	"All rise!" the bailiff called out as the judge entered from the back of the room and took his place on the bench.

	The judge sat down and looked momentarily through his papers on the desk and almost as an afterthought he said, "You may be seated."  

	Everyone in the chamber at once sat back down, but only to the edges of their seats.  The entire courtroom was hanging with anticipation.

	The judge spent a few more moments going through his papers then finally look over at the jury box, "Foreman, I understand the jury has reached a verdict?"

	A single person in the jury box stood up, and nervously said, "We have your honor."

	"Alex Santini, please rise to hear your verdict."  The judge said the defendant.

	A well dressed man in a business suit that probably cost the same as my car stood up.  He glanced back at me but his expression did not give anything away of what he might be thinking.

I knew what he was thinking though.  He had sent me clear enough messages about my testifying against him.  There were plenty of witnesses, but all the others had suddenly become unsure of what they knew, or vanished.

"What say you?"  The judge queried as he returned his attention to the Foreman.

The juror pulled a piece of paper up and read it to himself for a moment and then swallowed.  The court room waited.

Finally the Foreman spoke, "In the matter of the State versus Santini, we hearby..." his voice trailed off.

The foreman looked around at the other jurors.  Many of them were looking at the floor.  One of them nodded to him.  The foreman then looked to the judge who also nodded and made a, "get on with it" gesture.

"In the matter of the State versus Santini, we the jury find the defendant," he paused looked around the court room nervously, word of people vanishing had gotten around to the jurors, sequestered or not, "We find the defendant guilty on all counts."

There was a collective releasing of breath from everyone in the courtroom, myself included.

I looked to my former boss, Mr. Santini for his reaction.  He did not show any.

"Bailiff," the judge said, "please take custody of the defendant, Mr. Alex Santini."

"And Mr. Santini," the judge now addressed my former boss directly, "You will remain in custody until your sentencing hearing."

The defendant nodded once then put out his arms to the baliff who had cuffs out and waiting.

As the bailiff pulled each arm behind him, the convicted looked back at me in the gallery.  His eyes were dark, but his mouth betrayed his thoughts.  He had a slight smirk on his face.  I was not sure what this would portend, but I was certain it was not good.

But I knew he was going to be behind bars.  His organization was already being dismantled and the local police department were going to be keeping an eye on my place.  I actually felt pretty good.  I had done my civil duty to put a criminal behind bars.  I responded to his smirk with a smile.  He looked away as I did.

The trip home was through miserable weather.  It was May which meant heavy rain showers nearly every day.  Today seemed to be the worst.  As I got home I had to pause before turning into my drive way for a police car driving slowly by.  Then I had to stop again for some poor girl on the sidewalk.  She was dressed in full girl scout regalia and pulling a wagon behind her.  She stopped when she saw me pulling in but I stopped and flagged her past.

I pulled all the way up into my garage and hit the opener button to close it up behind me.  I got out, nice and dry and felt a little tinge of guilt for the poor girl I left outside.  I brushed it off though and went into the house. 

As soon as I got inside I could hear the doorbell ringing.  I made a mad dash to the door and almost opened it without thinking.  I stopped myself and peered through the peep hole.  It was the girl, not some thug come to take revenge.

I opened it and the poor girl stood there, soaked from head to toe and her uniform clung tightly to her body.  I looked behind her at the wagon and all her stock had been destroyed by the rain.  I felt really bad for her.

"Want to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?"  She mewed rather pathetically.

"Come inside."  I invited her in, I could not stand idly by while she suffered, "You need to dry off and wait out the rain."

She looked reluctant.  "I don't know.  Mom says not to go inside the people's houses."

"You have a smart mom."  I told her.  "I just wanted to help out, that's all."

She shook her head.  I noticed then she had very long hair, it was just matted down to her outfit.

"You want to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?" she reiterated.

"Aren't they all ruined?"  I asked pointing back at the wagon that was still halfway in the rain.

