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The Girl With A Bicycle - Part 23
By Wandering Lanes

Codes (Mg, rp, incest, non-con, slow)

I had put the car in the garage, walked to my house, and entered
when I heard the telephone ringing - I answered it.

A tearful voice was on the other end, "Is that you Uncle Mike?"

It was Kylie, I said, "Yes Kylie, I'm here, and I'm so proud of
you!"

Her voice showed her vexation, "That's what every-one's saying,
but I should have done more!"

I tried to console her, "But Kylie, the girl is safe - thanks to
you, what if he had taken you as well? You wouldn't have been
able to help her? Now why don't you tell me the whole story - I
missed your news debut."

She laughed at this, and started to tell me everything, I found
out the rest from Margaret when the Brownies returned.

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The morning sun had risen over the Brownie's camp, and Kylie's
six were waking up looking forward to the day ahead. First thing,
after washing and dressing, was clearing up the tent, all
sleeping bags to be rolled up, to create more space, Kylie hid
her moth-eaten toy (Mr. Barbar). Why she'd packed it with her
she'd never know, then she remembered when she last went on a
Brownie's Holiday - then they had stayed in a hotel type place,
they had proper beds there, but there was something about
sleeping bags that was fun too.  Then her radio came to life,
also those of the other sixes in the tent.

"This is Brown Owl, all girls to the assembly point."  Kylie
smiled, with the radios, and the broadcast ability it gave Brown
Owl, their pack was always on time, giving them a higher score
than the others, there was some word about the radios being
banned next camp. But until then the pack was happy.

The girls arrived at the assembly point practically together, and
sorted themselves behind their respective leaders, and then there
was a wait while the other packs sorted themselves out.

"Margaret, you really must let me know where you got those from,
I know my pack could use them as well" - this was from another
Brown Owl to Kylie's Brown Owl, who had to explain that there
were no more being made, and that they were lucky to have them
donated to them.

Then the leader of the camp addressed the packs assembled there.

"Good morning Brownies and Guides." She waited for the reply from
the group, "Today we are going to split you up into teams, we are
working for the woodland badge, find as many leaves as you can,
then bring them here and identify the tree where they came from."
She turned to Margaret, "I think that at least one of your girls
should be in each group, so that we can keep track of everyone"

 This was agreed and the girls were soon reassigned into groups,
Kylie found herself with 5 other girls, Mandy, Sarah, Grace,
Abigail and Cindy. Abigail was given the position of leader and
the six girls ran off into the woods.

"We need to find different leaves - Kylie and Sarah if you go
over to the copse there and see what you can find.  Mandy and
Grace over to the right, and Cindy and I will go to the left,
meet here is 5 minutes okay?" Abigail was trying to ensure that
her group got the most leaves.

Kylie and Sarah ran together holding hands - Kylie looked at
Sarah "Are you enjoying this?" Sarah nodded her head,

"Yeah, it's a lot better than home!"

Kylie stopped, 'not another one!' she thought.  "Why what's wrong
at home? You're not being hurt at home are you?"

Sarah shook her head "Oh no, its nothing like that, Mum and Dad
have just got divorced, and for the past few months they've been
arguing, you've no idea! How are your parents? They're not
divorcing are they?"

Kylie dropped her eyes, "No, they're not" and tears started to
form, 

Sarah stopped "Kylie what's wrong, I didn't mean to make you
unhappy," 

Kylie blinked back the tears, "It's okay Sarah, you didn't know,
but my Daddy died a few months ago, and Mummy's been sad since
then," her face brightened up, "Well, until she met Uncle Mike,"

Sarah cried out, "Oh Kylie, I'm sorry. What's this Uncle Mike
like? - He doesn't hurt you does he,"

Kylie laughed, "Oh no, Uncle Mike's not like that, I trust him,
he helps me and tries to help my friends, he's the one that got
the radios for the pack," The snap of a twig caught the girls
attention, a man was looking at them from the roadway.

Sarah said. "Hey, that's my Dad, what's he doing here? According
to Mum I'd never see him again."  The man waved to the girls,
Sarah ran to him, "Dad what're you doing here?"

The man made a shushing motion with his arms, "You don't think a
stupid court order would keep me away from you princess? Now if
you come with me, I can get us to grandpa's before anyone can
stop us, you want to see grandpa again don't you?"

