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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - 28  (MF slow)
Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 14:10:05 -0500
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The Girl With A Bicycle - Chapter 28
By Wandering Lanes

Codes - MF slow

The rest of the week followed the same pattern, on some days we
would wake up to find Kylie in the bed with us, it was a rare
morning when she wasn't, the mornings would be spend either at my
home or Sharon's.

Greg got extra staff in to deal with the radio enquiries - we
managed to send some units off to the Guides Association, and
then had enquiries from Boy Scouts, Army Cadets and Sea Scouts
organisations - we never did hear from the Air Cadets? It seems
that Kylie's adventure had spurred the imagination of people.

Greg told me that based on projected sales we were able to drop
the price of the standard units to about  15 each, but I
mentioned that the master units should only be sold to authorised
leaders of any organisations - where Kylie was wise enough to use
her radio in the emergency I doubted if others would be so good!

George got the ball well underway with the insurance association,
thanks to Richard he was also able to represent the other people
who didn't have a solicitor to represent them, he worked out a
repayment scale depending on the amounts awarded.

On Friday there was a letter on Sharon's mat addressed to 'Miss
K. Williams' with a crest on the back of the envelope, Kylie was
wide-eyed as she read the contents.

'*Dear Miss Williams, 

The Police Complaints Commission has investigated your complaint,
and have agreed that the procedures used on yourself and Miss
Smith, were humiliating and contrary to correct police procedure,
for which we apologise.

However we do understand the discomfort and distress you have
suffered with this and therefore we have authorised a
compensation payment of  5,000 each for yourself and Miss Smith,
which the commission feel is adequate payment, we enclose a
cheque for the amount with this letter.

If you disagree with this please inform us within 7 days,
otherwise we will regard the complaint as settled.

Yours sincerely,* '


(The signature was just at squiggle)

I looked at Kylie who had removed the second piece of paper, the
cheque (check) was signed and dated and had the full amount made
out, she was reading it to make sure that it wasn't going to fade
to nothing.

She then looked at me, "What do I do with this?"

I smiled, "Well the first thing to ask is - does this make up for
the fuss at the police station?"

She thought for a moment "well it was so long ago." I suppose to
a child three weeks can be a long time, "And they didn't really
hurt me, I was just scared, so I suppose so." 

I nodded, "Good! Now the first thing to do is to bank that
cheque, you do have a deposit account?" She shook her head, "Okay
then where does your mother bank?" She named the bank, I
continued, "Right, we'll go there this lunchtime."

After a few moments Kylie had another thought, "I wonder if
Becky's got one as well? We couldn't go to her house and find
out?" I wasn't sure about that, but Kylie insisted that we tried.
I thought for a few minutes then picked up the phone.

I dialled the police station number, the duty officer answered
the phone, and I asked to be passed to D.S. Nichols.

He was his normal gruff self. "Nichols. Who's calling?"

I identified myself and then said, "Kylie's just received a
rather interesting letter, it seems that she's been given some
compensation."

Nichols sounded rather happy for the girls, "So it's arrived, I
did mention that Kylie and Becky had been through a lot, plus the
incident at the Brownies camp also helped, the Chief Constable
down there contacted ours and found out about the problem, they
called the commission who bumped the case up, I hope they're
satisfied with the amount?"

I nodded (its daft what you do when on the phone!) and then said.
"Well, Kylie is, but of course we don't know about Becky, she's
still in hospital, so hasn't received her letter, we were going
to go to her home to see if she has a letter, but we don't have a
front door key, do you have any suggestions?"

Nichols considered this. "Yes, I think the uniforms will have a
set - crime scene and all that. Look if you and Kylie go there
I'll ensure that someone will meet you with the keys? Do you know
if you'll need anything else?"

I asked Kylie who nodded and said. "Clothes - she hasn't any with
her, and I think she wants her own pyjama's, the ones she has are
from the hospital." I relayed the gist of the message to Nichols
who said that we should be able to do that, I thanked him and
hung up, Kylie was at the door waiting for us to start off, I had
to stop her as I looked for a suitcase for Becky's clothes, I
found Becky's case still in the girls room, Kylie took the
clothes out and packed them into a chest of drawers.

I asked her. "Why couldn't we have taken those?" she looked at me
as if I was daft.

"Becky told me to keep the clothes here," she said in a matter of
fact voice, "I think she plans on staying here no matter what
happens."

I decided not to press that issue, we'd cross that bridge when we
got to it. I picked up the now empty suitcase, and chased Kylie
down the stairs to the front door, as we left the house she held
onto my hand, as we walked down the road to Becky's house she
changed her hold to hug my arm and we carried on like that until
we came to the gate.

The officer at the door was the same driver who helped me with
the chase, he recognised me, "That was good work you did last
week, how is the girl?" I gave him the abbreviated version, which
seemed to satisfy him. "Good, so she'll be up and about soon,
I'll pass the word."

This surprised me and at my questioning look he said. "Well the
word got out about the girl, she was the one who that blasted
(sorry Miss) Jones was victimising wasn't she?" I nodded, "Well
when we knew that we were all rooting for her, let her know if
she needs anything that we can help her with, we'll be there for
her."

I thanked him on Becky's behalf, he handed me a set of keys,
which Kylie took control of, finding the front door key and
opened the door, the constable said. "Technically I'm not
supposed to leave you alone, but I don't think you'd do anything
you shouldn't, I'll be out here when you're ready to leave."
Again I thanked him and entered the house.

Kylie was already looking though the letters, sorting them out
Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith, Mr. D. Smith, Becky (yes! Miss. R. Smith),
and circulars (junk), as expected there was one letter for Becky,
and a rather bulky letter for Darren, I sent Kylie upstairs to
sort out clothing for Becky and went outside with Darren's letter
and handed it to the constable, saying "I'm not sure what's in
this, but from what I know of Darren I don't think it anything
healthy."

