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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - chapter 30 (no-sex, slow)
Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 03:10:03 -0500
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The Girl With A Bicycle - 30 By Wandering Lanes

(Story codes No-sex, slow)

I was sitting in the living room - with me was Maria from the
local Social Security office and DS Nichols of the police.
Nichols turned to me. "Is it okay if I phone in, I'll get the
boys in blue out onto the streets - I think I can swing this as
Becky was on the at_risk register."

I nodded to give my assent and he picked up the phone, I turned
to Maria. "Becky was on the at_risk?"

She nodded then said, "But that was before Darren's attack! Since
Becky is now a ward of court and with foster parents she has been
down graded," she looked at Nichols, "But don't tell them that
until after we find her." She grabbed my hand, "Don't worry Mike
- we will find her." I looked down at the hand, then along my
wrist - The radios!

I looked at both Maria and Nichols, "I'm a fool!"

They both looked at me questioning my statement, I showed the
radio. I pressed the talk button. "Becky can you hear me," there
was no reply, I tried a different approach. "Kylie this is Uncle
Mike, Becky is hiding, do you know where she is?"

Becky's voice then came over the receiver. "DON'T TELL HIM KYLIE,
YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID!"

Kylie's voice could then be heard. "I'm sorry Uncle Mike, I did
promise Becky that I wouldn't tell, and you did say to keep a
secret."

I tried to convince her. "Kylie I did say that if someone was in
trouble then it was okay to tell."

But Becky had other plans, "Don't tell him Kylie, I'll be in
worse trouble if you do."

I jumped in. "No Becky, you're not in trouble, you're just
confused, it's normal, please tell us where you are, I'm worried
about you."

Her reply was short, "NO. And Kylie don't tell them okay?"

Kylies response wasn't what I wanted to hear, "Okay Becky I did
promise."

I shook my head - Maria held my hands again. "Don't worry Mike,
Kylie doesn't know how serious the situation is?"

Nichols added "Well I've asked for all the uniforms and cars
available to keep an eye out for Becky, we'll find her." But I
remembered what Becky was saying to Kylie on that Sunday when we
had her parents round, 'see I told you it was a great place!' it
had to be close by, but where?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pushed the talk
button, "Becky, where are you"

Her angry voice answered "Go away Mr. Mike, I don't want to go
back and that's what you'd tell me to do," I looked at Maria who
nodded her head.

I answered her "Yes, Becky, I won't lie, you will have to go back
to your foster parents, but its only for a short time, I
promise," Should I tell her, yes I had to, "Becky I'm trying to
adopt you, but I can't if we can't find you"

I could hear her sobs over the radio "I'd like to believe you Mr.
Mike, but I just can't, I'm sorry, Mr. Mike but I don't want to
talk to you, goodbye,"

"Becky,  Becky answer me please," no reply, I looked at Nichols,
"She's switched off." Then I thought 'Switched off? How? -what
did Greg say, remote tracker. Of course!' I reached for my mobile
phone, Nichols looked on in astonishment.

"Greg's electrical outlet..." I never gave him a chance,

"Greg, Mike here -  get those instructions for the radios, find
the section on remote tracker, Don't ask I haven't got time."

My voice must have shown my anguish because after a few seconds
Greg's voice came back, "Okay Mike, on the master radio tune into
the frequency, now press the 'find me' and broadcast buttons
together, hold until the radio bleeps twice, then press tracker."
- I wrote down the instructions and read them back to Greg who
agreed with my check.

I phoned up Sharon, when she answered I had to say, "Sharon can
you re-tune your radio, it doesn't matter which frequency as long
as its not our private one!"

She didn't ask why but a few seconds later she said, "Done," then
she asked, "Why Mike?"

I told her, she thought for a moment then said, "What about
Kylie, would she know where Becky might be?"

I said, "I've tried, but Becky's asked her not to tell, I don't
want to force Kylie on this." I said a quick goodbye to Sharon.
and pressed the talk button on my radio, "Kylie, I want you to
retune your radio from our frequency, don't worry it's just for a
short time, okay"

Her reply was slow in arriving, "Uncle Mike, I.  I'm.  Sorry
about not obeying you, but Becky's my friend, please don't make
me betray her trust in me, she'd never talk to me again." I 
reassured her, telling her I understood and asked her to retune
her radio to a Brownie frequency which she promised to do.