Sarah shook her head, "No Dad, he lives too far away, and Mum
couldn't get to visit me, I'll be better off here."

"Princess, princess you don't understand, your mother is holding
you back, you need to be able to spread yourself, now back home
with grandpa you'll have all the space you need, come on
princess, get into the car now," and he reached out and grabbed
Sarah's arm

"Kylie help, me" Kylie tried to grab Sarah's other arm, but her
father was too quick, 

He smiled at Kylie, "Sorry darling, but my daughter's with me
now, and there's nothing you can do about it, say goodbye to your
friend, Sarah," and he pulled the girl to his car, with Kylie
behind him, she took off the radio she had, turned the volume
down, and pressed the 'find me' button.

As the car door was opened, Kylie threw the radio into the car,
noticing that it was hidden on the floor, she took a note of the
car number, make and colour, then she brought her second radio
down her arm, and pressed the broadcast button.

"FLAMINGO, FLAMINGO, FLAMINGO - Brown Owl, I need help!"

"This is Brown Owl, is that you Kylie?"

"Yes Brown Owl, we need to call the police, Sarah's dad has just
taken her away,"

"Okay Kylie, we'll get onto the police,  - ALL GIRLS return to
the assembly point." Kylie ran to where the other four girls were
waiting,

Abigail was angry "There you are, where's Sarah,"

Kylie was out of breath, "Kidnapped! We've got to return to the
assembly point."

Abigail didn't like being told what to do "Why? Who said we had
to? You're not in charge of this group!"

Kylie held up her radio, where the voice of Brown Owl could be
heard, "All girls return to the assembly point" 

Kylie said, "Now do you believe me?" and started to run back to
the camp repeating the car number, all the time.

When she arrived at the camp Kylie searched for Margaret, her
Brown Owl, who was on the phone, she handed it to Kylie with the
words, "The police need more information."

Kylie talked into the handset, "Hello, yes the number of the car
is," and she rattled off the number, "It's a Ford Estate, and
Dark Blue in colour. Oh I put my radio in the car, it's got
something called 'tracker' running," She listened to the voice on
the other end, then added "Uncle Mike said it was on 47.2 Hz., is
that what you mean? Okay, here's Brown Owl"

She handed the phone back to her Brown Owl who listened, then
said, "Yes, she is. No she does know what she's on about. Good,
please hurry". She hung up the phone, turned to Kylie and hugged
her. "Oh Kylie you were so good, well done"

Kylie looked up at Margaret, "But Brown Owl, we haven't got Sarah
back yet!"

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A police car came into the campsite, and two women police
officers got out. The woman in charge of the camp went to them,
then showed them to Kylie and Margaret

"Is this the girl who raised the alarm?" asked the first,
Margaret nodded, the officer bent down to talk to Kylie, "Why did
. . " She looked at the other officer who looked puzzled and
shrugged

Kylie came in with "You mean Sarah?" the officer nodded.

"Yes, Sarah! - Why did Sarah go with that man?"

Kylie looked at the officer "It was her father, she did say her
parents were divorced and something about not seeing her father
again, then he was there, calling to her. He was saying something
about taking her to her grandfather's"

The officer looked at her, then asked, "Did she want to go with
him?"

"Oh no, he was pulling her into his car, she asked me to help,
but he was too fast, all I could do was put my radio into the
car, after turning on the 'tracker'."

"What is this 'tracker'?" Kylie showed her the radio on her
wrist,

"You see this button," pointing out the 'find me' button, "this
sends out a signal so people can track it, by pressing this
button" she tuned her radio into the 'private frequency' and
pressed the track button, the indicator light showed and Kylie
pointed in the direction "They're over there, but I don't know
how far away."

The officer looked at the indicator, and then looked in the
direction, she then ran back to her car and picked up the police
radio, and spoke quickly into it, listened to the reply, then
came back.

"We've got three cars closing in on the signal, and it seems to
be in the village area, so we should hear something soon. How did
you think to use the radio like that?"

Kylie giggled, "Well, my friend and I had nothing to do one
Sunday, so Uncle Mike gave Becky his radio, and we played hide
and seek, all morning."