He took it as if it was a time bomb, which in a way it probably
was! I quickly went back inside to find Kylie, I heard noises
from upstairs and followed my ears, arriving at the broken door,
after these weeks and the door still wasn't fixed, I remembered
the first time I was here, dodging a wild punch from Darren, then
being mobbed by the two girls, so much had happened since that
time! I entered Becky's room for the first and probably the last
time since I knew her.

The room was tidy, not young girl tidy - if there was such a
thing - but meticulously tidy, Kylie saw me looking then said,
"It was her parents idea, they thought if there was nothing
breakable out then Becky couldn't cause a mess, then they made
her tidy up before she went to bed, Darren was told to make sure
she did!" Kylie started to cry I held her as she cried for her
friend.

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We left the house, Kylie was holding the letter for Becky, the
constable took the keys, and bid us goodbye, he was still holding
Darren's letter, this time in a plastic bag.

We walked to the garage and, after I got the car out, Kylie sat
in the front of the car again, and although the radio was on it
was, in its own way, a quiet trip, neither of us wanted to talk,
I suppose too scared of what we might say after that disturbing
glimpse into Becky's home life.

After I parked the car we went to the Bank, passing Greg's shop -
he was looking more relax than previously - I waved to him as we
went past. When we arrived at the bank I went to the reception
desk, and waited in the queue (In Britain what else!).

The young lady behind the counter smiled at us as we approached,
"Good morning, can I help you?" She said to me, I pointed to
Kylie and her gaze moved down to the girl.

Kylie held the cheque out, "I've received this and I need help."
The assistant behind the desk, her name badge said Debbie, took
the cheque thinking that Kylie was trying to bank her pocket
money, and then she saw the amount, looked at Kylie then back to
the cheque.

"Yes," she said, "I see, if I may ask how old are you?"

Kylie smiled, "I'll be ten in two months time."

Debbie smiled back, "So it's not a birthday gift, I'll have to
get an advisor to talk to you, I can't give you the advice you'll
need, if you can wait for a few minutes please." She gave the
cheque back to Kylie, and picked up a phone. We sat on the
upholstered seats - Kylie was swinging her legs while we waited.

After a few minutes a man approached, he smiled at Kylie, "Miss
Williams, I'm Arthur Maxwell, I understand you would like to open
an account with us, if you would come with me." He led us to a
small office, motioned us to two chairs and then sat behind a
desk, removing forms from some drawers.

Arthur looked up at Kylie, "First of all, I want to say how happy
I am to meet you, Miss Williams," At Kylies surprised look he
continued, "My daughter is in the pack, she told me how you
helped that girl, she was one of the lookouts that day. She said
you did a great deal to help the other girl." He noticed Kylie
was starting to get red, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass
you, shall I change the subject?" She nodded.

Arthur looked at the forms and then started again. "Miss
Williams, I understand you have an amount of money to deposit
with us," Kylie handed over the cheque, Arthur studied it, "Yes,
that's all in order, now the question is what do you want to do
with the money?"

Kylie was confused, "W.. What do you mean, I want to bank it!"
She looked at me in puzzlement.

Arthur nodded, "I'm sorry, that was badly worded, what I meant to
ask was how do you want your money to work for you," he received
a blank look from Kylie, who then looked at me. Arthur turned his
attention to me. "Mr. Williams aren't you going to help your
daughter?"

Kylies laughter interrupted his question, "Uncle Mike isn't my
dad, I mean I wish he was but he's a friend." I quickly added "Of
the family."

Arthur seemed a bit abashed at that, "Oh, well I really think you
should have a member of your family with you, to advise you."

I was going to answer when Kylie jumped in, "Mummy said I was to
trust Uncle Mike, and I do, so Uncle Mike what do you think I
should do?"

I looked at Kylie and then Arthur, "Well, I think that you should
invest the money for when you go to college, but opening a
current account when you're fourteen or fifteen," she opened her
mouth.

"But..." she started, "but that's years away!"

I nodded. "Yes, it is years away, but it's going to give you a
sound financial base to help you when you're going to need it."

She looked at Arthur, who was also nodding "I'm afraid your uncle
is right, and some of our accounts will earn you more money to
longer you keep it with us, the current account would allow you
access to a percentage of the interest that you had accrued over
the first four years." He looked at me, "That's a very good
investment program, where did you learn about that."

I smiled. "That's how I'm working at the moment, it all depends
on the amount you start with." 

Arthur nodded, then turned back to Kylie. "Well, I can only say
that we can give you one of the best interest rates around, we'll
need your signature on here to allow us to open the account, and
the signature of your parents or a guardian."

Kylie read the form, which was a surprise to me but I was happy
to see that she was taking this seriously, then she took the
proffered pen and carefully signed her name on the form, she then
looked at me, "Uncle Mike could you sign this please." I looked
at Kylie who nodded - I then took the pen and signed the
document, handing the pen back to Arthur.

Arthur looked through the documents again, signed for the bank.
He excused himself and disappeared for a few minutes. When he
returned he had a pack, which he handed to Kylie. "This is a
welcome pack, it outlines what the bank will be doing with your
money, How you can change your account types and other aspects, I
have arranged for a current account to be opened when you are
fourteen, as outlined by your uncle. Should you need any more
information you can contact us. But is there anything else you
want to know?"

I looked at Kylie who shook her head, I said. "Thank you Arthur,
I think that's all for the moment, by the way I might have
another customer after the same arrangement, when I can will you
be able to accept her?"

Arthur smiled, "Certainly, just bring her in and we'll go through
the paperwork with her."

I shook my head. "I don't think I'll be able to do that for some
time, she's in hospital at the moment, is it possible to have a
set of the application forms?"

