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   Foster Whore (intro, no sex)

   Amber sat in the car staring at the dirty carpet between her ratty
sneakers.  It wouldn't have killed her to look around the neighborhood, but
it wasn't different in any important way from the last six places, and she
wanted to put the moment off as long as possible.  Not that it took very
long for the social worker to dig her single suitcase out of the trunk and
come around to open the passenger door.  Oh well, at least this time it was
a childless couple.  After the three teen aged boys at the last place just
being able to get a couple nights of uninterrupted sleep would be a cheap
thrill.  It would be a couple of weeks, maybe even months, before it
started again.  Or maybe not.  That one perv had his hand down her pants
while the social worker was still in the house.

   She jumped a little at her reflection in a full length mirror just
inside the door.  Amber was used to the way she looked, five foot tall,
stick figure thin, with short platinum blond hair standing out in a
permanent bad hair day fluff.  One boy said she was like a dandelion
waiting for a gust of wind.  What startled her was spotting someone that
close with no warning.  She understood the idea of "personal space", but
had long ago given up on trying to defend hers.  She still liked to see it
coming and hated being caught off guard.  The social worker didn't even
stay for coffee, just dumped her and her file and took off back to his
office.

   Bill and Mary gave her the standard tour of the standard house in the
burbs ending at "her" room.  That's where things started getting different
and she started getting scared.  In the four years since her mom OD'd Amber
had been passed around by some of the most "different" people imaginable.
If there was one thing the twelve year old knew bone deep by now it was
that "different" is never good, and sometimes you didn't want to know how
bad it could get.  This wasn't the least bit like the usual young girls
room, assembled by a couple of middle class, middle aged, dorks.  There was
a twin bed, desk with a reading lamp, dresser, closet, night stand, empty
book shelf, and...  nothing!  There was no avalanche of stuffed animals, no
TV, play station, phone or computer.  It could have been the bedroom at a
convent, or a strict boarding school.  Then she saw the keyed both ways
deadbolt on the door and realized she was looking at an upscale detention
center.  Her knees got weak and she sat down on the bed waiting to hear the
rest.

   "This is your room.  Mary and I didn't fill it full of sweet little girl
crap because we've both seen your file, and figure the only place you've
had that stuff is for props in a porn film.  The door locks in both
directions.  You get one key and Mary has the other.  The reason for that
is I'm a pervert.  Specifically, I'm a pedophile, the sort of horndog who
gets off on fucking young kids.  When my wife found out she almost dumped
me.  Instead we worked out a compromise that neither one of us is really
thrilled about, but we can both live with.  Along with being my wife, Mary
is somewhere between an accomplice and a parole officer.  It will probably
work better if I let her explain the rules."

   "OK, first the lock on your door.  You don't have to keep it locked all
the time, but there's less chance for misunderstanding if you get in the
habit.  I have the only other key and if it isn't physically with me, or
I'm asleep, it will be in a lock box where I'm the only one with the
combination.  If Bill is in your room I'm going to assume that either I
messed up, or you intended to leave the door open.  Right now this room is
institutional empty, a blank slate.  As time goes by you'll accumulate
stuff.  Most people do.  Major remodeling, or anything that might be a
health or safety hazard we need to approve.  Otherwise this is your space
and as long as you keep it reasonably orderly and sanitary you can do as
you like.

   "You are not allowed to be alone with Bill until you and I have
discussed what will probably happen and I'm sure you're OK with it.  You
can go with him to stores, the library, the park, or wherever, but if
you're with Bill you have to remain in full view in a public area at all
times.  Don't even get in a car with him.  You can walk, ride your bike, or
take the bus.  Here at home, one or the other of you will remain in my
sight unless you are in your room with the door locked.  You have a half
bath with toilet and sink.  You can get a drink or use the toilet without
unlocking your door.  So if anything happens to you because you're
wandering around the house after bedtime, I'll assume you went looking for
it.

   "Every place you've stayed they've almost certainly handed you a line of
crap about how the past is past and it's time for you to make a fresh
start. You're not an infant or a fool and I refuse to treat you like one.
Everything that has gone before is part of who you are today.  Some of the
choices that went into making you who you are were your own.  Some choices
were made for you.  Poor choices have put you in some pretty miserable
situations.  There is nothing I can do about that.  Tomorrow you'll be
everything you are today with one more day of experience.  That's life, get
used to it.