"And how did you remember the frequency, I know I couldn't"

Kylie's eyes dropped, "Well. . There was a problem, and Uncle
Mike had to give the frequency to our local police, but I think
its all sorted out now, Darrens been arrested." The policewoman
wisely decided not to push that, back in her car the radio
crackled, she went to answer it.

 "YES!" and her hand was raised in triumph, she listened on, then
spoke into the handset. She finally returned to Kylie, "We've got
him, Sarah's fine, but we're having our doctor to check her out
before we bring her back here,"

Kylie was relieved to hear the news, she turned to Margaret and
burst into tears of joy.

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The police, brought Sarah back to the camp with some cars
following them, when Sarah came over to the packs she went
straight to Kylie, 

"I think this is yours," She handed Kylie the radio, with the
tracker button still pressed in, Kylie turned it off, Sarah
hugged Kylie, "Thank you, if it wasn't for you I don't know where
I'd be by now, Daddy had tickets for a plane, and was going to
take me away from Mummy, but you stopped him."

 From the other cars came reporters, the police had released a
few details, Sarah couldn't be officially named, but as she'd be
the major help, Kylie found herself the centre of attraction,
questions were fired at her, 'why didn't she run for help first',
'what made her use the radio', 'how could she radio for help',
they seemed never ending, then she noticed the larger video
cameras, with their logos on the sides, BBC, ITV, BSKYB, - she
didn't think she'd be able to cope, the policewoman saw her
problem and started to take charge.

"Please, I think Kylie needs a slight rest, you guys are starting
to scare her, come on guys, 10 minutes break please". Grumbling
the reporters agreed.  This however allowed the television crews
time to fix their cameras onto tripods, and the interviewers were
getting their scripts sorted out, setting up reaction shots - 'oh
that's interesting', 'did you really', and that type of thing.

When Kylie felt ready, she went out to talk to the T.V.
reporters, going through the same story, for each one. When
finished she went back to her tent, unrolled her sleeping bag
held onto Mr. Barbar, and went to sleep.

She wasn't aware of the girls in the camp who had decided to
watch over her for the rest of the camp. A group of whom stayed
outside her tent, keeping reporters away.

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I wished I was there to hug her, when she finished her story I
said, "Kylie, you did everything correctly - he would have been
to rough with you if you'd tried to stop him, and we'd never have
found out about Sarah until it was too late, I'll say it again,
I'm proud of you, and I know you mother is! I'm afraid you'll
have reporters following you for a few days, but if they cause
any problems just let Brown Owl know."

Kylie laughed, "I don't have to there's a policewoman with me,
keeping them away, she even has to sleep in our tent, and there's
not much room in there anyway. Thanks Uncle Mike I do love you."

I answered, "And I love you Kylie, now go and have fun, bye!"

And with a shouted "Byeeeee, Uncle Mike." She hung up,

I looked at the phone, thanking who ever was up there watching,
for keeping Kylie safe in a difficult and dangerous time.

The next phone call brought me back down to earth with a definite
bump.

"Mike Moore?" It was Nichols, I replied that it was, "There's
been an almighty cock-up, we've finally heard the result - It
wasn't Darren in the car! It wasn't even the same model car! The
bastard could be anywhere by now! "

This time I was worried, "What can I do?"

He replied, "Just keep your eyes open, I've tried to get the
surveillance operation restarted but the brass hats thinks he's
going to be elsewhere after all this time, so the best I can do
is to ask the shifts to keep their eyes peeled for him!"

I asked, "Have you contacted George and Mildred?"

He said that he had, and added, "George we contacted at work and
he's now back home, he's phoned in as I asked, Mildred and Becky
were already at home, I've managed to get a WPC to be there but
only until 2 p.m., that's all I'm allowed to do."

I was annoyed at that but there wasn't anything either he or I
was able to do - all for the sake of money I though ruefully, I
then asked about Sharon,

He thought for a moment, "Well I don't see that Darren would try
anything with her, but I suppose I'd better let her know, just in
case." I wished him luck, reminding him that Isabel would most
probably want to know what was happening, "Blast!" he said, "I'd
forgotten about her!" I wished him good luck and hung up.