She shook her head.  "They have inner packages that are water proof.

So as to prove her point, she picked up a box and it practically dissolved in her hand.  But tucked inside the debris that once was a box she revealed a package of cookies in a plastic protective sleeve.

"I really need to sell these to make my badge."  She pleaded.

I cratered.  "How much?"

She brightened up and smiled real big, "Three dollars a box, how many you want?"

"You have any Thin Mints?"  I asked.  That was always my favorite flavor.

She nodded enthusiastically and pulled up a soggy green box.

"I will take what you have in Thin Mints then." I told her feeling very generous.

This got her very excited and she dug around in the much and procured three remains of boxes.

Just at this time a bright flash occurred behind her and half a second later a very loud boom occurred.  It obviously had her shaken.

She recomposed herself and said in a shaky voice, "That will be nine dollars."

I pulled out my wallet and gave her a ten.

"I don't have any change." She sounded forlorn.

"That's okay." I told her.

"Thanks!"  she lit up brightly again and made me feel good about myself.

"You sure you don't want to come in and wait out the rain?"  I proffered again.

She shook her head and started back into the rain.

I closed the door and right as I did the outline of the door lit up white and immediately there was a peel of thunder that shook the house.

Almost instantly after my doorbell rang.

I opened the door and she was standing there still.

"Maybe I could wait it out just a little while?" she was shivering as much from cold as from fear of the storm.

I smiled and stood aside to let her in.

She hesitated then said, "But I have to call my mom first to let her know where I am."

I nodded and allowed her inside and showed her where the phone was.

I left her in the kitchen with the phone there and went to the living room and turned on the TV so she could have her privacy.  After a few minutes, she emerged and trailing water along behind her she asked where the restroom was.

I directed her to the guest bathroom and pulled a couple of towels out of the closet for her.

"Thanks!" she said and disappeared inside.

I started back down the hallway but the bathroom door opened again and she hung her head out.  "Can you help me?"

I turned back around not quite knowing what she might want.

"My zipper is stuck, it must be all the rain."  She explained.

"Sure."  I told her.

She turned around and holding the door open with her shoulder reached back and pulled her hair up off of her uniform and away from her neck so I could find the zipper.  A small puddle of water was forming on the floor from her hair dripping.

I found the zipper and fiddled with it and was able to get it moving after a short struggle more involving my inexperience at undressing little girls than it being stuck with rain.  In one long movement I lowered the zipper as far as it would go.

This revealed a couple of things to me.  First, the little girl was not wearing a bra.  Her entire bare back was revealed to me and while I normally do not think of little girls in a sexual way, I found this extremely sexy.  The second thing it revealed to me was that her panties were as soaked as the rest of her and had become very transparent in sticking to her cute little butt.

I instantly had a hard on and felt very embarrassed for it.  Fortunately she was still facing the other way and had no idea.

"Thanks!" she said in a chipper voice and disappeared back into the bathroom again thankfully closing the door behind her.

I rushed off back to the living room to distract myself with television and tried hard not to picture the little girl as naked as she must currently be in my guest bathroom.

I was just about over it and started to get caught up with the show on TV when I heard her voice, "Mister?"

"You can call me John." I told her my name, I felt embarrassed I had not done so before now.

"John?"  Her little voice called again.

I turned to see her standing in the hallway wearing nothing but a towel.

"Have you got anything I can wear?" she asked.

"I don't think I have anything that would fit sweety."  I said to her.  Why did I call her sweety?  I was not sure and it did not seem that she noticed.

"Nothing?" Came her pathetic mew.  "I have to wear a towel while my clothes dry?"

The idea of her traipsing around my house in nothing but a towel that was poised to fall off at any moment disturbed me.  I was certain it would cause trouble.  At the same time I wanted to take the towel from her where she stood.  I pushed that thought out of my mind and returned to reality.

"Maybe I have something in my closet."  I said and headed to my bedroom.

"Oh, Goodie!" she said in a chipper voice and followed me.

