Message-ID: <31101asstr$993579002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovila@dark.summer> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: <Me%Z6.500$is3.87371@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 05:29:32 PDT Subject: {ASSM} "The Replacement" (ped, n/c, abuse, no sex, slow, overly verbose, mired in details) Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 14:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31101> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates This is a work of pure fiction. It involves a subject matter that most of the world finds disgusting and shoudn't be posted on A.S.S.M. If you are one of those readers, then please STOP NOW! If you are under 18, the same applies. If it is illegal to read of these things where you live, you are also to leave. Hell, you should just leave anyway! ________________________________ "The Replacement" Pedro Vila HEADLINE: MAN KILLS TWO ON HIGHWAY (AP)Two fatalities occurred last night on a rural road. Mr. John Doe of anyville was driving well over the legal limit when his vehicle swerved into the on- coming traffic and collided with another car, killing both occupants. The victims were a mother and her 3 year old girl whose names are being withheld pending notification of the father. Mr. Doe Is being held by police and the district attorney says they're going to press charges of manslaughter against him. Mr. Doe also has a wife and Daughter. Heather was the one who answered the door when Mr. Stafford appeared in person. She looked at the man before her and felt great sorrow and sympathy. After all, it was her father who had killed his family. Looking up at him finally, she saw his own gentle sorrow and she almost hugged him. She held back at the last minute thinking it would end up being the wrong thing to do. He saw her lurch and back up again and said, "I understand dear. It must be hard on you too." Heather felt warmed by his words and smiled, not knowing what to do next. "Is your mother home, Heather?" She was surprised he knew her name at first, but remembered that the story had been in the headlines a few times before her father was sent to prison for a few years. Heather simply nodded and opened the door to let Mr. Stafford in. He walked softly to the couch she pointed to and left to fetch her mother. Mr. Stafford sat and waited. Heathers Told mom about who was here and followed behind as she rushed out greet Mr. Stafford in shock. Heather sat on the chair across from him as her mother fussed and apologized repeatedly to him. He took it all smiling painfully. Then the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Then he finally told them why he was there. Heather listened as he talked about his loss and how hard it was being on him. A feeling of great injustice filled the room as he described the emptiness where he once had people depending on him. Heather and her mother both understood. It had been hard for them as well. The legal fees ate up all there cash reserves and now there was no money coming in. Heather was also being tormented in school. A hard time for a nine year old girl. She had stopped listening to the adults talking when she was startled by her mother loudly saying, "Are you serious?" "Yes." Mr Stafford said. "Just for a little while. To help us both?" Heather asked, "What?" Her mother turned to her and remarked, "Oh, aren't you listening? This isn't the time to play your games." Heather felt that tension again. Things weren't easy anymore. "He asked if he could help take care of us. He doesn't have a family anymore." She turned back to Mr. Stafford and shook her head. "It really has been difficult. I can't leave her alone and I have to work now. She hasn't been easy to deal with lately." Mother patted her knee kindly but Heather didn't react. Mr. Stafford spoke up excitedly, "I could... Oh, no. That would be too much." He broke off then. "What is it. We owe you so much for what you've lost and still your kind enough to want to help." Mother said. "Well...." Mr. Stafford hesitated. Both females leaned forward, encouraging him to go on. They both wanted to help this gentle man. He looked resigned and went ahead and said it. "Heather could stay with me for a month, or even a week for that matter. I have lots of room now and I could use some help with the daily chores." Mother and daughter both sat back, surprised. "Just for a little while. Until I can get used to living alone, you understand?" Mother then said, "Yes. That would be a good idea." Heather turned to her mother in shock. She would have to go to this guys house and do chores?! "But mom!" she exclaimed. Mr. Stafford sighed and got up to leave. He seemed deeply hurt and trying to hide it. Heather felt overwhelming guilt just then and then her mother leveled a hard stare at her. "Wait!" Heathers mother said. "She'll go with you and she'll stay as long as it takes to help. This will be good for her." Mr. Stafford waited though for Heather's answer. Heather finally said, "I'll go." Mr. Stafford took her hand and shook it and said, "Thank you." Heather felt better then. They went to pack a bag and she took summer clothes fitting the weather. Mother gave her some cash, not much, and a phone card to call in an emergency. Then they went out to Mr. Staffords car, a modest hatch back. They said their good byes and gave mother the phone number and address in case, and drove off. There were no tears. They only went around the block when Mr. Stafford pulled over and said, "I don't feel right leaving like this. I think I should give your mother some money to help her along." They drove back to the house. Heather's mother had already gone inside. "I'll just be a minute, okay?" Heather nodded and then, on an impulse, thrusted the money mom gave her into his hand. It didn't feel right to take it when she knew mother would need it more right now. Mr. Stafford smiled and walked in and knocked. They went in the