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The Girl With A Bicycle - Part 21
By Wandering Lanes

(story codes - MF, g, slow (okay bondage))

There were three of us at dinner, Richard made his excuses and
left us - it seems Nichols required his help. Well Jones was
technically his prisoner and it required his signature for
another policeman to question him.

I must admit the dinner was very subdued - nobody wanted to talk
as the conversation was bound to come round to Darren, Becky
pecked at her food. 

The evening progressed into the night, and Becky started to yawn,
I suggested she went to bed, but she shook her head,

"Please Mr. Mike, I don't want to go to bed, can't I stay up,"

I shook my head, "No Becky - you need your sleep, now please wash
and get ready for bed." Tears started to form in her eyes. Sharon
went to her and whispered into her ear. A smile formed on her
face, she nodded and went upstairs.

I looked at Sharon, "Now what are you planning,"

She gave an innocent look, "Me? Nothing. I just told her that you
would be reading to her and tucking her into bed, that's all."  I
looked at her, she had a smirk on her face, I tilted my head, she
said, "Honest, you'll be tucking her into bed." she went upstairs
to help Becky.

I scanned through the television, but there wasn't anything on,
checked the teletext pages for the news - nothing much happening
in the world (note - this would have been in August!), tried the
local pages - page 162 - Youth escapes from custody. I dialled
the page and read the following.


Youth escapes from custody

Earlier today Darren Smith, 16, escaped
from custody, by masquerading as another 
prisoner he was able to fool guards at the 
Magistrate's court.

There were reports that a man answering to 
Mr. Smith's description also stole a White
Fiat car, which contained a baby - the baby 
was found abandoned later.

Detective Sergeant Nichols reports that
Mr. Smith is classed as dangerous and 
should not be approached. The security at
the Magistrates court will be investigated. 

The report was short, and concise, but there wasn't much space on
the page. I heard Sharon calling from upstairs, so I turned off
the television and went upstairs, I looked into the girl's
bedroom, it was dark and there was a lump in the bed, so I
supposed that Becky got tired of waiting for me, I entered the
main bedroom, Sharon was lying naked on the bed, she looked at
me.

"I didn't think you were ever going to bed." She smiled at me as
she said this,

I smiled and started to undress, "I thought I was going to tuck
Becky in first. But as she seems to be asleep, I suppose I could
work things out with you!" I went to the bedside cabinet to find
the little foil packets that I had place there earlier - Sharon
stopped me.

"I forgot to tell you, I saw the doctor yesterday, I had to tell
her who I was, she seemed to be concerned about what I did, but
she seemed okay when I told her the full story, she examined me
and did some test - She said I was lucky, there were no signs of
Chlamydial in my system, she did ask after Becky and you, I
forgot to tell Becky she expects to see her next week, can you
remind me tomorrow"

I said I would, but continued to put the condom on, when she
looked at me I shrugged, "It may be better to keep this up until
we're really sure, lets say next week."

She opened her mouth to complain, and then thought about it, "In
other words you want to be as sure as Becky can be."

I nodded, "Well if we show her that we can be responsible then
she will try to be careful herself."

A voice from beside Sharon said, "Of course I would Mr. Mike!"

I looked at Sharon, who blushed, "The cats out of the bag Becky,
you'd better come up here." 

 From the other side of the bed, Becky's face made an appearance,
she sheepishly said, "Hello Mr. Mike, is it bed time yet?"

I looked at her, "I thought you were in bed young lady!"

She looked down slightly, "I didn't want to sleep on my own, just
in case Darren came after me."

I knew she was seriously frightened - I turned my head to Sharon,
and said, "You know the best contraceptive around?"

She smiled and shook her head, I pointed to Becky, "Seeing the
results of not using them!"  At Becky's pout I had to smile,
"Sorry Becky, of course you can sleep with us, but you'll have to
sleep on Sharon's side, okay?"

She didn't seem to like the idea, but nodded anyway, Sharon
pulled back the bedcovers and got underneath the sheets, Becky
looked at her, "Aren't you going to wear a nightdress Aunty
Sharon?"

Sharon shook her head, "I haven't any here I'm afraid Becky. But
I don't think I need one, do you?"