Arthur thought for a moment, "Well we normally need the customer
to sign in the bank, but if you can provide a witness to sign
then it should be acceptable." He rooted through the drawer and
surfaced with some more papers, which he handed to me. I thanked
him, shook his hand, Kylie also shook his hand, he smiled at her
adult approach, and so we left the Bank.

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While we were eating Kylie was reading the documents from the
bank, I smiled. "Don't tell me you understand all that!" - Most
of the documents from banks are normally so convoluted they seem
to be talking a different language, at least to me they do.

She nodded, "I think I do, but then I think they know what
they're doing."

I smiled. "But then they're out to make money for themselves,
they're using your money to help earn their profits."

She looked annoyed. "But that's disgusting, why can't they let me
earn the money instead of them?"

I laughed at that. "That's their job they earn a lot of money
from your cash and give you a part of that back as interest -
remember they've got to make a living too!"

She frowned, "And that Arthur seemed such a nice man!" I decided
not to continue the subject.

We finished our dinner (sounds posh, but we spent it at Burger
King!) and went to visit Becky, when we got to the ward Kylie
handed Becky her letter, she looked at it mystified. 

Kylie said, "It's a letter, you open it and read the contents!"

Becky poked her tongue out at Kylie. "I know what it is Ky. I
just don't know if I should open it! What do you think Mr.Mike?"

I made an act of considering the question. "I'm not sure Becky,
what does it say?"

She started to read the address, then gave up and opened the
letter in exasperation, then started to read it out loud, the
only difference was the amount awarded, Becky had received  7,500
.

Kylie looked at me in amazement, "Why did she get more than me?"

I explained to Kylie that where her examination had stopped when
the doctor found out she was still a virgin, they were more
thorough when they examined Becky, which made the examination
worse for her, and more embarrassing for her, so her compensation
should be greater. 

Kylie finally accepted this fact and hugged Becky, who was still
confused. "But why do they want to give me this? I mean they
weren't as bad as Darren was."

I told her, "It doesn't matter how bad it was or wasn't. The fact
that they did what they did without your permission or that of
your parents meant they broke the law, and as they were the
police what they did was worse than Darren had ever done. They
have to pay for their mistake, no matter what they say - they
still have to obey the law."

She looked at the cheque. "So this is mine, if I want it?" I
nodded, she started to cry, I went to her and held her until the
tears subsided, "I. I just thought, Mum and Dad would have taken
it away from me, and then I remembered . . . " she started crying
again.

I was holding her again until she settled. "Well, I know I'm not
your parent, but I can take that away from you and put it in a
bank, would you let me do that?" She looked confused.

"But." She started, "I thought it was my money?"

I nodded. "Yes, it is your money, all I'm suggesting is that you
put it in a bank as Kylie has done, then when you are older it
will be there for you."

She considered that, then looked at Kylie, "Ky, how much did you
have?" when Kylie told her she said, "Mr. Mike could I put the
same amount into the bank, but share the other  2,500 with Kylie
now. That way we can still save the money, but enjoy it aswell."

I countered with, "How about if you and Kylie have a savers
account, one that you both have access to, you'll still get some
interest back, but be able to draw out cash when you need to."
Becky looked at Kylie who looked back.

Becky then said, "Could you do that Mr. Mike?"

I nodded then said, "All you have to do is write it down, have a
witness to sign it and I'll take it to the bank for they to work
on."

Becky started to look around for paper and a pen, I went to the
nurses position and asked for some headed paper, Tina was there
and found what I needed, I also asked her to come to Becky'sbed.

I handed Becky the paper and the forms that Arthur had given me,
she started to sign the form when Kylie said, "Aren't you going
to read it first?"

Becky shook her head. "Nope! Did you read yours," Kylie nodded,
Becky continued, "Was it the same as this?" another nod, "So why
should I read it if yours was okay?"

I explained to Tina what was happening, she grasped the
importance of this, but asked Becky if she agreed to this. When
Becky said yes, Tina signed and filled in the witness box. Becky
then wrote out on the headed paper that  5,000 was to be held in
the deposit account, then requested that the  2,500 be placed
into a savers account in her and Kylie's name, Tina also
witnessed this letter. Becky handed the forms and cheque to me.

Kylie then told Becky that we had brought some clothes from her
house, she couldn't wait to change, I said that I'd take the
papers to the bank and return later to pick up Kylie.

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Arthur was surprised to see me back so soon, I handed him the
forms which he went through and agreed were okay, he read the
letter, noted the witness signature, he asked me where Tina was
working at that time, I pointed out the hospital paper and told
him which ward, he excused himself and went away for a moment.

When he returned he apologised, but said that he had to contact
the witness, just to ensure that all was as I had said, he
expected me to be annoyed at that, but I pointed out that I was a
stranger to him and it was better to be safe than sorry. Actually
I was glad that he didn't take me a face value, it showed he was
doing his job correctly.

Using Kylie's signature from earlier and Becky's from her letter
a joint savers account was opened, I asked that only both girls
signatures could be used, and not mine or Kylie's mother. He
asked me why, I said that it was the girls money, no one else's.
The proviso was agreed and a saving book was made up and handed
to me, showing the sum of  2,500 in the credit section.

I took note of the girls account numbers and asked Arthur for the
bank's sort code (the way a bank is identified by other banks), I
made a trip to my bank before starting off for the hospital.

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I returned to the ward and presented the saving's book which
Becky looked at in awe, she showed it to Kylie, "That's more than
I've ever seen before!" she exclaimed. I explained that to get
any money out both girls had to be present, Becky looked at me,
"I suppose you can get what you want from it, for when we break
anything." When I explained that I had blocked such access she
jumped up in the bed and hugged me.

Kylie and I stayed with Becky until we had to go back home to get
dinner ready for Sharon - Becky gave the savings book to Kylie
saying, "Please look after this for me." And Kylie promising that
she would.