I said to Nichols, "How many uniform officers are there in the
area?"

He looked baffled at the question then pulled out a police radio,
spoke into it then said, "There's 20 on the beat and 8 in cars,
why?"

I ignored the question, but asked, "In the cars do they have
tracker?" He nodded, I continued, "Good, ask the cars to tune to
47.2 MHz. Ask the beat officers to make themselves conspicuous,
I'm going to get the Brownies to help us track down where Becky
is!" While he spoke to the control room I pressed the broadcast
button on the radio.

"Flamingo, flamingo, flamingo - this is Mike Moore with an
important announcement, All Brownies I need your help, Brown Owl,
Tawny or Snowy Owl please respond on Broadcast mode."

I heard Margaret's voice respond "This is Brown Owl, Mike what's
wrong?" I explained the situation and what I wanted to do,
Margaret agreed and asked all the Brownies who were listening to
go to the nearest policeman and await instructions.

I followed my written instructions, relieved to hear the bleeps
sounding from the radio, then I pressed the tracker button, a
single light pointed at 45 degrees. I turned until the light was
pointing ahead. Then I pressed the broadcast button.

"All Brownies the tracker is active, please tune your radios to
47.2 MHz,  press find and tell the nearest police officer the
direction."

Nichols was onto the control room, he reported back to me, "Well,
you've got most of the force talking to Brownies at the moment,
I've asked the control room to use a map and line up the
directions given."

We all got into Nichols car and started to follow the tracker,
after a few minutes his radio crackled, he answered it and was
given directions to where the lines had intersected.

When we arrived in the area there were 3 police cars moving in
the roads, and a couple of policemen with some Brownies
concentrating on their radio's

I spoke into my radio, "This is Mike Moore, thank you everybody,
I think we've found her, you can re-tune to your normal
frequency, I'll let you know what happened later."  I asked the
few Brownies with us to keep their radio's tracking

As the Brownies had already found out, with several trackers we
triangulated Becky's position, an old derelict house quite near
to mine, a small flapping piece of wood showing an opening large
enough for a child to enter.

We managed to force the door open and Nichols allowed me to
enter, Maria stayed behind with the others, the pointer showed
ahead, but there was a wall in my way, I angled the radio up and
a new direction was given, she was upstairs.

The stairs were rotting, but we managed to negotiate our way up
them to the first floor, the sounds of sobbing could now be made
out coming from one of the bedrooms, we entered to find Becky
sitting on the floor hugging her legs with her head on herknees.

I walked towards her, "Becky, Oh Becky - I know its difficult"

She looked up at me, "No you don't"

I sat down beside her, "Yes, I do. I promised to look after you,
and I am trying to do so."

She spat out the words "But why can't I stay with you, why do I
have to stay with them, I want to stay with you Mr. Mike, Please
let me."

Nichols spoke from the doorway "Becky, until Mike can get the
adoption papers sorted out you have to stay with a responsible
family, the McGruder's have looked after loads of children, But
Mike is a single person the rules don't allow him, or people like
him,  to quickly adopt children. I know Maria and Nancy have
already spoken up for him, but it takes Judges to decide."

Becky looked at him, "But Mr. Mike has looked after me, he's even
saved me, why can't they just let me stay with him?"

Nichols looked at her, "Because too many are like Darren, and the
judges don't know which is which, so until they decide Mike has
to prove to them that he isn't another Darren in disguise."

Becky was in tears, "Bu, but Mr. Mike isn't like Darren, can't
you tell them? You're a policeman, they'd listen to you."

Nichols was now crouching down, "I have Becky," I looked at him,
he nodded, "I was called as a witness yesterday - You should be
called in a few day's time," He turned back to Becky, "So you
see, Becky you have to go back to the McGruder's, it'll only be
for a short time, and you'll be able to talk to Mike and Kylie
whenever you want, I'll ensure your radio isn't taken away again,
okay?"

She gave a quiet sob, then nodded, "Okay, I'll go back to them,"
she looked at me, "I'm sorry Mr. Mike,"

I hugged her, "That's okay Becky, you were scared and didn't know
what you were doing or saying," I lifted her up into my arms.