Becky smiled, "I don't think so." Then she saw me putting on
shorts, "Why are you wearing those Mr. Mike?" 

I looked at Sharon, "To remind somebody that they should behave
themselves when others are in the bed!"

Becky climbed up onto the bed, I notice she was also naked and
she quickly got under the sheets next to Sharon, I entered the
bed on the opposite side of Sharon, switched the light off from
the bed, and tried to get to sleep.

I could hear Becky sobbing, Sharon tried to comfort her but
didn't seem to be getting anywhere, I felt like a sod, she wanted
to feel safe and I've made her sleep on one side of the bed, I
whispered to Sharon, "Okay, let her sleep in the middle." I felt
movement and then the small form of Becky was sandwiched between
us.

She whispered, "Thank you Aunt Sharon," and I felt her small arms
wrapping themselves around my arm, "Goodnight Mr. Mike" I
whispered a goodnight to her, but it was some time before her
breathing told me she had fallen asleep. It was longer before I
did the same.

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I was woken by a cry beside me, Becky was shaking and saying,
"No, no I won't, No Darren don't, No, No don't", I held her,
telling her it was alright, Darren was gone, she was safe. At
some level it registered to her, she quietened down and was back
to a normal sleep, but I noticed her grip on my arm had
tightened.

The next time I woke up was with the feeling of soft skin on my
hand - the feeling of a smooth hairless slit of a vagina, when I
realise what I was touching I tried to move my hand away, but
found it was held in a vice like grip of the young girl.

She started to move her body up and down pressing my hand onto
the nub at the top of her slit, finally she shuddered, sighed and
relaxed her hold my arm. Sharon whispered, "Is she alright?"

I whispered back, "Yes, just dreaming, don't worry" and we
settled back to sleep.

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I was woken by the weight of Sharon straddling my body, a
giggling voice beside my head said, "Won't that wake him Aunt
Sharon?"

I heard Sharon reply, "Yes Becky, but by then I should be firmly
. . .," our pelvic bones almost seemed to resound with the force
of our meeting, I had raised my hips to meet her, "Ow. Good
morning Mike."

I opened my eyes to see Sharon looking down at me, I could feel
the condom separating our bodies as she started to raise and
lower herself on me, I looked beside me, there was Becky, still
holding my arm, looking at Sharon with wide eyes.

"Young lady," I said, "Do you think you should be watching this?
We haven't reached the nine o'clock watershed." - (English
television cannot show sex scenes until after 9 p.m. this is
called the watershed - WL)

She looked at me and smiled, "But Aunt Sharon said you wouldn't
mind, 'cause I'm just watching, she said I couldn't doanything!"

I smiled and said to Sharon, "So you're starting to realise that
young girls shouldn't have an active role in sex?"

She shook her head, "No, just that you wouldn't have let her!" I
nodded, then we concentrated on each other, Sharon was building
herself up, and taking me with her, I heard her as she started to
climax, "Oh, yeesss, yess. Oh, ohh, oooohhh yeeesss. Oh Mike,
Mike. Oh yes, Mike, Mike. Oooohhhhh Mmmmmmiiiiiiikkkkkkkeeeeeee."
And she slumped down, Becky looked at me her mouth was open.

"Does she always do that?" I nodded, "Is she alright." Becky
seemed concerned about Sharon.

Sharon answered the question, "Oh god Mike, I needed that, it
seems too long since we last did that," then she looked at me,
her eyes narrowed, she raised herself off my still stiff, condom
covered, cock. "Mike why didn't you cum?"

I wasn't concerned so I said, "Well you were enjoying yourself so
much, I didn't really have the time to cum, but it's alright
really."

Sharon shook her head, "No it isn't I shouldn't just use you, now
lie back." She removed the condom, throwing it into a bin near
the bed, then she took my cock in her hands and started to
masturbate me, with Becky watching opened eyed.

Sharon took the shaft and covered the head with her mouth, I
heard Becky say, "Gross, I never liked having to go that!" I
shook my arm, which she released - I moved it round her shoulders
and hugged her.

"Becky, remember you were forced into doing that, so you hate it,
but one day you will find someone you love enough, that you may
want to please them like that!" She shook her head, I smiled.