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We left the hospital and drove back home, as I entered the house
I noticed the answer phone light flashing - I pressed the play
button.

"Uh! Hello, this is DS Nichols, I hate these things, now, um,
that letter you gave Collins, opened another can of worms, um.
Look I can't talk about this over the phone, I'll come round
later tonight and tell you, um, Bye."

Kylie looked at me. "What letter?"

I remembered the one for Darren which I gave the officer, "It was
one I found at Becky's, it was addressed to Darren but I thought
the police would find it interesting." Kylie left it at that.

I started the dinner while Kylie set the table, while it was
cooking we sat together on the sofa in the living room and
watched television until Sharon arrived. 

I served the meal as Kylie was explaining the day's events, she
showed her letter to Sharon who read it through, then looked at
me - "What's she going to do with  5,000?" she asked me.

I smiled. "Well I convinced her to put it into the bank for when
she's older, and she managed to convince Becky to do the same." I
told her about the bank account that Becky insisted on opening
and why.

Sharon shook her head. "I don't know, after all she's been
through and she still treats Kylie as a sister." She looked at
me, "And what are you doing about her?"

The abrupt change surprised me, I answered. "At the moment I'm
leaving things to Hugh - that's what I'm paying him for. He tells
me that there is nothing to worry about."

She snorted, "He's a solicitor, do you always believe them?" -
there was a slight chuckle in her voice at the end.

I was slightly amused, "Why not, he tells me that he's good - so
I believe him!"

She shook her head, her shoulders heaving, I became concerned
until I realised that she was laughing but trying not to show it,
"Oh! You. You. . ." She couldn't complete whatever it was she was
going to say.

I got up and went to her, going down on one knee in front of her,
"Sharon, no I'm not proposing, yet! - What I want to say is - I
trust Hugh, I have to, he knows his business, I don't! But I do
know that he is aware of how WE feel about Becky, so we are in
good hands."

She looked at me and smiled, "Yes, I know we are. But the next
time you're in that position you'd better be prepared to say the
right thing, okay?"

I smiled and stood up. "Yes mistress, as you command."

She laughed and said, "Better, but you've more to learn!"

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The rest of the day passed in, what was now, a normal routine -
Kylie had a bath, and then I read to her until she fell asleep.
Sharon and I would then wait for an hour, watching the news on
television, before retiring.

On Saturday we slept in until 9 o'clock, the surprise was that
Kylie wasn't with us! I got up and dressed, I checked in the
girls' bedroom, Kylie was fast asleep, sucking her thumb - I
smiled and moved onto the bathroom.

When I left, shaved and washed, I passed Sharon who said, "She's
still asleep." I nodded and went downstairs to the kitchen,
turned on the hotplates on the cooker and started to heat up a
frying pan, to start breakfast.

By the time Kylie was awake, the breakfast was ready, she came
downstairs in her nightgown rubbing her eyes, "Why's everyone up
so early?" she asked, we looked at the clock, quarter to ten, and
burst out laughing. This set the mood for the rest of the
morning, which we filled by doing the weekly shopping, Sharon was
determined to stock up my house as well as hers, as she said "We
can't keep on staying at your house, you never know we might get
squatters in!" 

The afternoon we spent with Becky in the hospital, she was well
enough to sit outside in the grounds enjoying the sun, we had a
picnic set up for her which raised her spirits after spending a
week in bed.

After a couple of hours she started to yawn, so we took her back
to the ward, Tina wasn't on duty that day but her replacement,
Tracy, said that the sun had agreed with Becky, who was then
ushered into her bed, which was now moved away from the nurses'
station - we were told that since she was recovering so well
there was no need to keep a close eye on her - she settled down,
and closed her eyes, we waited until she was asleep and quietly
left the ward.

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We returned to Sharon's house, unloaded the picnic residue,
washed the plastic plates and cups, and played a quiet game of
Cluedo (Which Sharon won) . Kylie was sent up to bed, again I
read to her until she fell asleep.

I returned to Sharon downstairs and we remained on her settee
until she led me upstairs to bed.

Once in the bedroom, we undressed and relaxed on the bed, just
kissing at first then deepening, our hands exploring each other's
body. I felt Sharon's hands on my chest, rubbing my nipples
before moving down to my groin.

My hands were also busy - rubbing her back, moving down to the
small of her back, making her arch with pleasure, "Ohh Mike,
that's so good." She was almost purring like a kitten.

I rolled her onto her back, she smiled up at me as I entered her
slipping into her velvet sheath, she moaned in ecstasy,
"Yyeeesssss, Miiikke." I lowered myself down onto her, to find
her rising up to meet me, after a few moments of this she lowered
herself down onto the bed, allowing me to work away on her.

Her voice was the thermometer of her pleasure, crying out in the
midst of her climax
"Oh yes, Mike, OH MIKE, MIKE, OH Yesss, OH MMIIIKKEE,
MIIIIKKEEEE!" as she climaxed she triggered my release, pouring
my essences into her.

We relaxed in the euphoric bliss for a few moments, then Sharon
turned me onto my back and mounted me in the now familiar
position that she seemed to prefer, riding me to another mutual
climax, after which we fell asleep. 

Sunday again we slept late, I awoke to find Sharon was already
up, but Kylie was in the bed again resting against my chest, I
opened my eyes to look at her head, "Good morning Kylie," Isaid,

She giggled, "That sounded odd, I could hear your voice in your
chest."

I laughed which started her off again - I stroked her back. "Now
why are you resting like that?"

She sighed, "Well, daddy used to let me, I liked to listen to his
heartbeat, I wanted to just make believe he was here again."
There were tears in her eyes as she said that.

I kept holding her, "That's okay pumpkin, don't cry, if it helps
you then just stay there, you don't have to worry, I know I'm not
your father and I know you want to remember him."

She sniffled, "I do miss him, but I don't want to make mummy
unhappy, don't tell her please." And she snuggled closer to me.