house and Heather sat and watched the door. Finally, Mr. Stafford came out and shut the door behind him. He got in and they drove off. His house was smart and only a little unkept. They both worked on cleaning the living room and then he sent her to do the bathroom while he cleaned out a room for her. It did seem really empty to her. At the end of the day, Mr. Stafford asked her to help him in the kitchen. They both made spaghetti and Heather felt like this was something she could do. Then Heather went to unpack and call her mom. She got the machine and remembered that her mother would probably be working then. She didn't leave a message. As she went to brush her teeth in a night gown she was startled to bump into Mr. Stafford as he walk out of the bathroom. Heather felt modesty and wanted to run. Mr. Stafford knelt to her eye level and said, "You are a wonderful help to me. Thank you again." and hugged her before she knew what to do. He hugged her tightly and she kind of put her arms around his shoulders loosely. Then he let go and said goodnight as he walked to his bedroom. Then he turned and asked, "Would you like to go with me tomorrow and see where we used to live? It's to help me say good bye." Heather nodded and smiled. The next day, Mr. Stafford told Heather to take along personal items for a quick airplane flight. Heather was surprised and asked, "We're going on an airplane?" "I'll pay for the tickets. Don't worry. Have you ever been on a plane before?" Heather shook her head. "Well, this ought to be a treat for you. I have to go and get some affairs in order. You don't mind, do you?" Heather grinned. She'd never been on an airplane and really wanted to go. The airport was so big and she just kept looking up as she let Mr. Stafford lead her around. She'd never seen such a busy place before. Then they were getting on a plane and Heather just kept looking at all the different types of people. It was like a dream for her but then she turned to Mr. Stafford and exclaimed, "I Forgot to call mom." He looked troubled and said, "I'm sorry. There's no phone here. Can it wait until we land?" "I guess." and Heather then tried to concentrate on the music headphones on the seat rest. There was some weird stations but then she found a pop station and zoned out on it. A meal came and, thought she didn't know what it was, she loved that she could be eating it up in the air. She felt like a rich girl. When she awoke, it was dark outside the plane and she didn't know how long she'd been out. She shook Mr. Stafford awake and he looked up at her. "We missed our stop." she whispered, concerned. He looked out the window and said, "No. It's just a long trip. We're almost there." and then the plane started to tilt down for descent. Heather was scared now. She had no idea where they were. She looked around. Everybody seemed to look strange to her now. Dressed differently and a little darker. She looked back at Mr. Stafford again and he held her hand and said, "You'll be okay. I'll be there at all times." He winked but Heather didn't feel any better. She was along way from home and she didn't really know this man too well. There was nothing she could do and she just hoped to ride it out and go home soon. Then they were on the ground and everybody spoke a different language. She couldn't read any of the signs and didn't even know what part of the world they were from. She stayed close to Mr. Stafford. She felt very tiny. Then they were through customs and outside. It was hot and noisy. Mr. Stafford flagged a car with a normal looking number on it and they got in. He talked with the driver in the same nonsense and they drove into the night. It was a long drive and even though it was hot, Heather shivered. She sat in a daze and watched the dark landscape turn to forest and the roads get bumpier. It seemed like hours and she was very sore and tired. Then, They were there. It looked like a small house in the middle of a village. They got out and Mr. Stafford squared the fare. The driver said something harsh sounding and smiled at Heather, laughing. It gave her the creeps. Mr. Stafford led her inside and he told her that they would sleep since everything was closed at this hour. He showed her to a room with bare walls and a bare bed, showed her the bathroom and then excused himself to sleep. She had no bed clothes with her because she didn't know they'd be sleeping anywhere. She ended up sleeping in her underwear. The next morning, She awoke to find her clothes gone. All that was there was socks and her toothbrush. Heather pulled the thin blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself. Slowly, she ventured out of the bare room and into the hall. It was in the kitchen that she found Mr. Stafford sitting at the table, waiting. "It's about time. I've been waiting for over an hour for you." he said. "Where are my clothes?" Heather asked, not wanting to know the answer. "Being washed. You smelled after that long trip." He got up and approached her. "You need to help me with the house here. We need to clean it, but first I'll help you make breakfast." He started pulling out a pan and turned to look at her. Heather stared back, lost. Mr. Stafford glared at her and then went to the cupboard. "The pantry is here. There's a small icebox behind that cupboard door there. Well?" "I thought we were going to say good bye to a house or something. Can't we just hurry up and go home?" Heather felt some panic, but kept it under check. "This is the house, and your my replacement. You help me with this house. You clean, cook, and any other chores I need you with." He was very stern with her and his presence was strong on her. "You.. you want me to be a replacement?" she asked weakly. "Yes. You replace my wife now." He was very different now. Not gentle. "And loose the blanket too." __________________________ More? pedrovila@mailandnews dot com No flames please. 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