Sharon was keeping a watch on my penis, when it started to spurt
she took her mouth off the head and sprayed Becky, who went "Ugh,
that's really gross, you guys should learn to grow up!"

She got out of the bed and ran to the bathroom to clean herself
off, Sharon started to laugh, then found she needed to use the
loo as well, so she also went into the bathroom, I looked at the
clock, 6:30 - who needed an alarm clock anyway?  

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As soon as Becky returned, I got out of bed to clean myself - to
get rid of the sticky residue that was still on me. I heard Becky
giggling as I left the room.

I met up with Sharon in the bathroom, she looked at me and
smiled, I kissed her then held her close to me, making sure we
were both smeared with my mess, I took her hand and started the
shower - making sure the curtain was firmly closed.

Sharon smiled and said, "I did enjoy that!"

I was applying soap to her body, "You enjoyed what? Making love
with a young girl watching? Or just making love?"

She considered - "Well the fact that Becky was watching did add
something to the act! Some sort of forbidden pleasure - or
perverse pleasure I don't know which."

Should I tell her? - Yes she should know, "There was something
missing when you came." She looked at me, it was a 'what do you
mean?' look, "You didn't call Paul's name at all." She looked at
me sharply, and started to cry, I held her, "It doesn't matter -
I know you still love him, and I'm sure he knows as well, so it
really doesn't matter."

She dried her eyes, a good trick when you're in a shower, and
nodded, she kissed me, which deepened, and then . . . . . There
was a giggle, and the shower started to get cold, Sharon felt it
first, shrieked and jumped out of the shower, giving me the full
benefit of the spray.  Well all I can say is that it was
refreshing! . . . . But cold.

The culprit was soon cornered, Becky of course! - We did have a
choice of two, but with Kylie away at camp there was only one
suspect! We treated her without mercy, tickling her until she was
forced to say "Teapot, Oh teapot Aunt Sharon, Mr. Mike" at which
we had to stop. She looked at us both then said, "I only did it
'cause Aunt Sharon said she shouldn't be late today, and if you
two stayed in the shower, well anything could have happened."

We looked at each other, then back at Becky, who shrugged her
shoulders - "Well I had to think of something to say," and then
she tied herself up into a giggling ball as we attacked her
again.

Finally though we had to give up, get dried and dressed - Sharon
found she'd left some clothes behind from a previous visit, much
to Becky's amusement!

I went downstairs to prepare breakfast, scrambled eggs on toast,
- easy to prepare and serve, I shouted up the stairs "Come and
get it before it gets cold!" - The two came down the stairs, I
positioned them onto their chairs and we proceeded to demolish
the food.

Sharon kept looking at her watch, I told her not to worry, as I
would take her to work 

A few minutes later found both Nick and Karen at the door, to
take up their duty, although I did trust them, I made sure that
Becky's radio volume was at a high enough volume, also that mine
and Sharon's were as well. Nick took me to one side as Karen
talked to Sharon and Becky.

He was embarrassed as he said, "I have to apologise for
yesterday, you were right, we shouldn't have done that, Becky
should have been our main concern - to be honest we don't get
much chance to meet outside work! And you don't have to tell DS
Nichols, I've already spoken to him." His eyes went down atthis.

I asked, "And he said."

Nick looked up, "To tell you the truth, he told me not to be such
a bloody fool in the future, then assigned us both to look after
Becky again," He shook his head, "I don't know why he did that."

I put my hand on his shoulder, and told him the story of Edison
and the apprentice who broke the first light bulb. (I'm not going
to tell it here!), He nodded and said, "Yes I suppose that's what
he wants!"

I told him to cheer up, then to keep an eye on Becky. 

Sharon got her coat on and Becky looked at me, "Can't I come Mr.
Mike?"

I shook my head, "Sorry Becky, the car can't take five people,
and you'll be safer here with Nick and Karen, why don't you play
Monopoly again? And don't laugh if they land in jail, or I'll
tell them to use their handcuffs on you. Okay?"

She gave a small, "Okay, Mr. Mike! Then looked up, does Karen
have handcuffs with her now?" she looked at Karen, who nodded,
"Cool, I wonder if I could play with them?"

I smiled then said, "If they let you, but they've been told to
behave, so don't do anything to tempt them."

