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The Girl With A Bicycle - Part 18
By Wandering Lanes

Story codes (M, g, no-sex, slow)


I hung up the phone on Maria - Kylie was sitting in a chair
watching me.

"Uncle Mike, what did you mean last night, when you said you'd
lost Becky, isn't she a bit large to just lose?"

I gave a small smile, and motioned Kylie to come to me, which she
did, placing herself in my lap, I said - "There are many ways to
lose someone, a careless word, a simple gesture and they take
umbrage and walk out of your life forever, but in my dream Becky
said I didn't stop them from taking her. But then later in
another dream you and Becky were happily playing together, and I
was being asked if I was happy with what I said?"

Kylie looked at me, "So what did you say?"

"That's what I asked - but I never found out"

"Why not?" Kylie asked.

I looked at her, "Because a young girl woke me up forbreakfast."

She looked down, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

I hugged her, "Of course you didn't, I'm not angry, it just these
dreams are pointing to something, it could be on one hand Becky
is taken away somehow, but on the other I do something that
brings her into this family" - THIS FAMILY! There I go again,
forgetting that I'm just a visitor to Kylie's family. I have to
remember that. But I had a warm feeling just thinking about the
family.

Just then a voice came from Kylie's radio, "Kylie, Mr. Mike are
you there?"

I remembered that I'd turned down my radio, I turned up the
volume and answered Becky, "Good morning Becky, we're bothhere."

Her voice came back, "Well where is here? I'm at your house
trying to find you!"

I replied, "I'm sorry Becky, We're at Sharon's house, do you want
to come round?"

"If I can please Mr. Mike, Mum's gone out and Dad's at work and
after yesterday I don't want to be alone."

I felt for her, "Of course you can, Becky. You know we'll always
be here for you."

I heard relief in her voice, "I know Mr. Mike - I'll be round
soon."

I hugged Kylie again, "Please don't tell Becky - I don't want to
cause her any more pain."

Kylie nodded her head, "Okay Uncle Mike. I'll keep quiet, but
isn't this what Darren did to Becky?"

She was sharp, I nodded, "Yes, you're right it is the same, but
for different reasons - Darren told her to say nothing to protect
himself, but he didn't give a reason, but I gave a reason and I'm
really leaving the decision to you - it's unfair of me, but I
don't want to order you to keep quiet, I'm trusting you to do the
correct thing." - Was I trying to put too much on her? Only time
would tell.

Becky soon turned up, I could tell she was in a mood, I said "You
need to talk about it, do you want to talk to me?"

She looked at me - and tears started, "Oh Mr. Mike - I was
getting on so well with Nancy, then that Dave came in and said I
was lying! How could he do that?"

I pulled her onto my lap, and stroked her hair, "Tell me what
happened yesterday, from the beginning." She told me her story,
which, later, I managed to find out the full details, which I
include here.
___________________________________________________________

Maria arrived at the Smiths house ready to take Becky back to
Social Services to continue the interview, when she knocked on
the door George Smith answered it.

"I'm glad you're here, we need your advice, well, Mildred and me,
need your professional advice"

Maria gave her best 'don't worry I'm here to help' smiles,
"Certainly Mr. Smith, what can I do?"  

George showed her into the living room where Mildred was sitting,
then said, "Well we had a bit of a shock yesterday, and the
police searched Darren's room, knocked us both for six, if you
know what I mean." Maria nodded, George continued, "Well, we were
just sitting here, numb like, and then Sharon Williams comes
round with 'er boyfriend and the next thing we knows they've got
us all geared up for dinner round his house.

"I mean after all the bad, this comes out of the blue, I asks him
why he's doing this, and he says because he wants to help Becky -
Not me, not the missus, but Becky! - Which got us both thinking,
anyhow he comes back with his car to pick us up, drives us to his
house, Sharon's there cooking dinner, Well 'cause of the problems
we've been having eating was the last thing we thought of, but it
smelt good.