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In his hideaway Darren looked at his watch 12:30 the time seemed
to be dragging its heels, he wondered if he could try for it now
- No stay with the plan, wait for 6 p.m. before going home. He
found a hose and a tap (faucet), and started washing the corner -
he couldn't find any bleach in the woman's shopping, but hoped
that the bottle steriliser tablets would have some effect, he
used a milk bottle of water with two tablets in and washed over
the corner trying to make it clean.

Why the stupid bitch couldn't have brought air freshener as well
he couldn't imagine.

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At three o'clock I got another phone call, 

"Err, is that Mike Moore?" George's voice was on the other end, I
said it was, "I suppose you've heard from the police," I said I
had, he continued, "I don't suppose you'd mind looking after
Becky again tonight, I can get her to you at seven, if that's
okay with you? It's just the missus doesn't want Becky to worry
too much, and thinks she'd be happier with you."

I assured him that I would look after Becky, I also mentioned
that Sharon would be here as well - No I wasn't certain, but I
tried to convince him, which I seemed to do, and we arranged for
him to bring Becky over at 7 p.m.

I'd just put the phone down when it rang again - what on earth
was happening today?

"Hi Mike, it's Greg here, that was a great ploy of yours!"

I looked at the handset and then said, "What on earth do you mean
Greg, what ploy?"

Greg laughed and said, "What ploy, get the girls to sell our
radios by staging a mock kidnapping, and using the radios and the
police to find the twerp. I wouldn't have thought of that in a
million years."

My voice was, I hope icy, "Greg, that was not a ploy, it was
real! Kylie could have got hurt, and you're treating it as
something I planned!"

He heard my anger, "Sorry Mike, I thought it was something you
came up with, I heard from the manufacturers, they've been
getting queries all day, they want to get the rights back."

I smiled, "No way Greg, get George Wilby to get a contract
arranged, he should know the right guys to talk to, try to get a
40/60 agreement out of them, make sure we get the 60 part, don't
settle for the 40!"

Greg sounded hurt, "Mike you know me, I'll always go for the
profit, anything else?"

"Yes, make sure that they can produce these cheaply enough," This
I wanted to get straight, "We want to be able to let anyone buy
these, I hope that the scouts and guides associations get first
crack at these, then we'll try the general public."

I could almost hear the heels click, "Yes mien capitain! Today
the corner shop tomorrow the vorld!"

I smiled, "Well at least next week! Look, stop fooling about
Greg, we've got money to make." I knew the buttons to press with
him. After a few more moments we agreed our strategy and I left
him to carry on.

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Hoping that was the last phone call I'd receive for at least a
couple of hours, I went upstairs to sort out the bedrooms, I did
hope to have Sharon round again, but with Becky I couldn't be
sure where she'd want to sleep, but at least the bed in the girls
room would be ready for her - I smiled at the thought, the girls
room, as if they were a part of my family - I shook my head and
started to work.

I quickly finished the two rooms, made sure the stock of condoms
were still handy in the bedside cabinet, emptied the waste bins,
and generally tidied up the house, I sat down in front of the
television and watch the programs waiting for Sharon to phone me
when she was ready to come home.

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Darren looked at his watch, half-past five, most of the cops
would be on their way back to the station, they'd think he'd left
the area, and he didn't want to stay here - but thinking about
it, leave it as a fall back position, they'd never find himhere.

He started off to the car.

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A voice woke me from my sleep.

"Mr. Mike, please answer Mr. Mike!" Becky's voice came from the
radio speaker.

I answered it, "Hello Becky, what's wrong?"

Her voice was shaky, "Its Darren, he's downstairs talking to mum
and dad, He just turned up!", in the background raised voices
could be heard.

"Becky, do you remember the hide and seek game you played with
Kylie?" I had forebodings about the situation and thought some
insurance could be used.

"Yes Mr. Mike, why?" Her voice was puzzled, she was worried about
Darren and here I was talking about games?

"Turn on the homing signal, and whatever you do, keep your radio
with you? Do you understand?"

"Not really Mr. Mike, OH!" There was a sound of glass being
broken, a woman sobbing, footsteps on the stairs and then
Darren's voice.

"There you are you stupid cow, you've got me in a lot of bother,
but I'm going to sort you out now, come 'ere!"  The radio went
silent, but the tracker light started to flash. I got onto the
phone to the Police.