She gave a serious look. "Mr. Mike, as if I would." But the smile
that crossed her face was almost predatory.

I escorted Sharon out of the door and said to the two adults, "Be
careful of her, and I mean be careful, you don't know what she
may do!"  Nick and Karen gave an assuring nod - so we left them
to Becky's gentle mercies.

As I shut the door, Sharon looked at me - "Why did you tell them
to be careful of Becky?"

I smiled, "Well you never know what Darren may have taught her!"

She looked for a moment, blushed and said, "Don't you think you
should warn them?"

I laughed at this, "I have - I just hope they listened to me."

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The drive to the Paper's offices was uneventful, although I did
start to worry when cars stayed behind for too long, but then I
didn't see a White Fiat at all. I escorted Sharon up to the
Editor's office, Isabel was behind the desk - she looked up when
I knocked.

"Mike, good to see you again, Hello Sharon - you don't have to
bring her into work you know Mike?"

I nodded my head, "I'm afraid I do Isabel, we have a problem -
You know this Darren Smith who escaped yesterday," She nodded her
head, "You remember his original charge."

She thought for a moment, shook her head, then went for a pile of
newspapers, looking back until she found the article, "Attempted
breaking and entering and attempted rape of two girls"

I pointed to Sharon, "Kylie, Sharon's daughter and Becky, you met
both last week, were the girls in question, luckily Kylie's at
Brownies Camp, Becky is currently with me," Isabel's eyebrows
raised at this, "Sharon stayed with me overnight, and Becky is
currently with two officers, just in case. You see Darren knows
where Sharon lives, so if he tried to break in at her house, she
wouldn't be there, but the police are keeping a watch on her
place, as well as his parents."

The journalist in Isabel surfaced, "And what about you Mike,
aren't you concerned that Darren knows where you live?"

I shook my head, "No, as far as we know Darren doesn't know so my
house is relatively safe"

She nodded, then said "You don't mind if we interview you about
this - your feelings on how the police could have allowed this
Darren to escape!"

I shook my head. "Sorry Isabel, I may need friends with the
police at some time, I don't want to ruffle feathers, anyway I'm
not really involved in the story, Sharon can give you more
details than I can, but the case is 'subjudice' so you wouldn't
be able to print it until after he's caught and tried"

She nodded, "Sod it, it would have been nice to have had an
interview - Sharon can we do one anyway? - We'll print it when
he's behind bars."

Sharon nodded, I motioned to Isabel that I would pick up Sharon
when she finished work, she waved goodbye, then Sharon noticed
and waved as well, I felt a fool for waving back, with the whole
of the press office watching, and I walked off red-faced back to
the car.

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I arrive at the house and entered - it was strangely quiet I
entered the living room to find both Nick and Karen sitting on
two kitchen chairs back-to-back I wondered why they didn't try to
get up, then I saw the glint of steel on their wrists and socks
in their mouths.

I removed the socks first, Karen looked at me, "Don't tell anyone
please, she said she wanted to play cops and robbers, and we were
the robbers, she took the cuffs and asked us to sit here, then
she cuffed us up with our hands through the chairs." 

I looked at their predicament, If they had got up they would have
two chairs on their arms, I had to smile, "Where's the key?"

Nick eventually spoke, "S. s. s. she took them with her!"

I shook my head, "And I told you to watch out for her!"

Karen said, "But you didn't tell us she might do this!" 

I wanted to give her the reply she deserved, instead I just
asked, "Where did she go?"

Nick nodded to the stairs, "She ran up there, laughing - she's
only been up there for a couple of minutes."

I went upstairs to where Becky was sitting on the bed in the
girl's room.  I looked at her, and held out my hand. "Okay Becky,
can I have the keys please?"

She looked up at me and smiled, "What keys Mr. Mike?"

I sighed, "The keys to the handcuffs! - What would have happened
if Darren did know where I lived, he would have found two police
officers unable to help you - you wouldn't have time to unlock
them before he was able to grab you - would you?"

Her hand went to her mouth, "I didn't think of that." She said.

I shook my head. "No, I didn't think so! You just wanted to
embarrass Nick and Karen - didn't you realise trust is a
two-edged sword - we're trusting them to watch over you, they're
expecting you to help them! Now come on down, unlock them and
apologise to them!"