"Then that Mike bloke shows up with tea, then tries to tell us to
snap out of it, well, not like that, he said how's Becky needed
us to help her, but it got the missus talking, seems she knew
about Becky and Darren, but kept quiet - seems it went all the
way back to when Becky was born, I'm out of my depth here, the
missus needs help, is there anything you can suggest?"

Maria looked at Mrs. Smith, "Do you want me to arrange something
for you," the woman looked up and nodded. Maria smiled, "Good I
know just the person." She took out her portable phone and
dialled a number, "Hello Mac? - Its Maria, I'm fine, but I didn't
call you to talk shop," she laughed, "Mac, now listen do you have
a space this morning? No! Oh, how about this afternoon? Yes it is
quite urgent. Thanks, I'll give her your address, and I'll pass
on some info to you. Thanks Mac, bye."

Maria looked at Mildred, "Okay, now Mac is one of the best
councillors I know, she'll soon have you sorted out."

Mildred looked confused, "Mac? She? I'm sorry I thought you were
talking to a man?"

Maria shook her head, "No Patricia MacMasters is certainly no
man, and I didn't think you'd be comfortable talking to a man
would you?"

Mildred was relieved, although she knew she needed help, it was
true she could never tell a man of her worries, she shook her
head, "No I couldn't, thank you." She reached out her hand to
Maria.

Maria took it in both of hers, "No - you're the one who realised
you needed help, I'm just giving you the step on the path, well
the second step actually, you took the first on your own, now
you've got friends to help, remember that."

Mildred looked at Maria, "That's what Mike said, didn't he
George? He said he would help us."

George nodded, "Yes love, he did. But he also said you," he
looked at Maria, "would be the best person to ask."

Mildred added, "And he was right, again."

Maria gave the address to Mildred, and wrote down the time, and
then glancing at her watch gasped and said, "I've got to hurry if
I'm going to get Becky in on time." And with a hurried 'bye' she
and Becky left the house and dashed for the car, with the clouds
threatening above.

When they were safely in the car and driving to the Social
Services centre, Maria asked Becky "When did Mr. Moore see your
parents Becky?"

Becky replied, "Donno, the first I knew was when I got in to Mr.
Mike's kitchen and Dad was sitting there, He was different, he
didn't call be Rebecca, he hasn't been like that to me for a long
time. I think Mr. Mike had a word with him. Kylie did say he'd
help me - like he did for her"

Maria was puzzled - Kylie Williams had never crossed her path
until Becky had been brought to their attention, "Becky, what was
wrong with Kylie?"

Becky smiled, "There's nothing wrong with Kylie, not now, but
before at school, she was silent, kept to herself, some of the
girls started to bully her, thought she was a teachers pet, kept
reading books, then one day some of the girls suddenly stopped
picking on her, and she had changed too, became happier. I was
annoyed because I wasn't happy but she was."

Becky paused, thinking, "I suppose I was jealous of her."

Maria slowed the car down, "Why were you jealous of Kylie?" she
switched on the portable recorder she normally carried.

Becky hadn't noticed and carried on talking, "Well, it didn't
seem fair, Kylie was in a worst state than me, and yet she
started to have friends, and I didn't - I couldn't talk to
anyone, in case Darren found out, then a couple of days later she
came to me. Wanted to talk, she said, I shouted at her to leave
me alone, but she wouldn't. She kept asking me stupid questions.
Pestering me, I wanted to hit her."

Maria asked, "So why didn't you?" she was driving slower, keeping
an eye on the road, and another on Becky.

Becky started to cry, "I. I. Couldn't, 'cos that's what Darren
would have done. So I tried to run away, but I tripped on
something and hurt my ankle. She took me to see the nurse, and
stayed with me, just hugging me." The tears were flowing with the
memory, "She accepted me even though I tried to push her away,
helped me, then I told her."

Maria stopped the car, not caring of the horns behind her, or the
jeers from the other drivers as they passed her, just
concentrating on holding Becky whilst she cried.

After a while, Becky continued with her story, "After the nurse
had left us, we started to talk - she had problems, but was
sorting them out, Mr. Mike had helped her, he also spoke to some
of the girls bullying Kylie. She thought that if she could find
him, he could help me - it took her two weeks and me another day,
when I first saw him I was too scared to talk."