I hugged her shoulders, "I won't, do you want to stay here any
longer?"

She looked at me and wrapped her arms around, or as far as she
could get, "Just a bit longer please Uncle Mike." So we remained
like that until Sharon came upstairs to check on us.

She looked into the doorway, smiled at the two of us, "When
you're both ready breakfast will be waiting downstairs, if you're
not down in 10 minutes I'm feeding it to the dogs!"

Kylie lifted her head up, "We don't have any dogs!" she said.

Sharon smiled and replied, "Okay then. After I get some dogs,
then I'll feed your breakfast to them, happy?"

Kylie nodded, "Yes mummy," she kissed me, "Thanks daddy." She
jumped out of the bed and ran to her bedroom before I could say
anything.

Sharon looked at me quizzically "What did she say?" All I could
do was to shake my head

"I think she called me daddy! Look I think we'd better keep quiet
about this, if we pester her she'll only be embarrassed, don't
forget she's got to go to Brownies today, have you told heryet?"

Sharon shook her head, "No, I'm afraid she wouldn't want to go I
thought it might be better to spring it onto her as a surprise."
I nodded, it might be for the best, I know if I was going to be
presented with anything it was better that I didn't know,
otherwise they'd never find me!

I got washed, shaved and dressed and went downstairs to find
Kylie sitting at the table eating away, I sat down and joined her
and Sharon at the breakfast, Sharon looked at Kylie, "Don't
forget you've got Brownies this afternoon, so we'd better visit
Becky before then okay?"

Kylie nodded then added, "Why don't I miss Brownies today, I can
go next week." Sharon almost choked on the piece of toast.

I came in with, "Don't you think your friends would miss you?
Anyway I've got to go as Margaret wants some advice, so you'd
better come with me."

She shrugged, "Okay Uncle Mike, is mummy coming with us?"

Sharon smiled, "Well I will if you want to, I could do with a
walk this afternoon." And so the plan was started.

We started off for the hospital at 10, Kylie was dressed in her
Brownie's uniform, Sharon and I were dressed in what could be
called casually formal clothes, if there is such a thing, there
were fewer children in the ward, as they liked to release as many
as possible over the weekend.

Becky was allowed more time out of her bed and was now mixing
with the remaining children, when we arrived she ran up to us.

"You're early," She said, "we haven't even had lunch yet"

We explained that Kylie had to be at Brownies, but we wanted to
visit beforehand. We stayed with the children until they were
engrossed in their game, then we had a word with the nurses,
again Tina wasn't on duty, but the remaining nurses were able to
tell us that Becky had made a great improvement and should be
released within a few days, Ah the resilience of youth!

When the lunch trolley arrived we left Becky, promising to return
after Brownies. Kylie waving to Becky, and some new friends, as
we left. We went to a Pizza Hut for lunch sharing an extra large
pizza, most of which was demolished by Kylie. 

The time approached for the Brownies meeting, we had just started
off for the Church Hall when my radio crackled into life. "This
is Brown Owl to Mike Moore," I answered the call which continued,
"Would you mind remaining outside the hall until we send for you
all?" Kylie looked at me quizzically as I said we would.

"What's happening Uncle Mike?" She asked me.

I looked at Sharon who shrugged, so I bit the bullet, "There is
going to be a presentation ceremony today, it seems that there is
a special badge that is only given to a few people in the Guides
Association." Kylie was shaking her head, I continued, "I'm
afraid you have to be there, now don't worry we'll be here with
you." I grasped her hand, Sharon took the other.

She looked at us both then nodded. "Okay, I'll go in, but I won't
like it."

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We were still holding Kylie's hands when our radios chimed out,
"This is Brown Owl to all Brownies - we are ready for the
ceremony, Kylie Williams, Sharon Williams and Mr. Michael Moore
would you please enter."

The doors to the Church Hall opened before us and we started to
walk in. The route was lined with Brownies, and then Guides (who
normally met on a different day). Paula came up to us and said
"Please follow me".

She led the way to staging that had been added to the Hall, where
Margaret and Joyce were already standing along with 3 other
uniformed people. When we arrived we were shown to seats off to
one side, Margaret smiled at us, then waited for the Brownies and
Parents to be seated before speaking.

"*Welcome to you all, I'm glad you could make this, our special
meeting.
Special in that we are honouring one of our Brownies, a young
girl who has
had problems, but thought of others. A girl who, when others
would have 
stood by, acted - using intelligence and wit when others would
have tried force.
she then memorised a details of a car, its number plate and was
able to repeat it. 
When I told her everything was okay she said to me, 'But we
haven't got Sarah back yet' She was still worried about her
friend.*" 

I could see tears in Margaret's eyes as she was saying this, I
felt Kylie's hand still in mine shaking. Margaret carried on
speaking.

"*I know she doesn't realise what she has done, she keeps saying
that she only did what anyone else could have done - but she was
the one who did it. In this young girl the spirit of the Brownies
is encapsulated. She is always cheerful, she tries her best, and
she is always there to lend a hand. It for this that Kylie
Williams is being honoured.*

*I would like to present to you all Mrs. Fawkes, she is the
Brownies' organiser for this region, you could say she is my
Brown Owl*." Margaret sat down and one of the newcomers stoodup.

She smiled at Kylie, turned to the audience and started. "*Well,
what can I say? As Brown Owl has said Kylie has acted in the best
traditions of the Brownies. She helped in the rescue of another
Brownie by acting wisely enough, we heard from the police in that
region, who commended Kylie for her actions. She did everything
she could to help Sarah without coming to any harm herself, I
think this is why she thinks she isn't a hero.*" She looked at
Kylie again, shook her head and said, "*My dear, a hero is not
only measured in strength or fitness, a hero is someone who does
their best at the right time. You did! You knew you couldn't
fight Sarah's father, so you made it possible for him to be
tracked down and arrested - this is what makes you a hero.*" She
turned to the audience again, "*And it is for this reason that
the Guides Association have decided to award Kylie with their
highest honour, if the badge can be brought out please!*"

 From out of a doorway a young Brownie carried a red cushion,
with her was an older woman, I heard Kylie gasp, "Sarah!" and she
released our hands and started to get up, Sarah smiled when she
saw Kylie, then remembered her duty and carried the cushion to
Mrs. Fawkes.

