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From: wanderinglanes@aol.com (Wandering lanes)
Subject: {ASSM} The girl with a bicycle (M, F, g, no sex humil)
Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 20:10:04 -0400
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Girl with a Bicycle  (M, g, F no sex, humli)

The Girl with a Bicycle
 By Wandering Lanes

"Mister, can you help me?"

She was sitting on a bicycle, behind a hedge and had been crying, She looked
about 10 years old and was very worried.

"What's the problem?"

"There's some girls further on who don't like me, they keep stopping me from
getting home."

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

"Sniff, yes please." 

I started to feel a slight stirring, and thought I'll have a little fun.

"But I'm not walking that way am I, what's in it for me?"

"I'll make it up to you!" - I could hardly hear her

"Sorry, I didn't hear that, can you repeat it?"

"I said I'd make it up to you"

"How?"

"I don't know, I'll do anything you say."

"That can cover a lot of things, do you mean it?"   I know this was being mean,
but I thought I could get something out of this

"Yes" - again a very low and muted voice

"I'm sorry my hearing must be going, what did you say?"

"I said...   I, I said  'Yes', I mean it - Mister, I've just gotta get home,
Mum will be worried about me"

At this time the floodgates were beginning to open and tears were starting to
roll down her cheeks, I began to feel like a heel and smiled at her.

"O.K. don't start, I'll walk you home"

As we walked, well, I walked she rode on her bicycle, I asked her for her name
'Kylie' how old was she? '9 1/2 years', did she like school? 'No' why not?

"'Cause I've only been in the class for 2 months, the others won't let me
alone, I don't want to join in the stupid games they play, just to read my
books!"

"What about the teachers, don't they tell the others to leave you alone?"

"No! I'm told to play with the others."

"Haven't you told the teachers why you don't want to?"

"Don't wanna talk to them"  (An almost audable answer)

I'm going deaf again - there was something more here than I knew, not that I
really knew anything about this kid, time to use a different tack.

"What do your parents think about this?"

The floodgates were open again - full open tears were streaming down her face
and she started bawling.  As we were stopped I reached over and started to hug
her, I can't remember what I said, but she started to calm down, I handed her a
handkerchief and she wiped her eyes, set her face straight and started cycling
again.

While I walked with her I noticed three girls about her age start cycling
towards a house and go into it, I made a mental note of the number, I couldn't
say why I did this, but it seemed a good idea at the time.

Finally we arrived at he house, as she had said her mother was at the door
looking for her.   She started when she saw me, a stranger, walking with her
little girl and opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when Kylie
looked at me and said,

"This is where I live", I looked at her mother, who had turned pale and started
to shake.

"Kylie, you remember your promise to me?" She looked down at the ground and
nodded, "Good, now go on in and do your homework, I'll see you later.

Again the girl nodded her head and walked pass her mother.

"How do you do, my name is Michael, I think we need to talk about Kylie."

Her mother, still pale, looked at me and said

"How do you know her name?"

"She told me, how else."

"No, she wouldn't, she hasn't said anything since the accident, now how the
hell do you know her name, tell me you bastard, tell me now!"

"Hold on, she told me herself, her name is Kylie, she's been at her school for
a couple of months, she doesn't like the other kids, and bursts into tears when
asked about her family, and that is all I know, except she is being bullied at
school"

More waterworks and Kylies mother was sliding to her knees

"She talked to you, she actually talked to you"

"Yes and that is what I want to talk to you about, She wanted someone to take
her past some girls that have been bullying her. In fact she promised to do
anything and stressed ANYTHING, if I would help her."

Another sharp look.

"And what have you asked her to do?"

"At the moment to do her homework, but she needs to be shown that such promises
shouldn't be given easily, look can we go inside and talk, I mean it's a nice
day, but I don't think we should talk out in the street like this, do you? By
the way, I've given you my name what is yours"

"It's Sharon, Sharon Williams, yes please come inside" she entered the house
and I followed.  The house was a three up two down (that is two bedrooms and a
bathroom upstairs and a Kitchen and Living room downstairs), there were
pictures on the wall, a family group - Sharon, a man and a younger Kylie,
smiling into the camera. Several of Kylie growing up to her ninth year, and one
picture in a black frame of the man with Kylie.