She looked at Maria, "I know it was stupid of me, but all I could
do was to look up at him. But he didn't do anything, just smiled
at me and walked on upstairs, and that was my first look at Mr.
Mike."

Maria asked, "Did 'Mr. Mike' do anything to you? Try to touch you
or hurt you in anyway at all?"

Becky laughed, "He didn't even try to cop a feel, when I called
him a wimp! All he did was laugh. But he isn't a wimp. He was
there when I needed him. Try to touch me? I don't think I'd put
up a fight even if he wanted to do 'it' to me."

Maria looked at the girl, she was serious, but it could only be
the transference of dependency from her parents to Mike Moore.
Such a thing did happen, but normally at a cost. She decided that
she'd have to check out this Mike Moore. But after she'd made an
updated report to Nancy and Dave. 

When they arrived at the office she took Becky to the video room,
and asked her to make herself comfortable, then she went to see
Dave and Nancy.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

During the meeting Dave, who seemed to be in a worst mood than
normal, said, "No, I don't buy it - The girl's obviously playing
us for fools, she's seen enough television to be aware of the
video routine - she thinks she knows what to tell us. . ."

Nancy interrupted him, "No you're wrong, such emotion is hard to
keep up, she isn't faking this, and I'm surprised that she didn't
fall apart some time ago."

Maria spoke up, "She almost did, then found some-one to help,
listen to this." And she played back the recording - 'Well it
didn't seem. . . . . '

They listened to the recording, at the end Nancy said, "Well she
didn't seem to be faking that!"

Maria said, "She wasn't - that was straight from the heart, I
don't know what this Mike Moore has done, but the police report
and the doctors reports all give his conduct as remarkably
correct, even the examination was, well, clinical - Becky was the
one who made the moves, this Mike Moore tried to persuade her
otherwise, but allowed her to dictate the pace - If it had been
any other man, well I don't think she'd even go to thehospital."

Dave snorted, "So find out about this Mike Moore, see what type
of hold he has over the girl - he's obviously out for his own
gain.  Nancy talk to Rebecca," Nancy tried to correct his use of
the name, he waved her off, "Her name is Rebecca, Becky is a
nickname remember that, get the truth from her, don't let her fob
you off with lies, remember your training. Now get moving!"

The two women left his office, Maria turned to Nancy, "What's got
into him?"

Nancy looked back at the closed door and said, "He's having
problems at home, apparently, but he's been going downhill for
the past few months, I think we're going to have to do something
soon."

Maria looked slightly shocked, "But we can't just call for help,"


Nancy said, "When you know the right people, and when you know
that they're also keeping an eye out," she looked round
conspiratorially, "Don't mention this to anyone, but I've been
keeping a diary - no, not off my own bat, I was asked to by Head
Office."

Maria was now rocking with the shocks, "On who? I mean is it on
everyone or just Dave?"

Nancy nodded, "Just Dave - his reports to them seem to be getting
erratic, and they're not happy with some of his results, I think
things may be coming to a head! Look I can't say anymore, I've
got Becky to talk to. Rebecca indeed, he's really losing it!"

They went their separate ways, as she had some time spare Maria
decided to talk to Mike Moore, from their brief talk on Friday he
seemed to be on the level, was it an act? Or did he really want
the best for the girl? Well drastic action might be needed to
prove this! (see chapter 16).

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Nancy found Becky playing with the Samantha doll, looking around
she found the Sam doll in the corner of the room - she sat down
in the interviewer's chair.

"Hello Becky, why's Sam over in the corner?"

Becky looked at her, "I don't like that doll!" there was venom in
her voice.

Nancy replied, "But its just a doll, it hasn't done you any
harm."

Becky was stubborn, "But last week you called it Darren, and I
had to treat it as if it was Darren, I don't like Darren and so I
don't like the doll."