She followed me downstairs to where the two were still sitting -
they had little choice really. Becky went to them and released
them.

"I'm sorry Karen, Nick - I was only playing. But Mr. Mike told me
that I shouldn't have done this. I'll be good, honest!"

Karen said, "I don't know, it's really false imprisonment so you
should be arrested."

Nick, following her lead, said - "Oh I agree! - She should be
arrested to teach her a lesson"

I almost laughed at her face, but it wouldn't have been kind to
Becky if I had. She looked at me,

"Mr. Mike can't you tell them I was only playing, I didn't mean
any harm, please Mr. Mike," she was crying now, Karen's face
dropped, she hadn't realised Becky would take their playacting
seriously.

I relented, "Well Becky. I know you're really sorry, and I'm sure
Karen and Nick don't want to admit how they were handcuffed
together by a young girl! - So I suggest we agree to forgive you
and pretend it didn't happen."

Karen and Nick agreed to this - well they would have been the
laughing stock of the whole station if word got around.

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The rest of the day was rather tedious, as Karen and Nick didn't
want to expose Becky to the outdoors, just in case Darren was out
cruising the streets.

So we spent time in the garden, I suggested to Becky that she
should sunbathe, she looked at Nick and then said 'no', as she
didn't have her swimming costume with her. I did get out a
reclining chair, which she laid on still dressed in her dress and
a tee shirt.

I started to weed the garden - I haven't got green fingers and
can't really tell a weed from a flower - but if I didn't
recognise it, or hadn't planted it - it was a weed!

I'd managed to work on one border when Karen asked if I wanted
anything to drink, I asked for tea, Becky asked for cola, after a
few minutes these were brought out and placed on the garden
table.

I brushed the dirt off my hands and sat at the table, Becky
reached up and pulled the glass to her - I could see it coming,
but was unable to move fast enough - it tipped over and poured
the contents over her face and shoulders, she shrieked with the
wetness of the drink, Karen and Nick came rushing out of the
house to see what the problem was, Karen ran over to Becky,

"Oh dear, come with me, I'll get you cleaned up," and taking
Becky by her hand took her inside, Nick came up took another
chair and spoke to me.

"We've had a report, there's been a crash about 150 miles away, a
white car with a driver ran into a lorry, the report sketchy, but
it sounds like it was a Fiat. The driver's body is still stuck in
the wreckage. We think it could be Darren."

I was relieved - at least Becky should be safe now.

With the report, came also the news that Karen and Nick would
have to return to the station, I did say that it seemed a bit
premature, but it seems that the budget was getting tight - as
Nichols had said.

It was a slightly tearful Becky that waved goodbye to the two
officers as they left, "Bye, I'm sorry for what I did, do you
forgive me?"

Karen smiled, "Of course we do Becky, it was our fault as well
you know!"

Nicky added, "But please, don't tell anyone else, will you?" he
had to phrase it as a question.

Becky crossed a finger over her chest, "I promise, cross my
heart." I'm glad she didn't continue with the saying, she shut
the door and returned with me to the living room, "I'm sorry to
see them go, but I'm glad too."

I asked her why, and she sat down in my lap, "'cause I couldn't
do this!" She kissed my face, "and I certainly couldn't have done
that!" She sighed, "Thanks for letting me sleep with you and Aunt
Sharon last night, I didn't want to sleep on my own."

I hugged her, "I know! That's why I finally let you sleep in the
middle, between us, so that you would feel safe."

We sat like that for some time, me rocking Becky on my lap, Becky
snuggling against me. Finally a rumbling sound from her stomach
reminded me that we'd yet to have lunch - I looked at the
kitchen, but decided that we'd have a better meal elsewhere.

I suggested pizza, to which she enthusiastically said "Great!" So
I thought she was happy with that - there was a Pizza House
nearby, so we walked to it

It was an amazing sight to see this young girl demolishing a
pizza, but she didn't want to have much of the salad bar - like
most young children - lettuce should be seen but not consumed,
even if it is good for them.

When we left the restaurant feeling a lot fuller Becky wanted to
walk to her home, in the hopes that her parents would be there,
as we approached the house I could see a car with two men inside
it watching the house, I walked up to the car, the passenger
opened the window.