When I gave my name, and the reason why I was phoning they
quickly checked every thing, a car was sent to Becky's address.
But by then I was already out of the door.

When I arrived at Becky's house the front window was broken, and
glass was all over the garden, Becky's father was also lying in
the garden, a shard of glass embedded in his chest. I tried to
enter the house, but was stopped by a constable, who looked
white, and had flecks of something on his mouth.

"Sorry sir, you can't enter here."

"Constable there's a young girl in the house, is she okay?"

"Sir, we've searched the house, we've only found Mr. and Mrs.
Smith, there's no-one else here! I looked at the transceiver, the
light was flashing away from the house, I slowly turned until the
light was straight ahead."

"She's in that direction!" The officer looked open mouthed at me,
I showed him the radio and the tracker indicator on it. "Has your
car got Tracker in it?" He nodded I ran to the police car and
opened the door, there was the tracker receiver. They're normally
set up to receive on a higher frequency, but I had seen a friend
re-tuning the unit once. Looking at the unit I knew it was beyond
me. 

"Can you get some cars to track on 47.2 MHz?" He nodded, "Can
someone drive me in this?" he called to his colleague over, and
after a quick explanation he jumped into the drivers' seat, I got
into the passengers and we sped off.

On the police radio I could hear instructions being given out, In
the meantime I kept an eye on the direction finder. Giving the
driver directions we followed the light.

"I think he's travelling - must be in a car." This from the
driver, I had to agree, even running they wouldn't have got this
far. We were passing the railway when the light showed we'd
passed them, there was a squeal of brakes from our car as the
driver spun the car 180 degrees.

The car was driven through a gate and we were onto the railway,
just where the tracks disappeared into a tunnel there was a Fiat
with its doors open the tracking light pointed towards the
tunnel, we stopped the car and I got out while the driver radioed
back to the station, as I ran towards the tunnel the driver
shouted.

"Careful of the live rail!" I waved my hand in acknowledgement
and entered the tunnel.

I heard the sound of sobbing and a rhythmic slapping noise of
flesh meeting flesh. Then Darren's voice,

"See, There's nothing you can do anymore! Unngh! You're mine to
play with! Unngh!  My little fuck toy! Unngh!"

A light ahead of me showed a door in the side of the tunnel, it
must have been an old workers 'shed', from when the railways had
more to do, inside the shed I could see Becky, she was kneeling
down, her hands tied behind her back, she was naked and her face
was being pushed into some torn clothing. Darren was behind her,
his eyes closed in ecstasy, moving in and out of her with force.
Holding onto her hips to maintain her position.

Becky was sobbing and calling out,

"HELP ME. OH MR. MIKE HELP ME!"

"Go on slut, call for help! No one knows where we are! No one is
going to help you today! All you have to look forward to is this,
for the rest of your short pathetic life!" - I couldn't stop
myself I went into the room and pulled him away from his young
victim.

"Hello Darren.  Remember me," I hit him in the stomach, then the
chin. "I'm the one who ruined your life, and I'm about to do it
again." I went for the stomach again, but he blocked it.

We circled around young Becky, each watching the other.

"Oh no! Old man," I was hurt, I wasn't that old. "You'll never
catch me again, I'm too clever, I'd say you framed me, when I was
able to prove it you took Becky and raped her and murdered her -
then I killed you, and I'll be free to get that other bitch,
whatshername? Oh yeah, Kylie."

"The police already know that you've kidnapped Becky, they'll
already be at the mouth of the tunnel, you don't stand a chance."
 With this news he narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, screamed
at me and ran, I managed to kick at his legs, he hit the
doorframe hard, shook his head and ran out of the door into the
tunnel.

What to do, I couldn't leave Becky like this, but I couldn't let
Darren get away. SOD IT, Becky had to come first.  I approached
the young girl, her eyes were closed and she was saying

"Mr. mike, help me, Mr. mike, help me, help me" as if it was a
magic mantra, she flinched when I touched her shoulder, but
opened her eyes when she heard my voice, I untied her arms, took
off my jacket which I wrapped her in, picked her up and carried
her out of that room.

I got to the mouth of the tunnel there were three police cars
waiting there, as I emerged I heard the click of guns! Guns this
isn't America, what the fuck....