"Maybe you should wait out here while I look?" I suggested to her, but she did not pay any attention to that and followed me in anyway.

When I got to my closet I opened it up and was faced with mostly dress clothes.  I started to close it and look for maybe a t-shirt in my dresser, but the little nymph slipped past me and grabbed one of my dress shirts.

"This will do!"  she said and took off leaving a smell of wet hair in her wake.  It smelled like heaven.  Again I was glad she did not see that I had a hard on.

I went back to TV and was hardly settled when she returned.  She was wearing my shirt and carrying her soggy clothes on one arm.  She had held them against her apparently because the front of the shirt she was wearing was damp and clinging to her nubbins of breasts.  They stood out like little cones with puffy areolas. 

I picked up a couch pillow and put it in my lap.

"Where is your dryer?"  She asked.

I snapped to the sound of her voice and then pointed to the garage.  I noticed then that she was carrying her panties, the translucent ones, on the top of the pile.  That meant the only thing she was wearing was my shirt.

She disappeared into the garage for a few moments and returned.  I had been trying to get back into the show but did not even know at this point what show was on.  When she entered the room, I automatically turned to watch her enter.

She had the shirt buttoned down as far as her waist and from there the two sides of the shirt flapped back and forth as she walked.  Each step moved the shirt to the point that it almost showed her young pussy, but not quite.  I felt very teased and was glad for the pillow in my lap.

She walked over and sat on the couch right next to me.

"They should be done in an hour."  She said to me then turned her attention to the TV.  "What are you watching?"

Fortunately the show was just coming on from a commercial break which reminded me what it was and actually kept me from having to tell her, or even to talk.  I was not sure what I would say at the moment as my loins had taken over brain functions.

We sat in silence watching it for a few minutes.

She spoke and her voice snapped me out of my mental revelry.  "You saved me today."

"What?"  I was perplexed.

"I nearly got hit by lightning and probably would have if you had not offered to help me."  She said this looking deep into my eyes with her lipid pools I could drown in.

"I just did what I thought I should." I told her.

She smiled and reach over and grabbed my hand.  She pulled it to her and hugged it against her chest for a moment then placed it down in her lap, still holding on to it.

I was quite certain it was completely innocent, but it did not stop my mind from racing that my hand, well at least the back side of it, was sitting on her nearly bare lap covered only by a flap of my shirt, was only inches from what differentiated a man from a woman.

I looked at her and she was watching the television, but had a smile on her face.  I attempted to do the same.  I found it very difficult.

From outside the rain was still pounding down.  It sounded as though it might be hailing out there.  A thunderclap shook the house and for a moment I had a small girl wrapped around my arm.  My hand now, because of her position, was squarely in her crotch.  I could feel heat emanating off of her young pussy.

"Sorry I am so scared." She said to me in a quaking voice.  She smiled weakly at me and started to disembark my arm. 

As she moved off of me, her pussy slid right across the back of my hand.  I looked at her to see if she noticed and she just smiled at me and went back to watching TV.

I started to get up, I needed some relief or at least some distance from her as my thoughts were getting fogged.  I was afraid that at any moment I was just going to put her in my lap and start fucking her.

She pulled back on my arm, "Where you going?" she asked coyly.

"Bathroom." My voice cracked a little.

"Well, hurry back!" she said in her cute little voice, "It is about to get to the good part!"

"What?"  I said and looked down at the back of my hand.  Was there a wet mark on there?

"The show!"  She giggled.  "They are about to get to the good part!"

"Oh, yeah."  I fumbled.  "I will be right back."

I made for my bedroom and then straight into the attached bathroom.

In a moment I had my dick out and was beating off good.  I had to have some relief.  Just as I was getting into it, picturing her dripping body at my front door, the bathroom door opened.

"Damn!" I thought to myself, "why didn't I lock that?"  I knew my own answer, I live alone, no reason to lock it normally.

