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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovila@dark.summer>
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
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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. If you read this far,
you have no grounds for flaming me.

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