"ARMED POLICE, PUT THE HOSTAGE DOWN AND LIE ON THE ....  What do
you mean that's not him! ...  oh shit! ALL RIGHT BOYS WEAPONS
DOWN - HE'S ON OUR SIDE."  With relief I carried on walking to
the cars, on cue an ambulance arrived, pulled up and the back
doors were opened, I carried Becky into the back and put her on
the stretcher, I tried to pull away, but she looked at me and
said.

"No, please Mr. Mike stay with me, don't leave me alone."  I held
onto her arm and called to the officer that had driven me here.

"He's still in the tunnel, be careful, I don't think he knows
what he's doing now." The office nodded and turned back to the
group, as a train entered the tunnel. The ambulance - with Becky
and myself - started off.

I tried to comfort Becky as the paramedic started to work,
cleaning up the wounds, Becky's face was bruised and her eyes
puffed up, not just from tears but where her brother had hit her.
 Her whole body was marked where Darren had vented his anger on
the child.

"Oh Mr. Mike, you stopped him, but I'm still hurting, can't you
make the pain go away, please Mr. Mike, please stop the pain." I
looked at the paramedic who shook his head, he mouthed 'not until
the doctors see her' I turned back to her and squeezed her hand.

"Not yet Becky. The doctors need to know exactly where you hurt,
and you can't tell them if you can't feel them, don't worry
Becky, won't be long now." It wasn't long, but it seemed to take
ages, what didn't help was, when we arrived at the hospital, the
fact that Becky wouldn't let go of me, in the end I was made to
wear a gown and mask, these were put on in front of Becky and we
were moved into the examination room.

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I stayed with her until they finally sedated her and then I was
firmly ushered out into the waiting area. Waiting for me was DS
Nichols. He had Becky's radio in his hands - he gave it to me.

"How is she?" He asked,

"She's bruised and beaten up outside, bruised and ripped on the
inside, they need to operate to repair the worst, then she'll be
resting for sometime for the rest to heal." - I was drained,
physically and emotionally. He could see it, he gave me thenews;

"We found Darren,"

"Good, let me kill him now!" - and I could, I knew it! But it
made my blood go cold with the realisation. "Just 5 minutes, that
all I'd need!"

Nichols grabbed hold of my shoulders and looked me in the eyes,
he saw the determination there!

"You don't have to bother!" I looked at him the words filtering
through my head one at a time. 'You.   Do.  Not.  Have.  To. 
Bother.' Why? - "He's dead already, we've got an arm, a leg the
head and assorted amounts of minced meat."

I sat down, as Nichols explained what had happened.

In his haste to escape Darren had run further into the tunnel,
slipped on the rails and landed on the track, as far as they can
tell, he missed the live rail but must have been dazed, because
he didn't try to get out the way of the train that ran over the
body.  It would have been quick - too bloody quick for him was my
feelings.  I was given more bad new for Becky.

Her father was dead, well he had to be with that glass in him,
her mother had been beaten, but was in intensive care, prognosis
fair but she slipped into a coma.  How long that would last no
one could say.  Social Services were prepared to look after
Becky. - I said that I would look after her, but this was not
allowed.

Nichols sat next to me to explain, "Michael, you see. You're a
single mature man, Becky - even with all that has happened to her
- is a vulnerable young girl, the Social Services couldn't in all
honesty allow her to stay with you.  God knows with what you've
done for her I'd let her stay with you in an instant," 

I thought about it then said. "What about Sharon? She has a
daughter the same age as Becky, and although she's a single
parent, I would think a happy home environment would be better
that foster care with strangers?" - he raised his eyebrows at
'happy home' but said he would have a word with them.

I sat down in the Waiting room and fell asleep, waiting for
Becky.

- 30

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- Normal disclaimers apply - the author does not condone or
approve of child sex, should you be tempted then remember what
happened to Darren, this could be you if you're not careful.

- Oh boy, Most of this chapter was written in August, but was
waiting for somewhere to place them, wait for weeks then two turn
up at once, must be an English bus ;}

- The next chapters will be dealing with Becky and her problems,
perhaps I should change the title, but that would confuse me let
alone you.

- My normal thanks to all those who take their time to email me,
I can be reached on wanderinglanes@aol.com, and will try to reply
to all sent.

 Wandering Lanes 20th October 2001


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