles and sat down.  The restroom was empty because it
was almost eleven P.M.  Her father worked the third-shift at a dried-soup
packaging plant so they had begun their journey a little past ten P.M.. 
Amanda was excited because she liked long car trips but the only problem
was that she constantly had to go to the bathroom.  Her father always said
she took after her mother and had to go pee every hour.  The men in the
Blackwell family apparently had bladders of steel because Travis and her
father rarely had to use a rest stop bathroom.
   Amanda had barely sat down when she heard Travis yell at her, "Are you
almost done yet?"
   "No!" Amanda yelled back, her voice echoing throughout the
porcelain-clad bathroom.
   Travis rolled his eyes.  He was four years older than Amanda and he felt
much older and wiser since he was twelve years old and she was only eight.
"I'm going to look at the vending machines," he yelled to her.
   "Wait!" Amanda cried.  "I'm almost done!" But it was too late.  She
heard Travis footsteps fade away and then the gentle `thud' of the restroom
door as it closed behind him.  Amanda swallowed nervously as she tried to
hurry up.  She had always been fearful of using public restrooms and rest
stops were the worst.  If her mom had accompanied them, she would have
escorted her daughter to the ladies' restroom and waited, but her mother
had been unable to take time off to visit the grandparents.
   She heard the restroom door open and someone entered.  The `click,
click' sound of boot heels on the tile informed her it wasn't Travis with
his sneakers.  It didn't matter, Amanda was done peeing anyway.  She
reached for the toilet paper but found the dispenser was empty.  The young
girl panicked for a moment, wishing Travis hadn't left her.
   "Um, hello?" she said.  "Is someone there?  I need some toilet paper
please." She heard the click-clack sound approach the stall next to her.
   "Why, certainly, young lady, I can help you," a voice said.  She heard
the sound of the toilet roll dispenser unwinding the next stall.
   "Oh, thank you," Amanda said gratefully.  "Could you just pass it under
the wall here?"
   The stranger chuckled.  "No, no, let me hand it to you.  Can you unlock
your stall door for me?"
   Amanda balked for a moment.  She didn't like the idea of some stranger
seeing her sitting on the toilet.  But she needed that toilet paper and her
dad and Travis were waiting... "Um, okay," Amanda said, reaching up and
straining to release the catch on the door.  "Okay, it's open."
   The stranger opened the door and peered in at her.  Amanda blushed,
feeling embarrassed.  The man appeared to be in his forties and he wore a
bright orange hunting cap.  He seemed quite rugged in his worn pants and
jacket vest over his plaid shirt.  He smiled at Amanda and she returned his
smile, amused by his bushy eyebrows and mustache.
   Amanda reached for the toilet paper but he didn't hand it to her.  "What
are you doing in the men's restroom?" he asked her instead.
   Amanda looked at the floor sheepishly as she explained.  "I don't like
using the women's bathroom all alone.  My brother was supposed to wait for
me but he left."
   "That's not very nice," the stranger said, opening the door a little
wider.  Amanda felt very exposed, sitting on the toilet before this unknown
man.  She kept her thighs clenched together and leaned forward, trying to
hide her private area.
   "Can I have the toilet paper?" Amanda asked politely.
   "Well, of course," the man said agreeably.  But instead of handing it to
her, he stepped inside the stall and closed the door behind him.  Amanda
looked at him, surprised.
   "What are you doing?" she asked.
   "It's not right for little girls to have to use the bathroom all alone,"
he told her.  "Tell you what, why don't you let me wipe for you?" He
reached toward her midsection with the toilet paper.
   "Oh no!" Amanda exclaimed, her face reddening even more in
embarrassment. Why wouldn't he leave her alone?  "It's okay!  I can do it
myself if you give me the toilet paper."
   "Now, now," the stranger said, squatting before her.  "Just be a good
girl and let me do it..." He parted her knees with his hands.  Amanda tried
to protest and keep her legs closed but he was insistent.  She found
herself relaxing her legs and letting her legs fall open, exposing herself.
   "That's a good girl," the man said to her.  He reached between her legs
with the toilet paper and gently wiped her peehole, swabbing several times
between her lips.  "There!" he said.  "All clean!"
   Amanda noticed he was still staring between her legs, even after he had
withdrawn his hand.  She shifted uncomfortably on the toilet.  The man
stared at her bald slit for a long moment, drinking in the plump flesh of
her crotch.
   "Tell you what," the man said, "I better check and make sure I did a
good job..." Before Amanda could protest, the stranger reached between her
legs again.  This time, she felt his bare finger caressing her privates,
stroking her undeveloped lips and quickly probing the depths of her
virginal hole.
   But then it was over before she could react.  The stranger pulled away
his hand and beamed at her.  "All clean now!" he informed her cheerfully.
His demeanor was so friendly and jovial that Amanda found herself smiling
too.  He stood up and Amanda hopped off the toilet and pulled her pants
back up.
   "Aren't you such a pretty girl!" the man told her, tucking a strand of
her brown hair behind her ears.  Amanda smiled demurely at his compliment.