Kylie was beckoned up to the front, Mrs. Fawkes started to speak
again, "*For those of you who are not aware, this is Sarah, the
girl Kylie helped. She asked to be here and we agreed. It is only
fitting that she should present Kylie with the award*."

Mrs. Fawkes took the cushion from Sarah, who picked up a golden
badge and said, "*This is the highest award a Guide or Brownie
can receive, it is only awarded to those who perform a meri. .
meritorious action as a Brownie or Guide, I present this to Kylie
Williams the Brownie who saved me*." And as she handed the badge
to Kylie the audience bust into cheers and applause, Sarah then
kissed Kylie and said, "Thank you, for being there when I needed
you." Kylie was in full flood, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mrs Fawkes waited for the cheers to subside then said. "*We also
have another badge for Kylie to receive, this is the tracker
badge, normally awarded for following a track laid down by
wildlife, but as the Brownies are living in the 21st century it
was decided that electronic tracking should also be included. And
so Kylie Williams I present you with your tracking badge*." Again
the applause started as Mrs. Fawkes handed Kylie a fabric badge,
she said to Kylie, "Well done, don't worry the worst is over
now!" Kylie thanked her and returned to us bringing Sarah and the
older woman with her.

The woman introduced herself. "Hello, I 'm Samantha Villiers,
Sarah's mother. I wanted to say thank you to Kylie, I don't know
what would have happened to Sarah if she hadn't helped her." She
noticed Kylie blushing. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass
you, but I am grateful for your help."

The two sat down beside us, then I heard Margaret speaking my
name, I looked up to see her watching me, she beckoned me upto
the front.

When I was standing with her she smiled at me, "your turn." She
said, then addressed the audience.

"*I first met Mr. Moore some weeks ago when we were thinking
about a major purchase," she held up her radio. "These little
things have proven their weight in gold, as Kylie has shown. When
we found out how much they cost we were disappointed. Then a
guardian angel showed up, not only did he give us these radios,
he also made it possible for all our pack to attend the camp -
the first time this has happened since I was Brown Owl*," She
turned to me, "*On behalf of the Brownie pack I want to thank you
Mike Moore, anytime we can help you just call and we will do our
best*." She picked up a piece of paper which was on the cushion
that had held Kylie's badges, and handed it to me, "*This was
made by our junior members and has been signed by all, it is a
simple document it reads*;

         *To Mr. Moore, benefactor of this Pack*.

*We the undersigned want to thank you for your aid to the Pack.
You have 
allowed us to win the most points at Brownies Camp, enabled our
Pack to 
be together and provided us with the things we needed. Your
generosity 
helped to bring us closer together and bring new friends to those
who were 
without*.

*We pledge our friendship to you and name you as an honorary
member of 
our pack*.

The paper was signed by all the pack in sixes order, looking down
the list I saw Kylie's name, she had known about this, and hadn't
let on. Even the words she spoke at breakfast was part of her
game, I shook my head at her and she grinned.

I looked at the girls seated in the audience and spoke, "Thank
you, thank you all. I'm afraid I was being selfish when I offered
to sponsor the Camping trip, I was trying to make sure that Kylie
had all her friends with her, like Kylie I don't think I deserve
this, but as you all have taken so much time and effort in
creating this why should I deprive you of the pleasure of
allowing me to accept it. So being selfish again I do accept it
as it will make you all happy. Thank you once again." It wasn't
coherent, but it was from the heart. I stumbled back to my seat,
for some reason I couldn't see properly.

When I was firmly seated Margaret stood up again, "Because this
is a celebration ceremony I am please to announce that we have
some more badges to distribute, these were won by the girls at
the Brownie's Camp, please come up to the stage when I read your
name."

As their names were read out the girls picked up their badges,
Kylie also had her badges to pick up which she did by moving
round to the back of the stage and then walking around to the
front, taking her badges from Mrs. Fawkes. Then to everyone's
surprise Sarah's name was called, she was puzzled but went to the
front, Mrs. Fawkes smiled at her.

"Sarah," she began, "This is a special badge, friendship, it is
presented to you as you wanted to be the one to give Kylie her
award. You are now a friend of this pack as well as your own I
hope you will cherish this badge there are only a few of these
around." Sarah nodded her head and slowly returned to her seat,
as she sat down she showed the badge to her mother and then
Kylie, the two girls hugged each other.

The rest of the meeting was a blur, at the end a buffet was
revealed and a party mood was established with the girls enjoying
themselves, looking at their new badges, several of the parents
came over to talk, many were interested in the radios, and a few
also thanked me for sponsoring their children, it was called that
as nobody would admit to accepting charity but would allow their
child to be sponsored - it didn't matter to me as all the
Brownies were happy.

Mrs. Fawkes spoke to me about the radios, I told her that the
Guides Association was being provided with enough to test in
other packs, I also mentioned that the more radios we could sell
the lower the price could be, a simple case of supply and demand.
She seemed happy with this knowledge.

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Finally the party was over and we left the Church Hall to walk
home, Kylie had arranged to meet some of the other girls on
Monday Morning, she was still looking at the special badge, she
had been told that it would have to be added to her Brownie
uniform and then onto her Guides uniform when she progressed up
to that level. Sharon looked at the other badges supplied in a
plastic bag, "I suppose I'll have to sew these onto your sash!"
she jokingly complained.