"That's Paul, my husband, it was taken a few days before the accident, ever
since then Kylie has been so traumatised that she hasn't spoken to anyone
since.  That is until today, what the hell did you do to her?"

"Nothing - She came upto me and asked me to walk her home as she was scared of
some bullies that were waiting for her, I jokingly said what was in it for me,
and she said that she would do anything, that is why she is upstairs doing her
homework."

What is it with women and crying - Sharon was sobbing into a tissue.

"Look I didn't mean for her to do anything at all, I only thought that her
parents should know what was happening, I didn't know anything about her or
anything, but if she was going upto total strangers then something should be
done."

"But she never goes to strangers, she normally comes straight back here after
school, in fact I was getting worried when she didn't turn up at the normal
time - then she arrives in your company, I could see she had been crying, and
thought you had done something"

"Yes, I asked what her parents would say - and she burst into tears"

"What we would say? And then she started to cry - that's wonderful!" she saw
the look on my face - Wonderful? for the poor kid to start crying? - "You don't
understand... no you wouldn't! I'll have to tell you the story

 "Paul and I had an argument that day, what it was about I can't remember - or
rather I don't want to remember, its no longer important..  He had to take
Kylie to school, we didn't live here, I've moved here since the accident, but
I'm digressing.

"Paul had to take Kylie to school - he always drove her, she would sit in the
back with a seat belt on, Paul always says that she should - I mean always said
that she should.   I don't really know what happened, the police came round at
10 o'clock to say that there had been an accident, Kylie was safe, but Paul...
Paul.. Paul was badly injured and had d.. d. died at the scene. 

"It was later that I found out what had actually happened.  An articulated
lorry pulled out from a road and ran straight into the side of the car, the
steering wheel was pushed into Paul's body.  Kylie wasn't touched at all, but
she saw everything that happened, she couldn't release the seatbelt, and she
watched her father, P.. Paul died in front of her.

"The hospital checked her over, but she wouldn't say a word to them - they
arranged for a therapist to try to help her, but nothing seemed to work. 
Without Paul's money we had to move into this house, Kylie has had to be placed
into another school, they know what has happened, and are trying to get her to
mingle, but so far without success, so you can see Kylie talking to you is a
miracle which is why I wanted to know what had happened."

I sat back, yes that would be the reason for her reactions, I looked at Sharon
who was still crying, I looked though the door to the kitchen, I got up and
entered the kitchen, found the kettle, filled it with water and switched it on,
looking around I saw the teapot. Tea-caddie (teabags, but you can't have
everything),  sugar bowl and milk in the fridge - Yes I made a pot of tea,
poured two cups - one weak with two sugars, for Sharon and a stronger cup for
me.

When I returned with the two cups, Sharon hadn't moved, I had to coax her into
drinking the tea, she looked up at me with at slight smile after tasting it.

"You don't make a very good cup of tea, do you?"

"I thought weak, sweet tea was good for shock, and you certainly needed
something." She nodded.

"Yes, thank you, now what is going to happen?"

"Well, what I wanted to do was to make her think that I was going to molest
her, and then give her a reprieve at the last moment, but from what you have
told me I think that I'd better leave her alone, and go home"

"NO. I don't think you'd be able to leave her now, remember you are the first
person that she has willingly spoken to, she must feel that you can be
trusted."

"You want me to actually molest your daughter? I'm sorry but I can't, she has
too many problems of her own without me - find someone else"

"THERE IS NO_ONE ELSE - she's opened to you", I gave Sharon a dirty look, " I
mean she has opened herself up to you, She obeyed you when you told her to do
her homework - she barely acknowledges me when I tell her to, you can help her,
please help her"

This shook me, and I had to think. 

And think

There had to be something else here, why wouldn't she talk to others, why me? 
Why not a teacher at the school? Why not the other kids at the school? - Too
many questions and the only one able to answer, was upstairs.  Would shock
treatment work, or force her back into her shell?

Should I take the risk - should she be forced to take the risk? I looked at
Sharon.

"This school she goes to, the teachers know her problem don't they."

"Yes, I had to go to a special meeting with all the teachers and her therapist,
he was the one who explained what had happened and how they should treat her"

"And that was, how?"

"To try to coax her to relax and join with the others, they shouldn't shout at
her, they were to gradually ease her into the work."