Standing only four feet tall, she was indeed a beautiful little girl with
her naturally curly hair that fell in wavy ringlets around her pretty face.
   The pair exited the bathroom stall together.  "You're lucky I came
along," he told her as they washed their hands.  "You might have been stuck
sitting there all night without toilet paper, huh?" He laughed and Amanda
laughed with him.  Whatever tense moment there had been was now gone and
the eight year old girl didn't feel disturbed or troubled at all by what
just happened.
   "So where are you headed for?" the man asked her.
   "Boston," Amanda replied.  "We're visiting my grandparents."
   "Well how about that!" the man said admiringly.  He reached into his
vest and pulled out a can of Mountain Dew.  "Here, take this," he urged
her. "That's a long drive and you'll get mighty thirsty on a drive like
that!"
   "Thank you," Amanda said gratefully, surprised by his kindness.  She was
drying her hands now but the man was already done washing and was headed
for the exit."
   "Take care!" he wished her cheerfully over his shoulder.  Amanda waved
goodbye.  Just before paused before letting the restroom door close behind
him.  "Say, what was your name, pretty girl?"
   Amanda blushed a little.  "I'm Amanda," she said shyly.
   The man touched the bill of his orange hunting camp.  "Pleased to meet
you, Amanda," he said, smiling.  Then he turned and left.  The door shut
and she was alone in the restroom again.  Wiping her hands on her pants,
Amanda left the men's restroom and went to search for Travis.  The lobby of
the rest stop was completely empty so she headed for the car.  As she
suspected, Travis was already sitting in the passenger seat with her
father.
   "Thanks for waiting for me, jerk," she said, climbing into the backseat
of the car.
   Her father started the car and they began pulling out of the rest stop.
"Travis," he said, "you better wait for your sister next time.  I don't
like her being all alone in the bathroom like that."
   "Okay, okay," Travis grumbled.  The car merged back onto the freeway and
picked up speed.  Amanda opened her Mountain Dew and began drinking it as
she watched the nighttime scenery whiz past her car window.
   CHAPTER TWO
   Amanda sat wide awake in the back seat as the car zipped along blank
highways and nameless towns.  She had finished her Mountain Dew an hour
earlier and now she had to pee again.  Bad.
   "Daddy," Amanda said wincing, "is there going to be a rest stop soon?"
   Her father sighed.  "Amanda, we just stopped for gas less than twenty
minutes ago," he said, exasperated.  "I asked if you if you wanted to go
and you said no."
   "I'm sorry!" the young girl said miserably.  "I have to go really bad
all of a sudden."
   "All right, all right, I think there's a rest stop up ahead."
   The car exited off the highway and pulled into a rest stop.  They were
somewhere in Indiana now and it was a little past midnight.  As soon as the
car stopped rolling, Amanda opened the door and started walking quickly to
the restroom, cupping her crotch desperately as she trotted.  "Travis, go
with your sister," his dad ordered.
   "But dad..." the boy protested.
   "Go!"
   Sullenly, Travis got out of the car and trudged after Amanda who,
fearful as ever, was still waiting for him outside the men's restroom door.
Entering the rest stop, he noticed it had a convenience store that was open
24 hours.
   "Amanda, you go ahead," he waved her along.
   "Travis," she whined, "you're supposed to come in with me!"
   He rolled his eyes.  "Fine," he muttered and started walking after her
into the men's restroom.  But as soon as Amanda shut herself in the stall,
he called out, "I'll wait for you in the convenience store, okay?"
   "Travis!" Amanda shivered.  Just the fact that it was after midnight
made her afraid to be alone.  Hurriedly, she pushed her pants and undies
down and sat to pee.  A wave of relief washed over her as her bladder began
to empty.  She tore off some toilet paper and wiped herself clean.
   Amanda had just pulled up her pants when she heard the restroom door
open and the oddly familiar click-clack sound of a heel against the tiled
floor.  Thinking nothing of it, she unlocked the stall door and was just
out the door when she bumped into someone.
   "Excuse me..." Amanda began.  Then she looked up and recognized the
face. It was the same man from the previous rest stop with the bushy
mustache and orange hunting cap.  "Oh, hi!" she said, surprised to see him.
   "Why hello, Amanda!" the man said.  He seemed happy to see her.  "Did
you have to use the bathroom again?"
   "Yes, I had to go really bad," Amanda told him.
   "Did you have enough toilet paper this time?" his eyes twinkled at her.
   "Oh yes," Amanda replied, moving to wash her hands at the sink.
   "Did you do a good job of wiping yourself clean?" the stranger asked. 
Without waiting for an answer, he took her shoulder and tried to steer her
toward one of the stalls.  "You better let me check," he told her.
   "Oh no, it's okay," Amanda said, resisting.  "I have to go.  My brother
is waiting for me in the store."
   "I said, you'd better let me check," the stranger repeated.  There was
an edge to his voice this time.  Surprised, Amanda looked up and saw his
reflection in the mirror.  Instead of the kind face she had been expecting,
there was a half-snarl on his face.