Nancy sighed, "But sometimes a doll is just a doll, it's just the
labels we attach to them that gives them form, It could be
another name like Paul, William or Mike" she added the last name
to see the results

Becky looked up, "Mike? As in Mr. Mike?" Nancy nodded, Becky ran
to the doll, "I'm sorry Mr. Mike," she picked up the doll and
walked back to her chair, talking all the time to the doll. "I'm
sorry Mr. Mike, I didn't mean to leave you there, only Darren
deserves to be left out like that, you don't." she sat down. 

Nancy was making notes, she checked her watch, the tape was about
to run out, time for the next one, this was normally done by a
technician but their one was on a tea break, "Becky, can you
excuse me for a moment?" the girl nodded, still talking to the
doll.

Nancy left the room and entered the video control room, sure
enough the attention light was flashing on the camera, Nancy got
the next time in line, checked the label, Child Interview 125 -
or CI125 she unloaded the tape from the camera, checked the label
CI124, placed it in the re-wind machine and loaded CI125 into the
camera, logged the time and the child's name onto the sheet of
paper provided and went back to the room, in her haste to return
she didn't notice the monitor light was on.

"Sorry about that Becky, now if we can get started, do you want
to put Mike down?" Becky sat the doll with the Samantha doll on
the chair beside her, "Thank you. Now on Friday you told me how
your brother Darren started to abuse you, by making you suck him,
what happened later, did he do anything else to you?"

Becky thought back "Well in the first few weeks that was all, but
later he started to undress me and look at me while I sucked him.
Then he started to push his fingers into me." When asked by Nancy
'where?' and 'show me with Samantha' Becky pointed to the doll's
Virginia and anus.

Becky continued, "Then one night, our parents were out, he made
me undress in the living room and lie down on the carpet, he said
he wanted more, he pulled my legs up until they were touching my
chest, I told him it hurt, all he said was 'good', then he went
down on me, pushing his cock inside me, when I started to scream,
he hit me and told me to shut up, but it was hurting me, then he
laid on top of me! I couldn't move and he was squashing me, then
he started to move up and down, pushing and pulling his cock
inside me. When he finished he tired to make me suck him clean,
his cock had red streaks on it, and my cunt (that's what he
called it) was sore and had his spunk and blood, coming out of
it. I thought I was dying, that his using me had ruined my
insides, he told me I was a stupid cunt, that I should know
better, and stuck his cock into my face to clean it."

Becky looked into the sadden eyes of Nancy, "The next day at
school I found a book in the library 'How my body grows' or
something daft like that, I found out what he had done, broken my
hymen - I don't think he really knew how that had hurt me!"

Becky continued, "The next night, I was still sore, but when he
came into my bedroom he did it again, but as Mum and Dad were
home he gagged me, so they wouldn't hear and he kept on doing
that every night."

"I don't know how long that lasted, it would be wake up, suck
cock, go to school, get home, if Darren was alone it would be
undress and fuck, if Mum and Dad were home, it would be suck. And
fuck after they went to bed.  I think that one night I heard
someone at the door, but nobody said anything!"

Becky was crying at this point, Nancy put down her pad and hugged
the girl saying, "Don't worry, you're safe now, let it out, let
go of your pain and fear."

This was straight out of the text book, tears were a sign of
release, Becky obviously needed this cathartic release, Nancy
carried on hugging the girl, "Oh Becky, I know that was difficult
for you, do you want to stop for a few moments, to recover
yourself?" the young girl nodded.

Nancy looked at Becky and asked, "So why is Mr. Mike a wimp?" 

Becky smiled through her tears, "Well, he looks so large, at
least to me he does, but he's so gentle as well - He's never
moaned at me. I thought all men were the same, you know just want
the one thing from girls, but he didn't! So I thought either he
was gay or there was something else - When Kylie told me how he
carried on with her mother I knew he wasn't queer, so I decided
he had to be a wimp, afraid to show his true side."

Nancy laughed, "And after last week, now how would you describe
him?"

Becky was decisive, "Oh he's still a wimp, but he's the type of
wimp that helps people, I like him, and trust him." She seemed to
get lost in her thoughts

Nancy decided to push, "And if he wanted to have sex with you,
how would you feel?"