"Real kid gloves, talking about kids, what were the pupils told?"

"Oh, they weren't to be told anything, Kylie was just to be another pupil."

"Another pupil, with special privileges, allowed to do whatever she wants, not
treated like a normal pupil."   At least this was giving me an idea about the
school problem, and from the look on her face it appeared that Sharon was also
seeing the light.

"No wonder the others are picking on her, and when the teachers help her more
so the other kids pick on her more."

"Yes it becomes a vicious circle, the more the teachers help, the worst she is
treated, and if they can't hurt her at school, they'll try after, until
something cracks"

"I have to help her"

"You are, you have asked me to do something, and I will, BUT I will need your
promise to trust me, no matter what I may say or do?   Do you give it?"

"What will you do?"

"I need your promise, do you give it? YES or NO?"

"Well, if I say yes, you could do anything"

"That is true, now what do you say?"

"Yes, yes go ahead do anything, I don't care as long as she gets better?"

"That is the problem, what I do may cause more harm, but it may also help her,
I can't say"

"Kylie spoke to you, that was a start, I'll have to trust you".

"O.K. then, here is the start." I went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted
up them "KYLIE,"

"Yes sir"

"Have you finished your homework?"

"Yes sir."

"Right then, I want you to go to the toilet, I mean you to fully use the
toilet, you understand."

"Y.. Yes sir, "

"And Kylie. Don't forget to wipe yourself completely, I will be checking."

I looked back at Sharon, who had a shocked look on her face, and was starting
to shake her head, I mouthed 'don't worry, I'm not going to hurt her or
anything', after a while the noise of the toilet flushing could be heard.

"Sir?"

"Yes Kylie?"

"I have finished what should I do now?"

"Go into your bedroom and wait for me."  I looked at Sharon "Follow me
upstairs, stay outside her room until I give you the signal, then enter and
just stand facing her"

I walked up the stairs with Sharon behind me, the door to Kylies room was open,
and she was standing just inside with her head down and hands by her side, her
school blazer was hanging up by the cupboard, she was wearing a blouse and
skirt with white socks and shoes.

"Kylie." She flinched. "Stand by the bed, facing me and look at me", she
quickly moved to where I had directed her and looked up, tears were on her
face.

"Kylie, you remember what you said to me?"

"But I did my homework as you said" I heard a slight gasp from behind the door
but ignored it.

"Yes, you have started to obey me, but there was no time limit given was
there?"

Kylie shook her head "No sir"

"And do you know when the time limit will end?"

"No sir"

"When I say it has ended, and not before, do you understand this?"

"But that's not fair.  You didn't even have to do anything! There wasn't anyone
there, so I don't owe you anything!"

"But you asked me to walk you home, you said you would do anything as long as I
walked you home, and I did, so you do owe me!  Do you agree?"

"I suppose so!"

"What was that?"

"Yes, okay yes I owe you."

"Good, now as you remember that, lets see you take off your blouse"

Her eyes widened in surprise, I gestured at her to show I meant it and her
hands reluctantly started on the first button.

I watched impassively as she undid the last button and stood with the front
open, I motioned to her again and with a sigh she slipped the blouse off her
shoulders and onto the floor, she didn't wear a bra, as there was no need for
one, she was flat chested with small nubbins just appearing to mark her as a
woman.

"Good, now turn slowly round until you're facing me again", she put a straight
expression on her face as she started to turn, when she had completed the turn
I was ready with the next command.

"Now remove your skirt"

"No, I won't."

"Why not?"

"'Cause you're a nasty man!  You want to hurt me don't you?"

"It doesn't matter what I am, you made a promise and you should keep it no
matter what, now remove your skirt, or do you want me to do it?"

"No, I'll do it. Just don't come near me"

"I'll be standing here, but you may have to ask me to come closer later!"

She looked hard at me when I said this, but started to unbutton, and unzip her
skirt, which fell down onto the floor.  She was left standing in navy blue
knickers, white socks and shoes, there was a small damp patch at the front of
her knickers - was she frightened of me, or excited?  Oh well, on to other
things.

"Pick up your skirt and blouse and put them neatly away, then get back to
there"

She almost seemed too happy to do this, just as long as I didn't want to
continue with her, however this was short lived as the clothes were quickly
hidden, she returned to her position.