Kylie looked at her smiling eyes and said, "Well, I could try I
suppose, or we could glue them onto it!"

Sharon shook her head, "After the last time you glued something,
you nearly stuck your finger together. No I'll sew them on,
better to be safe than sorry."

They laughed at the memory, then Kylie said, "We've got to go
back to Becky, we did promise her." She was right, I'd almost
forgotten so when we got back to Sharon's house we went straight
into the car and drove to the hospital.

On the ward Kylie showed Becky her badge, and they spent time
talking to each other, until they ran out of things to say. I
went up to Becky who hugged me, "Thanks for coming Mr. Mike, I
don't want you to ever forget me."

I ruffled her hair, "Becky, I'll never forget you, you know that,
now don't worry you'll be out of here soon, now remember although
the Social Services will be looking after you things will turn
out alright."

She looked up at me, "But I want to stay with you, can't I Mr.
Mike."

I shook my head, "Not yet, now don't worry things are under
control, okay?"

She gave a quiet "Okay Mr. Mike, if you say so." I replied with
'Good' and we stayed with her until she got sleepy, at which
point we left her.


We returned to Sharon's home, Kylie went straight upstairs to
have a bath, while Sharon and I busied ourselves by tidying the
place.

Kylie called out that she was finished in the bath and I went
upstairs to dry her off and put her into her nightgown, I was
going to read to her when she asked me, "Uncle Mike, did you like
your present?"

I nodded, "Yes Kylie, how long did you know about it?"

She giggled. "All week, Brown Owl swore me to secrecy, but she
didn't tell me about anything else, that was a surprise."

I asked her, "A pleasant surprise?" She nodded, "and you're happy
with it now?" again she nodded, I said, "Good!" She settled down
into the bed and I started to read until she fell asleep.

For once Sharon and I were too tired to do anything else but go
to bed to sleep.

During the night I felt the bed dip slightly as Kylie joined us
again, but I soon fell asleep again, waking up with the alarm and
joining Sharon for breakfast, after Sharon went to work Kylie
came downstairs to eat her cereals. While eating her radio
crackled into life, "Kylie are you ready yet?" the voice said she
answered, "Nearly, be there in 10 minutes!" She wolfed down the
breakfast then looked at me. "Is it okay for me to go Uncle
Mike?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes Kylie that's fine, I'll do the washing up, don't
forget to meet me at my house later and we'll visit Becky." She
kissed me goodbye and went to the garden shed to pull out her
bicycle, she mounted it and rode off to play.

The rest of the day followed the same routine as the previous
week, we visited Becky in the afternoon, Tina was back on duty,
"She's had a female visitor this morning, I think her name was
Nancy - she seemed to have a good effect on Becky."

I nodded, "Yes, Nancy and Maria from Social Services, I think of
them as the good guys, the head office one are the bad hats as
far as I'm concerned, but Nancy knows Becky and seems to get on
with her, I'm glad she's visited."

I talked with Tina for some more minutes before staying with
Becky and Kylie.

The rest of the day fell into the familiar pattern, cooking
dinner for Sharon and Kylie, then bed.

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On Tuesday I had a phone call from the hospital, it was Tina. "Is
that Mike, listen we've had to release Becky, the doctors said
that she could be released, but the Social Services people, the
bad hats, have already taken her, I don't know where, but I
thought you'd better know."

Shakily I thanked her then phoned George's office, once the
receptionist answered I asked to talk to Hugh, when I was passed
through to him I repeated what Tina had said. He said, "Hold on
for a moment." I heard him calling on another telephone, then he
returned to me, "Mike meet me at the High Court, Family Division,
it seems Social Services are pulling a fast one."

I dashed for the front door, with Kylie following me, she didn't
say a word but could tell something was wrong, I got the car out
and she sat in the front passenger seat, doing up the belt as I
drove off, she raised her radio and started speaking into it then
turned to me, "Uncle Mike where are we going."

I quickly told her and she repeated this into her microphone and
I heard Sharon's voice saying, "Okay, I'll meet you there.".

We arrived at the courthouse and after quickly parking the car I
ran into the High court building, with Kylie running behind me,
looking for the Family division courts, we were given directions
and I arrived at the doors of the courtroom in time to meet up
with Hugh and Sharon, we entered the court.

I recognized the solicitor talking, it was the same one acting
for the Social Services in the magistrates court, he was saying
". . .with the death of her parents and with no surviving
relative it is imperative that the child, Rebecca Smith be taken
into immediate care, there being no impediment as to why this
should not take place. . ."

At this point he was interrupted by Hugh. "If it pleases the
court I would like to apologize for my late arrival in this
case."

The judge on the bench looked at Hugh. "I was not aware that
there was another claimant to these proceedings."

Hugh managed to look astonished, "I must apologise again m'lord,
this is the case of Rebecca Smith, a female minor of nine years
of age, recently orphaned?" The judge nodded, "currently a ward
of the magistrates court." 

There was a rustle of papers then the Judge looked at the Social
Services counsel, "Mr. Morgan this fact is not present. Why?"

Morgan, the solicitor, tried to cover his tracks, "But m'lord it
was explained that the circumstances of the child have changed.
She is now an orphan it is the duty of the Social Services to
provide aid for her."

The judge was starting to get annoyed. "Mr. Morgan, why was I not
informed of this fact, you were lucky I allowed this case to be
added to my list at short notice, and now I find that you have
not provided all the necessary information, may I ask what
exactly is happening here?"

Hugh remove some papers from his briefcase he handed them to a
usher who took them to the Judge. He read through the casenotes,
occasionally looking at Morgan, who was starting to look white.
Finally the judge looked up. "Mr. Morgan it would appear that
there is already an outstanding investigation into this
particular child," He looked around the court, "Is Mr. Moore
present?" I identified myself, "You are applying for custody of
the child?"