How I managed to get down the stairs carrying Becky I don't
remember, but we left the house to find the three police cars, an
ambulance and a tearful Maria not to mention the police officers
and Brownies standing outside.

Becky looked at me, "Why are all these people here?"

I hugged her closer to me, "They were all worried about you, and
have been looking for you ever since you ran away!"

Her tears started to flow again, she wriggled in my arms trying
to show that she wanted to be put down, which I did.

She ran to the waiting crowd, "I so sorry, I didn't mean to cause
such a fuss, please forgive me." And her crying drowned out her
words, but it didn't matter, she was surrounded by all of them
some offering handkerchiefs, others just awkwardly trying to hug
her.

After each had  tried to calm her, the only person left was
Maria, who held out her arms to Becky, who ran into them, hugging
her.

Becky looked up at Maria, "I know I have to go back, but please,
is it true that Mr. Mike's trying to adopt me?"

Maria nodded, "Yes, he has made an application, which is being
decided on now," she thought for a moment, "The McGruder's have
said that you can keep your radio, and - although he isn't really
allowed to - Mike's going to be able to visit you, just don't run
away again okay?"

Becky nodded, "Yes Maria, as long as I know I can see Mr. Mike
I'll be happy."

Maria hugged Becky again, and waved me over, I said to Nichols,
"Thank you for your help,"

He shrugged, "No, that's okay, I didn't really help you, you were
the one with the tracker all I did was to call the boys in."

I shook his hand, "You were there, and you helped, so thank you."
He accepted my thanks and I joined Maria.

Becky held onto my hand, "Will you come with us Mr. Mike?"

I looked at Maria, "Is that allowed?"

She smiled and shook her head, "No, its against regulations, but
I can't see that it will do any harm." And taking hold of Becky's
other hand we walked to her car.

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

Becky clung to me all the time that Maria drove, she was sobbing
away, I remembered that Kylie was still unaware of the situation.
I pressed the broadcast button on my radio. "This is Mike to
Kylie, you can tune your radio back now. Brown Owl and Brownies,
I thank you for your help" - Becky pulled on my arm and nodded,
"Becky also thanks you all, I'll try to see you at the meeting
tomorrow, Mike out."

Maria spoke up, "that was good of you Mike, I mean thanking the
Brownies like that."

I smiled - for the first time really that day. "Well I had to,
without their help we'd never have found Becky so quickly - I
couldn't say nothing to them could I?"

My radio crackled. "Becky are you there?" It was Kylie, I pointed
to Becky's radio.

I said, "I think you need to turn the volume up" She looked at
the radio, noticing that the tracking light was flashing and that
the volume was turned down - she switched off the 'find-me'
button and turned up the volume.

"Hello Ky. I'm here!" she said.

Kylie's voice came back. "Oh Becky, I didn't tell anyone about
your hiding place, honest!" she seemed scared - afraid of losing
her friend.

Becky quickly answered. "I know Ky. Mr. Mike was being sneaky, he
managed to start my tracker and then played hide 'n' seek using
the cops and Brownies - he didn't play fair!" she managed to
giggle at this, her youthful exuberance finally coming outagain.

I held onto Becky as she continued to talk to Kylie, Maria kept
driving.

We soon arrived at an old house, two people were standing
outside, Maria parked and let us out of the car - she then walked
to them.  She spoke to the McGruder's, for it was them, they were
in their 50's and my first reaction to them was of grandparents,
they had a happy look about them.

I turned to Becky. "How could you run away from them?"

She shook her head. "Because they're not like you or Aunt
Sharon," she said. "I mean they are nice, but they don't hug as
much and," she said in an aside, "he can't keep up with me!"

Maria called me over to them, "Mike Moore this is Paul and Joan
McGruder. They've been in the foster parenting system for over 25
years." I shook hands with them.

"I'm sorry Becky's been giving you problems." I said.

Paul shook his head. "She hasn't really been a problem you know,
I mean compared to some that we've had."

Becky seemed amused at that. "What? Some boy was worse than me?"

Paul laughed. "No, not a boy! It was a girl! Let see she was
eleven at the time, couldn't be held in any house and ran away
from us four times. She finally settled down! What was her name
again?"

Joan spoke up "Paul stop playing around, you know that Maria
doesn't like you talking about her like that."