Becky got dreamy eyed at the thought, alarm bells started to
clang in Nancy's head, Becky answered "I would let him, I know
he'd never hurt me as Darren did, I mean he's already shown me
how sex should feel." Nancy sat up straight.

"Becky how do you mean? Has he touched you - sexually I mean?"

Becky now realised what she had said, "Oh please don't lock him
up, it wasn't him really, he was just there when it happened."

Nancy was confused, her senses told her to call the police, her
heart heard the pleading of the young girl, the heart won, for
now. "Alright Becky, please tell me the truth, what happened."

So Becky told Nancy how she'd watched Mike and Sharon having sex,
she wouldn't say making love, and how they found out she was
watching (see chapter 7) then to Nancy's amazement how Sharon had
brought Becky to climax. "But the thing was, when she first
started I called out my safeword, and Mr. Mike stopped her."

Nancy looked up again, "Safe word? Why would you need a safe
word?" the only place she'd heard of such was in bondage stories
- was Becky 'tied' into someone like that?

Becky smiled at the memory, "Well Mr. Mike didn't want to alarm
me, so if he does something that scares me I just have to shout
out teapot and he'll stop. And he did then! Aunt Sharon didn't
want to stop but he held her, and told her, then sheapologised."

Nancy, despite her feelings, laughed at this, "Teapot? Why that
word?"

Becky shrugged, "I donno, just the first thing he thought of I
suppose," then she added, "Kylies got a good one, dinosaur - I
mean how comes she had a good one like that, and I've got a
teapot?"

Nancy asked, "And does she ever have to use it?"

Becky started to shake her head, the said, "Wait, yes when we
were in the car, she shouted it out!"

Nancy looked at her, in the car - what the hell was he doing?
"Why did she shout out? What was Mike doing to her?"

Becky snorted in laugher at Nancy's tone, "He was driving, but it
was Kylie who was freaking out, Mr. Mike stopped the car, undid
her belt and took her out before I knew anything! Kylie told me
later that she'd been in a road accident, and that was the first
time she'd been back in a car since then."

Nancy was amazed, "And he stopped the car there and then, what
about the other traffic?"

Becky though, " Well there wasn't much, but Mr. Mike just
indicated and pulled in, he was that worried."

Nancy considered the words - He'd given both girls safe words,
which was ominous, but when used he acted immediately - which was
reassuring. Becky had admitted that she'd been molested, but by
Sharon Williams not Mike Moore, although he'd been present, and
had stopped Sharon when Becky had said her safe word. Finally
Becky was showing dependency on Mike - trusted him, even to the
extent of allowing him to hold her whilst undergoing an
embarrassing examination. She came to a decision.

"Becky, I shouldn't do this, by rights I should report both Mrs.
Williams and Mr. Moore for child molestation, " Becky started to
speak, but Nancy stopped her, "Please Becky, let me finish. At
Social Services the child must come first, for their protection
from those who would prey on them - But I can't say that Mrs.
Williams or Mr. Moore has molested you, after your life with
Darren, I would say they were giving you therapy." She looked at
Becky, "You see Becky - Children such as yourself feel that sex
is normal and try to have sex with anybody, they need to be
weaned off that interest until they're at an age when they can
appreciate normal sexual attraction, from your description Darren
didn't show you any real affection during the sexual act, you
were just a toy to him, but what Mrs. Williams and Mr. Moore are
doing is showing you that sex can be pleasant, with the added
safety net so that they will stop when you want to."

Becky came in with, "Yes like when I kept tickling Kylie in the
bathroom, she said her safe word, but I wouldn't listen to it,
Mr. Mike stopped me and said that Darren would have treated me
like that, and he was right, so I apologised to Kylie, because I
didn't want to listen."

Nancy nodded, "Yes that is the thing with safe words - you have
to trust the person you're speaking to, trust that they will
stop."