   "We're giving you a place to stay and a chance to make it your home. 
You don't need to thank us, it isn't anything special.  We'd show that much
kindness to a stray dog.  Anything more than that you'll have to earn. 
Whatever you earn is yours to keep.  We don't expect to be paid back for
rescuing you.  Not with money or anything else.  Bill wants to get your
pants off.  If you're here long enough he probably will.  Don't do it
because you think you owe him anything."

   "Kid...  Mary is so right about that.  I'll fuck you if I get a chance.
To get that chance, first I have to convince you it's a good idea.  Then
you have to convince Mary that you know it isn't a good idea but you want
to do it anyway.  That might take a while.  Until then, I can have an
orgasm any time I want to lock the door and wash my hands afterwards.  Mary
is almost as available to me.  If I get to do you too, that's great, but it
isn't a package deal where you have to get me off if you want to live
here."

   They left then, telling her supper would be ready in half an hour.  It
shouldn't have taken that long to put her things away but Amber spent most
of the time sitting on the bed, staring at the key in her hand.  She could
barely remember a time when she felt safe at home, before her mother got
into the drugs.  She'd been locked in more places than she wanted to think
about.  The click of the lock behind Mary as they left gave her a sinking
feeling until she got up and tried her own key.  She'd never even imagined
what it would be like to have a private space where she could lock the
creeps out.  She fell asleep that night telling herself over and over not
to fuck this up.

   Breakfast the next morning was like a TV commercial compared to the way
things went down at the shelter.  Bill left for work.  She helped Mary
clean up.  Finally the older woman turned to her and asked, "So, what do
you want to do with the rest of your life?

   "OK.  That really isn't a fair question.  You're twelve years old.  The
rest of your life is a pretty big idea to wrap your mind around.  We need
to work on developing your mind until it can deal with that question. 
You're already making choices that will affect you as long as you live.  If
we don't get busy, life will get so far ahead of you catching up will be
hard.  It's still important to have some idea of what you want, even if
that's just so you can watch it change over time.  When I was twelve the
hot fantasy was finding the right guy, getting married, and living happily
ever after while keeping house and popping out three or four kids.  Except
for being unable to have kids and getting married to a baby raping pervert
I pretty much got my dream.

   "I'm sure your mom had dreams too.  I don't believe they included
becoming such a hopeless drug addict she'd sell her little girls ass for a
high.  Maybe it was an accident that she overdosed a few days after social
services took you away.  Maybe she couldn't deal with losing the one part
of her life that still meant something.  We'll never know and it probably
doesn't matter.  We can't do anything about her life but yours is still a
work in progress.  I'm going to try to steer you away from places you don't
want to end up, but in the long run you have to choose your own road and
the sooner you start making choices the better you'll get at it.

   "So, first choice, do we sign you up at public school or do you want to
try the home school thing?"

   "I don't know.  The last time I was home schooled all they wanted to
teach me was sex ed.  Public school isn't any good either.  I'm *different*
and different kids get picked on."

   "The evaluations in your file show that you're really bright about
things that interest you.  Public school isn't the best place to take
advantage of that.  Their program is designed for batch processing kids of
about the same development level and it's terribly inefficient.  A fairly
bright kid like yourself could learn the class work they have to teach in
about one tenth of the time.  The main value of a public school for you is
the social life.  This will go against everything they've ever told you but
if you look around you'll see it's true.  Perfect attendance and high
grades don't mean much.  The world isn't run by geniuses who never take a
day off.  The world is run by a bunch of average people with good social
skills.  One of the things public school is good for is forcing you to deal
with people you don't like and situations where you aren't comfortable. 
Home school kids can do this too but it takes a special effort.  If you're
willing to make the effort I'll work with you, but if you slack off we'll
send you to public school with the rest of the slackers.  OK?"

   "OK."

   "While we're on the subject of uncomfortable situations and difficult
people I suppose we should talk about Bill.  Personally, I get along with
him much better when I fuck him on a regular basis.  The thing is, I'm his
wife.  Sex with him was understood to be part of the package when we made
our hook up permanent.  If I knew in advance about the kids, and that I
couldn't have any, we would never have gotten married.  Only the fact that
we both really believe in, 'until death do us part', kept us from calling
it quits.

   "Bill started drooling the minute he saw your picture.  I've seen his
porn collection and watched him trolling for fresh meat.  I've even caught
him in the act.  It didn't exactly make my day.  I'm more careful now. 
I've learned to tolerate what he is in return for some control over what he
does.  My personal line in the sand is rape, not statutory rape, the real
deal.  If he ever forces you or anyone else he's history.  I know enough
about him to put him away for the rest of his life.  We know how he feels
about doing you.  The question is how do you feel about doing him?"