Becky looked at Maria who nodded, Becky said in astonishment
"Maria, you were a.  a. " She didn't know what to say

Maria came to her rescue. "Yes, I was orphaned when I was seven,
I was moved from one family to another, I couldn't allow myself
to stay anywhere." She smiled - "I was sure my parents would be
looking for me, even though I knew they couldn't." she started to
look wistful at the memory. "Then I was moved onto the
McGruder's." She held onto Joan's hand. "I thought they were
pretty weak at first, but after the fourth time I ran away they
showed me compassion, normally kids are re-assigned to different
parents or even placed into a foster home, I didn't want that so
I accepted their help, and that's put me where I am now." She
hugged Joan and then Paul.

Paul looked at Becky, "I know you don't want to be with us, we're
not the people you know or trust, all I ask is that you give us a
chance, we're not judging you, we're trying to provide you with a
base, somewhere to fall back on." I was hearing my words being
repeated from someone else's lips. "

Becky looked at me, "But I don't want to lose you Mr. Mike."

I ruffled her hair. "You won't Becky, just because you're staying
here doesn't mean that you are stuck here, you still have your
friends, I'm sure that Paul and Joan aren't going to stop you
from having your friends visiting you."

Paul agreed with me. "Heck no, we love having children round."
Becky started to put her hands on her hips. "I'm sorry Becky, I
meant having other people around." His smile showed that he knew
what her reaction was going to be, it became infectious, Becky
realised it as well and started to smile, then giggle finally
laughing, which we all joined in with.

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

We were shown inside, Maria wanted to talk to Becky - this time
to ensure that she wasn't going to run away again and to get her
to talk about her fears. I was left to the tender mercies of the
McGruders - No I didn't mean that, they are quite a pleasant
couple.

I tried to break the ice. "I have to thank you for your patience
with Becky."

Paul smiled, "We're used to it, Maria always sends us her worse,
and most of the time we're successful in helping them." He got a
wistful look on his face. "Unfortunately we don't always succeed,
we've had a couple of kids who wouldn't trust us." He looked hard
at me. "I suppose we're like you."

I was taken aback with that. "I don't understand, I mean I
couldn't do this."

Paul smiled. "But you are, when Becky talks of Mr. Mike, there's
a touch of hero worship in her voice, I know you're not related
to her, but you've had a profound effect on her, I understand
you're trying to adopt her." I nodded, he continued, "I'd better
warn you - the courts prefer married couples to adopt, I'm not
trying to railroad you into anything, but I think you'd better
plan for when you're request is refused."

My shock was apparent on my face - refused! How can they refuse?
Joan spoke up, "I'm afraid Paul is right. Good intentions aren't
the only criteria that other people look for. Do you have a
girlfriend?" I nodded, "Are you planning to marry her?"

I immediately replied, "Yes - but only when she in a position to
be able to rely on her own judgement, without my pressuring her.
I've had my share of pressure and I don't want to inflict it on
others!"

Paul said, "and what about Darren?"

I looked down. "You know about Darren?" Paul nodded, I drew a
deep breath, "I didn't like Darren - for what he was and what he
did to Becky, I could have cheerfully killed the bastard for what
he did," I looked at Joan, "I'm sorry about my language."

She smiled. "Don't worry Mike, we've heard worse, and from much
younger."

Paul then said, "Maria let us have the official notes about
Becky, but I believe there's some details she hasn't included."
He held up his hand. "I don't know and I don't care, I just think
that you have been doing the right thing with her, however
awkward it may be for you. Becky does need you, for your
understanding and for you yourself. I wish you luck, but use your
bloody head, or you will lose her!"

I looked shocked - Joan nodded. "He means it, there are times
when he seems to know things without realising it! He surprises
me at times."

I smiled wryly. "I think I know what you mean, Sharon would say
the same about me at times."

Joan smiled and left the room, Paul gestured me to sit down. "I
could feel a kindred soul in you Mike, remember sometimes it's
better to slowly coax people along, other times they need a kick
in the pants - I think that's what you need."

I nodded, and then said. "As I said before I don't want to force
Sharon into a marriage that she might regret later, I want to be
sure that she's able to stand on her own feet first."

Paul asked, "And when might that be? 5 years time? 10? Would you
wait that long?"