"Well done, now I want you to take off your knickers for me."

Her eyes widened and she started to shake her head no.

"No, oh no, No I won't, I won't do that for you. I WILL NOT DO THAT"

"So you won't do as you promised. Or are you scared of what I'm going to do to
you"

She nodded her head

"What if I was to ask you to turn around so that your back's to me, would that
be better?"

She dropped her eyes and nodded, tears were starting to flow down her cheeks

"O.K, turn round and face the wall, take your knickers down and count slowly to
20, then you WILL turn round and face me, does that sound better?"

"Not much, you'll still see me"

"But you will be keeping your promise won't you", she nodded then turned round,
her hands reaching for the sides of her knickers, as they started to lower I
quietly left the room and motioned Sharon into the room.

"1..  2..  3..  4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.."  The count went on as I quietly walked
downstairs to my cup of tea, "17..  18..  19.. 20" There was a moment of
silence followed by

"Mum...  MOMMY. OH MOMMY, I'm SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT, I DIDN'T MEAN TO
KILL DADDY" after this I heard Kylies door shut and quiet talking and sobbing
coming from the room.

After a long time Sharon came downstairs, I had another cup of tea ready for
her as well as a box of tissues, she then told me the whole story.

 While Kylie was being driven to school by her father she was singing a pop
song, because of his mood, following the argument with Sharon, Paul started to
tell Kylie to be quiet, he started shouting at Kylie and turned round to check
that she was belted in correctly, when he turned back the lorry was already in
the way and the car hit it.  Because of this Kylie thought that she had caused
the accident, the last words her father said was, 'Don't worry darling, It
wasn't you', but she thought he was just trying to placate her.

This was the final piece of the puzzle; Kylie blamed herself because she was
talking too much, so she decided never to talk again. Until she was forced to,
now that she was talking about this things should get better for her, I said
goodbye to Sharon and asked her to say goodbye to Kylie for me, and then I let
myself out of the house.

As I was walking back home, I remembered the door that the group of girls had
entered, without thinking about it I went upto the door and knocked on it.

A young girl, about 10, answered the door, 

"Good afternoon, is your mother or father in?"

"No, they don't get in until later today,"

"Oh dear, that's a pity, I wanted to say something to some girls but I can't if
your parents aren't here, I can call back later - I don't like bullies, do
you?"

"No I don't like bullies either - what do you want to say, do you want to come
in?"

"I would but then I could be in trouble, entering a house without adults in it,
I can talk out here if you prefer."

"That should be OK, we can stay at the window and you can talk to us from
there."

The door closed, leaving me outside, then I was faced with a group of 4 girls
looking out through the window.

"Do you know a girl called Kylie, just started at school?"

"Yes, she's a teachers pet, too proud to talk to us, won't play with us.  She
really gets up our noses"

"That sounds like her, but it's only to be expected when you see your father
die in front of you"

A few faces went red and the girls started to look at one another.

"It seems that the doctors and teachers decided to keep an eye on Kylie, but
not to force her too much, until she starts to mingle, but since she was so
wrapped up in herself, it the children at the school are starting to bully her,
if fact it got so bad that she went upto a total stranger, and you never know
what may happen to young girls that do that - all because of bullies."

"We didn't mean...     I mean"

"All I'm saying is that Kylie has had serious problems, which she is just
starting to get over, all she need is some good friends, friends who are able
to just be there when she needs them, who are going to try to understand what
she needs, where can she find such friends?   Anyway, I've finished talking,
I'll leave you now, goodbye."

This time I did go home.


Some weeks later, I was working in my garden when I heard a voice say

 "Mister, can you help me?"   I looked up and there was a smiling Kylie with
her new friends on bicycles

-30-

This is purely fictitious, children should been seen but not touched, this is
against most countries law. Its okay to think about this but never, NEVER try
to do anything, although in some religions it isn't even ok to think, see you
in Hell.


This was a first story; yes I am British (No I don't really like tea, but you
know stereotypes).

 For those of you wanting a bit more, sorry but this story would not go that
way.  Perhaps I'm too tight arsed (anal retentive ;-0 ) well possibly, I will
try to write other stories and lets see what happens.

Wandering lanes 20 July 2001.

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