   "Do I have to decide now?"

   "Of course not.  Also, any decision you make isn't final.  You can
change your mind while he's doing it.  I wasn't kidding about where I draw
the line.  Try to keep it real though.  Making promises you don't intend to
keep is a pretty rotten way to treat people."

   "I guess after all the others one more creep is no big deal."

   "You're wrong!  Hey, I'm sorry.  I want you to be able to talk to me. 
That isn't going to happen if you think I'll jump on you every time you say
something I don't like.

   "Back when I wasn't much older than you are now I had a bad experience.
One of my friends had an older brother that was a total hunk.  She told me
he was a real jerk, but every girl says that about her brother.  I tried
not to drool too bad but he eventually caught on that I had the hots for
him.  While he wasn't offended let's say he was less than impressed.

   "I usually stopped at this friends place to do homework.  One day as I
was leaving he'd just finished working on his car and offered to give me a
ride home.  Don't give me that look.  I was older than you but didn't have
much experience even with boys my own age.  I was the one who told him I
didn't have to be home right away and suggested a longer drive.  When he
asked if I'd like to check out one of his favorite spots I was thrilled. 
And yes, I knew we weren't going there for the scenery.

   "My friends and I often talked about making out with boys.  When Doug
pulled into the back of some farmers wood lot and shut off the motor I was
expecting to be Frenched and fondled.  I'd even decided to let him unhook
my bra if he wanted to take things that far.  I'd never done that on a
first date.  Keep rolling your eyes like that.  It's good exercise.

   "To keep a long story from getting too much longer, he wasn't interested
in what he called, 'kid stuff'.  What I got was stripped to the waist and a
cock in my mouth.  While I was gagging and choking the hand that wasn't
holding my head on his prick was jerking my panties down and shoving his
fingers in my vagina.  I went to take a shower when I got home and realized
he hadn't even washed his hands.  The dark oily smears on my tits and
thighs looked as dirty as I felt.

   "A couple days later my friend had to stay late for band practice but
told me Doug had asked her to tell me to stop at her place anyway.  She
didn't actually tell me to stay away from her brother.  I was pretty much
over any crush I had.  I should have let it go.  Instead I figured I'd stop
for a few minutes and tell Doug it wasn't going to work for us.

   "The surprising thing is that he actually shared my opinion.  Sort of.
He raped me for more than an hour.  Most of it wasn't too bad.  I kind of
figured it was about what I deserved for being dumb enough to go there.  I
didn't actually fight him until he wanted to put it in my ass.  He'd
finished and was in the bathroom getting cleaned up when his sister got
home.  I was still tied to the bed when she walked past his open door to
get to her room.  I'll give her credit.  She did stop and ask if I was all
right.  I still wonder sometimes what she would have done if I'd said no
and asked her to call the cops.  All I could do was blush and mumble
something about tomorrow.  As he untied me he explained that we couldn't
keep doing it.  Having his sister as a friend of somebody he was fucking
was too creepy.

   "My friend did come up to talk to me the next day.  Before she could say
more than a couple of words she noticed the rope burns on my wrists and got
totally flustered.  I told her I wasn't ready to talk about the details but
it was finished between me and her brother.  We stayed friends and study
buddies.  After that day it was always at school or my place.  We never
talked about her brother.  I was never inside her house again."

   "Ooh, thank you so much for sharing that.  Why?  Are you trying to say
that because some creep gave it to you rough once you know how I feel?  I'm
younger than you were then and I can't count the number of creeps and
assholes that fucked me.  You spent one tough hour with a guy you admit you
had the hots for and now you know how I feel?  That's bullshit!"

   "If I was saying that it really would be bullshit.  You're the only one
who knows how it feels to be you.  In fact I'd be willing to bet there are
times when YOU don't know how it feels to be you.  There are things Doug
did to me I still can't think about without going a little numb.  I'm sure
your list is much longer.

   "What I'm trying to say is that even one creep is a big deal.  It
doesn't matter if he's the first or just the latest.  I'm telling you that
being raped isn't the end of the world but it isn't just something to toss
off either.  You're probably going to fuck Bill somewhere along the line.
I'm not happy about that but I can tolerate it as long as you do it with
your eyes wide open.  If you don't have a full understanding of why you're
doing it...  don't!"
   End of Part 1 