I shook my head, "No I wouldn't, and I wouldn't ask her to
either, but she should be financially secure in about a months
time, when she gets the insurance money following her husband's
death. I'm planning to ask her to marry me after she gets it."

Paul nodded. "So you're going to wait for what? Six weeks?" I
nodded, Paul continued, "Since she's going to get the money
anyway. Why do you need to wait?" I opened my mouth, but he
stopped me. "No, don't answer. I want you to think about that!
Only you can decide! Now I think Joan has tea ready."

He got up and pointed the way to the kitchen, Maria, Becky and
Joan were already seated and were talking to one another, as we
entered Maria held up a small cloth doll. "I didn't know you
still had Michelle, she was still in the hiding space I found."

Paul laughed, "That hole's been there since we got the house, I
think you were the third one to find it!" He turned to me and
said "I keep an eye on that just in case the mice find it. I
think there's a diary and a toy car in there as well."

Maria looked indignant "Uncle Paul! I thought it was secret."

He shook his head, "Towel head, you should know there's no
secrets here."

Becky giggled. "TOWEL HEAD! Why did you call her that?"

Maria started to shake her head, but Paul ignored her, "Because
she kept on washing her hair, it was a rare night when she didn't
have a towel around her head, I just started to call her that."

Maria looked darkly at Becky, "You've been let into a state
secret, and you're not allowed to tell anyone."

Becky smiled. "That's okay Maria, your secret is safe with me,
honest. I mean would I lie to you - 'towel head'?" Which set
everyone off laughing - well Maria did join in afterwards.

Becky then looked at Paul. "Why did you start looking after
children? Was it for the money?"

I covered my eyes - the mercenary side of Becky was back, maybe
that was a good sign. Paul laughed, "Do you know how much we're
paid per child?" Becky shook her head, Paul said. "a pittance."
At her enquiring look he explained, "A very small amount, just
enough for food and clothing, luckily we have a private fund that
we use when we need it. But as to why we do it?" He pulled Joan
closer to himself. "Just after we were married we found out that
we couldn't have children, that nearly destroyed us, but it was
suggested to us that we could act as foster parents."

He hugged Joan as he remembered, "Jackie was the first child we
looked after. He was a handful, but we learnt a lot from him, and
I hope he learnt from us. Since then we've accepted children and
hopefully gave them a solid ground to build from. We still hear
from them at times, all seem happy and now have children of their
own, we're sort of adopted grandparents to them."

Maria nodded. "Yes, I realised later that if Paul and Joan hadn't
taken me on, I'd never be where I am now." She went behind them
and hugged their shoulders. "I owe them a great deal."

Becky smiled and said. "Yeah, so you send them people like me to
pester them!"

Paul smiled. "We enjoy being pestered, it keeps us young, Maria
knows that and so sends her 'problems' to us." He looked at
Becky, "We try to comfort them when they need it, which is why we
seem distant to you, as you have Mr. Mike here to fall back on."

I had to speak. "Yes, but while she's here Becky will have to
rely on you two, I might not be able to drop everything at a
moment's notice, although I'd like to think I would, I'm sorry to
say that Becky, but you have to know this."

She nodded. "That's okay Mr. Mike, Maria's explained it all to
me, and I'll behave myself, I promise."

Paul smiled, "Hey, you don't have to do that, sometimes we like
kids that cause a fuss, it gives us old folk a bit of exercise
you know!"

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

We stayed with the McGruder's for another hour, in that time
Becky became more relaxed and contented to remain with them, she
did manage to start calling them Aunt Joan and Uncle Paul - I was
still Mr. Mike!

Paul asked her why? She replied "Well, he's Kylie's Uncle Mike, I
thought he'd get confused if we both called him Uncle, so I call
him Mr. Mike, and I always think of him like that."

I said, "And I like being called that by you." I looked at Paul
and Joan. "I don't suppose I'll be able to borrow Becky tomorrow
afternoon, I've got to thank the Brownies and I'd like to take
Becky with me."

Paul nodded, "That's fine by us, unless Maria has any official
word on that?"

Maria shook her head. "No Uncle Paul, I think Becky will be safe
with Mike, in fact I know she'll be safe."

"Then in that case," Paul said, "there's no problem."