"John, where do you keep your, Oh Wow!"  Her voice went to one of amazement on the last part.

"Um sweety," I stammered, "I don't think you should be in here, this is my bathroom."

"Did I do this to you?"  she ignored my statement.

"Can I get a little privacy?"  I groped around and pulled a towel off the shower rod to cover myself.

She deftly moved over to me and had her hand on my dick even before I could cover it.  Her hands were soft and warm, but especially soft.

"Please don't." I pleaded without much heart in it, I was no longer thinking with my brain.

Again she ignored my request and started playing with my cock.  "It's so pretty!"

"Oh, god!" I called out as her little fingers explored me.  I feebly attempted to push her away, but my body knew what it wanted and would not respond any more except to her.

Without warning, she bent over and put her whole mouth over the head of my prick and sucked.  Although I could tell she was very inexperienced, it felt great.  It felt like nothing I had experienced before.  Her small mouth just sucked and sucked on the head of my cock like it was it was trying to pull all my cum out of me at once.  Then she pulled off and there was an audible pop noise and her mouth released me.

"Cool!" was all she said before diving right back onto me again.

My body responded to the attentions by humping at her face.  She was too small to take me in very far, but she was giving it her all to try to suck my cock.  I felt a welling in my balls and was about to blow my load into her mouth when she suddenly released again.

"Pop!"

I was in agony, I was at the precipice of orgasm, but not quite there.

She stood up and looked at me.  She had this fabulous smile.

She started unbuttoning from the bottom and worked her way up so her pussy came into view first.  It was beautiful.  It was completely unadorned by any hair and looked as smooth and soft as it had felt on the back of my hand earlier.  When she had completely unbuttoned her shirt, MY shirt she had been wearing, she pulled it open, shrugged her shoulders and it fell to the ground behind her.

I was sitting on the toilet and she climbed up and mounted my lap.

"It's so big!" she said, "I hope it fits!"

My mind was numb.  My dick however was not.  Her little hand gripped my cock and lined it up with her hole.  She was fumbling a little, but knew what she was supposed to do.  My hand came in to meet hers and help her guide me into her.

I felt her tight little hole grab the top of my cock and squeeze.  There was an incredible amount of pressure on my cock as she tried to get me further into her.

I was at the point of cumming but the pain from the pressure was just enough keep me distracted from shooting my load so quickly.

She struggled a little more and finally I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down.  After a popping sensation, she came fully to rest against my pelvic bone.

"Ow!"  she called out. 

"You okay?"  I suddenly was sobered up.

"Yeah," she said and smiled at me, "I was told it would hurt the first time."

She then started pushing up and down slowly on me.  The feeling was incredible.  I started to cum, but the intense pressure of her pussy on my cock kept it from completing.

"Oh, god!" we both said together in our passionate joining.

I heard a noise, and dismissed it as thunder.

She rode me harder still and I felt a release and I started cumming inside of her.  Her pussy rippled along my cock and was milking me dry.

I heard something else, this time I knew it was not thunder.  It was coming from inside the house.

The girl impaled on my cock seemed to hear it too.  She looked out the bathroom door.

"RAPE!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Dear god!  Someone help me!"

My world suddenly turned upside down as men in uniform stormed into the bathroom.  One swooped in and scooped up the girl while a second one knocked me off the toiled with a night stick and continued beating me on the floor.

"Get on the ground and stay on the ground!" the officer beating me said unnecessarily.  I was there and not able to move any more.

He stepped back and started pulling his cuffs from his belt.

I caught a glimpse of the girl being consoled by the officer.  She still had a pink blend of my cum and her maidenhead blood leaking down her thigh.  She was shaking and crying.  I was almost convinced myself I had just raped her.  

Then I heard her explaining to the officer, "He told me he had fucked over my father, now he was going to fuck over me!"

"And who is your father?" he asked her.

"Alex Santini" was her reply and she looked straight at me and gave me the same look I had last seen on her father's face as he was being taken away by the bailiff.



 