Becky replied, "I trust Mr. Mike and Aunt Sharon, they were the
first adults to listen to me," Becky kept the rest of her words
to herself ('and I think I love them')

Nancy looked at her watch, 10:30 - she spoke to Becky. "I'm just
getting a drink. Do you want anything?" Becky shook her head,
"Okay then if you just play with the dolls, I'll be back
shortly." And she left the room.

As soon as she had started for the drinks machine, Dave was on
the move, he entered the interview room and walked up to Becky.

He spoke at Becky, "You really think you have us going don't you.
Well Rebecca you're wrong, you see we've been working with
children like you, we know when you're just telling us things
that you think we want to know, so don't try to pull the wool
over our eyes, because it won't wash. Now when Nancy gets back, I
suggest you think carefully about what you say." He turned round
and left the room.

Nancy saw him walking from the room, 'I wonder what he's been
doing?' She thought to herself.

She entered the room, the atmosphere had changed - Becky had
withdrawn into herself, Nancy tried for half an hour, but only
got monosyllabic answers. She managed to get Becky to eat
something, but when Maria turned up to take her home progress had
stopped. She was going to check on the tape, but found she had
another client to interview, and was late leaving. 

When she got a phone call the next day from Maria about Becky's
complaint she was still in bed, but was quickly up and rushing to
work.
___________________________________________________________

After Becky had told her story, and cried herself out again, I
hugged her, "Don't worry Becky, I'm certain it will all turn out
okay!"

Becky sniffled, "B. but Mr. Mike, Nancy knows about you and Aunt
Sharon, she'll have to tell other people, I might be responsible
for getting you both locked up."

I stroked her hair to calm her, "No you're not responsible, you
told the truth - what ever happens never be afraid of thetruth."

Kylie piped up with, "He is right you know Becky. When Maria
asked me the same question yesterday, Uncle Mike made me tell the
truth, it was awful, I thought she was going to take him to the
police."

I spoke to Becky again, "So you see, they've had 2 chances to
have me arrested, so don't worry - the Spanish have a saying 'que
sera, sera' 'Whatever will be, will be' - now what are we going
to do for the rest of the day?"

Kylie spoke up, "Well we've got all my stuff packed away for
tomorrow. So can we go to the pond and feed the ducks?"

I was amazed - Kylie asking to go into the town centre, "You know
we'll have to go by car?"

She looked me in the eyes, "Uncle Mike, I've got to get use to
this, I can't stay out of cars all my life, can I?" She was
pleading with me to let her go, in a way it was being 'too adult'
of her.

I was glad she wanted to take the step, but I still wasn't sure,
"Kylie, are you really sure you want to do this?"

She took at deep breath, "Not really Uncle Mike, and if it gets
too bad, I will let you know, honest!"

I looked at the sky, the rain of yesterday had gone, the sun was
just hanging in the blue sky, I look to the kitchen, I'd need to
buy some more bread on the way back, "Okay then, are you ready to
go now?"

She looked at her dress, Becky's jeans, then she shook her head,
"Not quite ready Uncle Mike," She looked at Becky, "We both need
to change, come on Becky, I've got yours upstairs."

Becky looked blank for a moment - then realising what Kylie
meant, smiled and followed Kylie upstairs.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

A few minutes later, both girls came down wearing the yellow
dresses - laughing and giggling between themselves, I picked up
Sharons last crusts of bread, and escorted the two out of the
house.

We got to my garage, I let the two get into the car before I took
it out, made sure their belts were on correctly, carefully drove
out of the garage, closed the door behind us and started, again
slowly - I still wasn't sure how well Kylie would take this, to
drive into town.

Actually she did quite well, I turned on the radio, it was some
strange pop song, which Becky knew and started to sing to, Kylie
gulped a bit, then softly joined in, picking up the volume and
singing along with Becky - which took her mind off the journey, I
hoped she didn't think about what she was doing, and panicagain.

We parked in the multi-story and I let both girls out, Kylie was
ecstatic, "I did it Uncle Mike, I did it!"

I hugged her - "You sure did, but remember this is a trip you're
now used to doing. Soon we'll have to try further afield."