"Hi there I'm Mike Moore, this is Becky. I hope you two are part
of DS Nichols team!"

The passenger showed his warrant card, "Yes Mr. Moore, I wish you
hadn't come here, just in case."

I nodded, "Yes I understand, but Becky wanted to know if her
parents were in?"

He sighed, "Yes, Mr and Mrs. Smith have entered the house, DS
Nichols wanted us to remain here until we have a positive
identification on the crashed car." I was glad to see that
Nichols was thinking ahead.

I asked them, "Is there any risk in leaving Becky home with her
parents,"

He considered his answer, "I don't think so, the description of
the crashed Fiat did match the stolen car - I think he just lost
it trying to get as far away as possible, so I don't think we'll
see him around here, except as a ghost!"

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I took Becky up to the front door, she rang the bell - it seems
she never had been given a key to her own house! George answered
the door, once he saw Becky he lifted her up and hugged her,
"Becky love, are you alright,"

She kissed him, "Yes Dad, Mr. Mike's been very good to me," and
then she added proudly, "We had pizza today." 

I added, "And I've got no idea where she put it." George laughed
and invited me in, Mildred was in their living room, I said hello
and she smiled warmly,

"Mike, thank you for what you're doing," she got up and kissed me
on the cheek, Becky watched open mouth.

"Mummy what are you doing?"

Mildred laughed, I could see where Becky got her giggles from,
"Oh Becky, I'm kissing a friend, your Mr. Mike has done more for
us than he realised." She looked at me, "Maria managed to get me
to talk to a doctor friend of hers, she's made me see that Becky
wasn't really at fault, I did know that - but I never wanted to
face up to the truth before" She went to Becky and George, she
hugged both and kissed Becky, "Why don't we go out tonight - we
can see a film at the pictures, just us - the family."
 
Becky whooped with joy, then looked at me, "But what about Mr.
Mike, can't he come as well?" Mildred looked at me, her eyes
questioning.

I shook my head, "Becky, thank you, I'd love to go with you. But
I think you three should try to keep together, you're the family
- and you do love each other, but you have to have some time
without intruders, I'd just remind you of what Darren has done!
You don't want me to do that.  I'll go home, I'll see you
tomorrow, okay?"

She looked a bit crestfallen, then rallied, "Okay Mr. Mike, I'll
see you" I shook George and Mildred's hands and made my way out,
as I was leaving I heard Becky asking "Okay, what film are we
seeing - I want to see Rush Hour 2 . . . . " I closed the front
door, before her parents could see it was a 15 (only those 15
years old or older).

I went to the car again, the passenger window opened, "They're
planning to go to the pictures, I not sure if you need to supply
a bodyguard?"

He replied, "Don't think there's any need - they've had to cut
the body out of the crashed car, they're trying to identify it!
We've sent details of Darren, they're almost certain its him, we
expect to be pulled off at anytime." I thanked him, bided them
both good day and went home.

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In the darken room down in the railway tunnel, Darren was
starting to eat a bread roll, unaware of his apparent demise.  He
was working out the story to tell his parents, how Kylie had
convinced Becky that he was molesting her, the way they got that
Mike bloke to plant the evidence against him - he wasn't sure how
to explain the photographs, but didn't think they knew about it -
they weren't at the arraignment, and they didn't see that bastard
Nichols with them, so he could get round that.

No his biggest obstacle was that bitch Becky, maybe that Mike as
well, First thing to convince the parents, second sort out Becky,
anything else will be a bonus. 

He had an evil look on his face as he tore into the bread.

- 30

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- Wandering Lanes 10th October 2001 - Well at last the fight back
is now running, on it 4th day, let's hope it's over soon with as
little loss of life as possible. (yes now I'm being naive).

- To those who expect clockwork run of stories (its Tuesday so
there should be a chapter!) - Sorry, but I did manage two
chapters last week 8-})

- I do appreciate emails from readers, (I've even been read in
Australia - well at least three people - Thanks to 'Mr. Jelly',
'Lazy 50' and 'das' you know who you are ;-} )  if you would like
to email me - comments, criticisms etc I can be reached at  
wanderinglanes@aol.com - 



 Thanks again for reading.
Reposted 20th October to correct some spelling mistakes, sorry guys

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