I nodded, "Yes, your honour." 

The judge considered his response. "Mr. Morgan can you explain
why you were trying to circumnavigate a magistrates court
decision, this is not a court of appeal you know!"

Morgan was trying to placate the judge. "Yes m'lord, but it was
felt that the child was at risk and needed urgent attention, so
it was decided to obtain a higher ruling." He bowed to thejudge.

The judge was not mellowed by this. "If your clients felt it was
so important then they should have provided proper information,
now what is the source of your clients fears, from whom is the
child at risk. I cannot see that it would be Mr. Moore, in fact
the documentation here details how he has acted toward the child,
also how the child has been treated by the authorities, if
anything it would appear that the child has been better treated
while in the protection of Mr. Moore. However I do see that there
is an agreement for Social Services to have temporary custody of
Rebecca Smith, is the child present."

There was no response, Hugh spoke up. "The child in question was
in hospital until earlier this morning when the Social Services
decided to remove her from their care."

The judge looked stern. "I see, Mr. Morgan where is the child at
this moment?"

Morgan looked flustered. "This is news to me m'lord." He turned
to the two people behind him and an animated conversation ensued,
after a while Morgan turned to the judge. "It would appear m'lord
that it was deemed necessary to remove the child as she was being
placed under pressure by Mr. Moore. He has removed a substantial
amount of money from the child. We do not know where the money is
now, and will be taking steps to retrieve the amount on behalf of
the child."

The Judge turned his eyes to me again. "Is this true Mr. Moore,
have you removed money from Rebecca Smith?"

I was about to answer when Kylie spoke up. "That's rubbish, Uncle
Mike put the money into a bank account, just as he did with
mine!"

The usher was about to order quiet but the judge spoke first.
"Who was that who spoke just then. Come here"

Kylie walked up to the bench. The judge took in her height and
age. "Who are you my child? And why does this case interest one
as young as you?"

Kylie blushed then spoke. "I'm Kylie Williams, Becky is my best
friend. If it wasn't for Uncle Mike she wouldn't be alive today.
What that man was saying about Uncle Mike stealing Becky's money
wasn't true, he put it into a bank for when we're older, but
Becky did ask him to put some into a savers account so that we, I
mean Becky and I, could take some out when we wanted it, here's
the book, see." She handed the savings book to the judge.

He looked at the total in the book. "That's quite a lot of money,
and who is able to access the money apart from yourself and
Rebecca?" Kylie looked a bit lost, so the judge looked at me.

I stepped up to the bench and held Kylie by the shoulders.
"No-one else has access to the account. Not even myself. It's the
girls money after all, also both girls have to be present to
withdraw any money."

The judge looked at the book again, "That's a lot of money for
two young girls to have."

I nodded. "Yes but it was compensation payment from the Police
Complaints Commission following certain actions made against both
girls at the insistence of the Social Services, so the girls have
earned that money."

The judge looked at Kylie, "Thank you, Kylie." Then he looked at
me. "Mr. Moore, I don't think I can go against the magistrates
findings - I can and will order that the process is started
immediately but be warned that it can take several weeks, are you
prepared to wait for that length of time?"

I nodded, "Yes your honor, but I do have a request to make." He
looked at me encouraging me to continue, "Becky's, I mean
Rebecca's, case has been taken from the local office, the Head
office believes that they are too close to the case, is it
possible that Maria or Nancy could be assigned as the official
caseworker for Rebecca."

The judge nodded then raised his voice. "Mr. Morgan, who is the
official case worker for Miss Smith?"

There was a hurried conversation by Morgan and his crew then he
turned to the judge, "It would appear that there is no actual
casework yet assigned to Miss. Smith, the case has been taken
over by the main office."

The judge started to rumble. "You mean to say that no-body is
assigned to this young child, this is unacceptable. I suggest you
let the local officer take control of this case immediately, the
courts must have a person who can be held responsible. I believe
Maria Clarkeson is available and she would be acceptable to the
courts!"

There was another hurried conversation, and several times Morgan
could be heard saying 'No that not acceptable' to the people,
after a request to phone out, which was given, they returned to
continue the conversation, then Morgan turned back. "It has been
agreed that, although the local office has appeared to be too
close to the case, Maria Clarkeson will be given the
responsibility of Miss Smith."

I turned to the judge, "Thank you, I think Rebecca would prefer
Maria to some stranger."

He shook his head, and said in a low voice. "Don't thank me too
soon Mr. Moore, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." He
raised his voice back to normal. "So it has been agreed that Mrs.
Clarkeson will be responsible for the child Rebecca Smith, until
such time that official guardianship has been awarded. However
the Social Services have cited that Mr. Moore has been exerting
pressure on Miss Smith. Although the evidence here shows that he
has been very protective to Miss Smith, I have to rescind the
magistrates direction, Mr. Moore will not be allowed visiting
privileges for Miss Smith any communications must be place
through her social worker, Mrs. Clarkeson."

He looked back at me shaking his head, "I'm sorry Mr. Moore, but
I must be sure that the child is not placed under undue pressure.
Case closed pending the investigation requested by the
magistrates court. If I can see all parties in my rooms." He
banged the gavel, rose up and left the court, followed by Hugh
and Morgan. Sharon and Kylie was holding onto each other, crying
away.

-30

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- Normal disclaimer apply, all persons here are trained actors,
no child was hurt in producing this story. If you are not of an
appropriate age or mentality to read this story then please
don't.
- I'm sorry this has taken so long to appear, I got side-tracked,
but will be continuing the story. - Not much further to go now
- My normal thanks to all those who have emailed to give me
encouragement, if you need to contact me then I'm available at 
wanderinglanes@aol.com.
- Oh in case you're wondering about the *marks* around some
sentances I want to show that they are in bold

Wandering Lanes 30 November 2001.



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