She went slightly white at the thought, but nodded, "Yes, but
after camp please! I don't think we have time today."

We had, but I didn't think I should push her too hard, one
victory at a time.

Just to check we went into Greg's shop, he looked up, "Mike, I've
been trying to get hold of you, your mobiles switched off," I got
it out and looked at it, I hadn't turned it on, Greg continued,
"They've agreed to the price, I've sent them the bank details, so
we have the rights to those radios, what the he . ." He
remembered the two girls, " . . ck are we going to do with them?"
Becky giggled and whispered into Kylies ear, she giggled.

I told the girls to look around the shop, while I had words with
Greg, "I don't know Greg. What would you suggest?"

He looked at me as if I was mad, "Mike do you think you want to
lie down? Are you running a temperature? Or have you just gone
off your rocker?"

I smiled, "No, no and possibly. - Look Greg, the radios are too
good an idea to give up on, and I want to see more made - I don't
know try selling them as child alarms - to let mothers have a
quick contact with their children, or as toys - you know play
hunt and seek - a multiple game of hide and seek."

He could see the possibilities, then came up with the main
question, "That's all well and good Mike, but who could we get to
make them?"

I patted him on his shoulder, "Well I think the original firm
would still have the patterns and parts in stock, ask them to
make a batch up for us. Say 50 of the simple type and 10 of the
masters."

He countered with - "They wouldn't make so few I would think
they'd do 150 of the simple and 20 of the others."

I nodded, "Okay then lets go with that, but try my way first, if
they balk then try your way, and we'll work from there." He
agreed, we bided each other goodbye, I gathered the two girls up
with me and we left the shop.

Kylie looked at me, "Uncle Mike - how can you do that?" I just
tapped the side of my nose,

"Because I can, and because Greg trusts me."

Becky then asked, "But what if your idea goes wrong?"

I laughed, "Then I'll be out some money, and Greg won't be so
quick to trust me again, I could live with the former - but
wouldn't like the latter!"  We carried onto the park.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

The ducks were glad to see us, or rather the bread we brought -
quacking for attention then fighting for the scraps flung by the
girls. When the bread was finished and the last inquiring duck
finally convinced - the girls went to play on the swings.

An elderly voice said, "It's so nice to see children enjoying
themselves, I hope you're looking after your daughters well." -
Why did everyone think they were mine? Oh well, 

I spoke to the lady beside me, "I hope I am, at least they're
happy with me!" She smiled and walked on, leaving me to sit on a
park bench, watching the two girls as they were playing together
- If I could only find out what I'd said in my dream!

___________________________________________________________

At the Police station, DS Nichols had some bad news for Darren,
he spoke to him in the cells, "Now then Darren, you'll be happy
to hear that the CPS have decided not to try you for attempted
rape. However the 2 counts of mugging, and paedophilic pictures
found in your room will be held against you, you're going for
another arraignment tomorrow at 11 O'clock. - Sleep well"

Darren swore at the policeman, and then started to think. He had
to get out of the jail, he remembered what his friend Jones used
to say, how the screws in the courthouse didn't really keep an
eye on the prisoners, and the shift change was at mid-day, he had
heard of prisoners changing names, and getting out - so if he had
a chance, then YES. And those BITCHES would pay, and pay big
time!

- 30


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My apologies for the Spanish - I'm afraid English is the only
language I speak, and my American readers would question my
spelling in many cases. Please bear with me.     WL

- Normal disclaimers apply - Ducks do need feeding, but not
always with bread, sorry I meant to say - Adults and Children
should be allowed to mix, but never for sexual release of the
first party, and the second party shouldn't even be aware of such
thing in the first place. 


- So Darren has plans, but luckily Kylie should be at Brownie
Camp. This is given as a warning to those of a nervous
disposition.


I would like to thank all those who have written to me with
comments about this story and the way of the world in general,
thank you, and you, and you, and you - this could go on for ages,
if you want to send comments, criticism and brick-bats I can be
contacted on wanderinglanes@aol.com, as always I will try to
answer those that I can.

Wandering Lanes 30th September 2001.



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