   Before she could realized it, the stranger took both her shoulders and
dragged her into a stall.  "Hey!" Amanda protested as he locked the stall
door.  Her adrenaline was rushing now and her heartbeat fluttering.  "What
are you doing!"
   Moving too quickly for her, the man reached down and yanked off her
pants without even undoing the button and zipper.  The button of her jeans
actually popped off and landed on the floor with a rattle.  Amanda was too
shocked to react as he pulled off her underpants as well, leaving them and
her jeans in a pile around her ankles.
   Realizing that something dreadful was going to happen, Amanda tried to
scream but the stranger slapped his hand around her mouth and all she could
do was emit a strangled cry.  She tried to kick and punch at him but it was
no use.  Her fingers clawed at his jacket vest but her fingers only slid
off the slippery synthetic material.  Keeping her mouth covered, the man
maneuvered himself behind her and sat down on the toilet.  Then he pulled
the squirming eight year old girl onto his lap.
   His hands reached between her legs and started stroking her privates. 
Amanda froze immediately, taken aback by his action and not knowing what to
do.  Her legs, which had been kicking and struggling, went limp as the man
rubbed her hairless slit.
   "Now be quiet," he whispered into her ear.  "You don't want me to hurt
you, do you?" His fingers were rubbing her crotch where her pee came out.
Amanda was too scared and confused to answer.
   "Do you?" the man hissed again.  Swallowing hard, Amanda shook her head.
His finger dipped between the fleshy valley of her hairless slit again,
awakening parts of her that she never knew existed.  He concentrated on her
little bump, rubbing it hard with his finger so it pressed against her
pelvic bone.  Amanda gave a small shudder from the stimulation.
   "Ah, you like that, don't you?" he asked her.  "Little slut, you like it
when I play with your pussy." Amanda was silent not knowing what to say. 
She felt very strange inside as he fondled her privates.  The eight year
old girl sat prone in the strange man's lap as he molested.
   "Now listen carefully," he said to her.  "I know about you and your dad.
I know your dad is driving a blue station wagon.  I know your brother is
named Travis."
   Amanda panicked as she heard him say these things.  How did he know
this? Did she tell him Travis' name?  She couldn't remember.  He didn't
stop rubbing between her legs as he spoke.
   "I know you're going to Boston," he continued.  "Wouldn't it be a
tragedy if you had a car accident on the way out there?  Like if someone
ran your blue station wagon off the road?"
   Amanda sat fearfully listening.  "BAM!" the man whispered into her ear.
"Everyone in the station wagon would be killed wouldn't they?" The little
girl felt tears welling up in her eyes.  Then suddenly the man released
her. She slid off his lap and was standing on her own two feet, although
she almost fell because of her jeans still around her ankles.
   He turned her to face him.  Amanda gazed apprehensively into the
stranger's face.  She was too distressed to feel embarrassed about her
pants around her ankles and that she was nude from the waist down before
this stranger.  "You won't tell anyone about this," he warned her, taking
hold of her wrist tightly.  "If you tell anyone, I'm going to run your car
off the road." Amanda tried to step backward but he held her wrist even
tighter.
   "Understand?"
   Scared, Amanda nodded.  He let go of her wrist.  "Put your pants back
on," he told her.  Amanda did as she was told.  The button of her jeans was
still lying useless on the floor so Amanda simply pulled her pants on,
hoping they would stay.  Then he unlocked the stall door and held it open
for her.
   "Go."
   Her knees knocking, Amanda dashed from the men's restroom.  Her heart
was beating rapidly and her breath was short when she found Travis in the
convenience store.  "Let's go," she blurted out, grabbing his hand.
   "Okay, okay," Travis mumbled.  He barely had time to replace the
magazine he was reading on the rack as Amanda dragged him off.  "What took
you so long anyway?"
   The encounter hadn't lasted more than five minutes, although to Amanda
it had felt like time had stopped as the stranger was touching her.  She
wanted to tell Travis exactly why it had taken her so long but she was
torn. As they walked through the rest stop lobby, Amanda looked around but
saw no sign of the stranger.  It wasn't until they were safely in the car
that she exhaled.  Her father started the car and put it in reverse to back
out of the parking spot.
   Amanda bit her lip worriedly.  She felt very scared and confused about
what had just happened.  Her parents had told her many times that it was
wrong for anyone to touch her down there between her legs.  She didn't
understand why it made her feel so strange inside when the man rubbed
between her legs.  The eight year old girl wanted to tell her father what
happened.
   But she didn't.  As her dad pulled out of the rest stop, they passed a
red Volkswagen van that was idling in the parking lot.  Amanda only caught
a glimpse but it was enough for her to recognize the man sitting behind the
wheel of the van.  She instantly recognized his mustache and orange hunting
cap.
   The car picked up speed and merged with traffic on I-90.  Craning her
neck so she could look out the rear window, Amanda confirmed what she
already feared.  The red van had pulled out of the rest stop as well and
was following them.
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