We left them and as Maria drove away I could see Becky waving to
us, on each side of her was Paul and Joan, then they all turned
round and entered the house, in a way I was sad for she seemed to
fit with them now.

Maria noticed for she said. "Its hard isn't it, giving Becky to
another person."

I nodded, "Yes, and some of the things Paul said. . . I'm not
sure if I'll be allowed to have her back."

Maria was silent for a short while, then said. "Don't worry Mike,
I'm sure you'll know what to say when the time comes."

I kept quiet, but I really wondered if I would?

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

I returned to a silent house, I phoned up Sharon and let her know
about Becky, she asked. "So do you think she's going to run away
again?"

I said. "No. she understands now, I told her that I was going to
adopt her, and Nichols confirmed it for her, she's promised to
stay with the McGruder's, she's learnt that they're not so bad
after all."

Sharon sounded concerned. "Was it wise for you to tell her, I
mean we were warned about that!"

"I know we were," I said, then carried on with, "but I had to let
her know that I was trying, that I hadn't given up. But there is
one thing that I was asked, by Paul."

I paused at this point, and Sharon asked, "Paul? Paul who?"

I grinned, "Paul McGruder the foster parent, he's okay, actually
he's a lot like me I found out. Anyway he asked me what would I
do if I was refused?"

Sharon asked cautiously, "and what was your answer?" I waited for
a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, Sharon got concerned, she
said. "Mike, Mike are you still there? Come on Mike answer me!"

I spoke into the mouthpiece. "I don't know, for the first time I
just don't know what I'd do. Sharon when the time comes for the
judges decision promise me that you'll be in the courtroom, I may
need some moral support."

I heard the tone of her voice, patience I think it was. "Of
course Mike, I'll be there for both you and Becky." I thanked
her, and then asked if she wanted to come over and spend the
night, as Becky already knew about the adoption, she said. "I'd
better not Mike, I promised the judge that I wouldn't reveal any
thing until after you'd spoken to them, I'm going to keep my
word."

I understood, and somehow I was relieved that she would honour
such an agreement, I did however manage to get an invitation to
lunch on Sunday, which I accepted.

After I hung up, I made a drink and tried to watch television,
finally I dragged myself upstairs and went to bed, alone again.

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

I turned up at Sharon's the next day (Sunday), washed, shaved and
looking respectable - Kylie was dressed in her Brownies uniform.
She came up to me and hugged me. "I'm sorry Uncle Mike, I should
have told you, but I was scared that Becky would stop talking to
me."

I wrapped my arms around her. "That's okay Kylie, this time
nothing bad happened." I then looked into her eyes, "But that's
not to say that it won't happen again, but with different
results, okay?"

She nodded, "Okay Uncle Mike, am I forgiven?"

I hugged her tightly. "Pumpkin, there's nothing to be forgiven
about, you were trying to keep a friend, and friendships are the
major things to keep alive, alright"

She smiled up at me. "Yes Uncle Mike, everything's fine now."

The rest of the dinner went without problems, although there were
some times when Kylie would start to say something about the
adjudicator and be interrupted by her mother.

I offered to take Kylie to Brownies when I picked up Becky but
Sharon said that she wanted to walk Kylie there, much to Kylie's
annoyance "But Mum, I wanted to see where Becky was staying."

But Sharon was adamant. "I'm sorry Kylie, but until Uncle Mike
has spoken to the adjudicator I'm not giving you the chance to
spoil things." She looked at me apologetically. "I'm really am
sorry Mike, but you know how I feel."

I nodded, "I do, but there's nothing stopping you and Kylie
coming to pick up Becky."

Again Kylie's hopeful face dropped as Sharon said, "I'd better
not, I may start crying over there and I don't want Becky to see
that!"

So it was that I made a lonely drive to the McGruder's to pick up
Becky, when I got there she was looking out of a window, she saw
me and ran from it, to reappear at the front door with Joan
beside her, I waved to them both and after parking the car, got
out and said. "So she stayed with you this time Joan?"

Joan smiled, "Yes, we've just taken the shackles off of her as
you drove up."

Becky smiled. "It was awful Mr. Mike, they fed me on bread and
water."

I nodded, "Good! Tell me they didn't waste the good bread on you,
I mean stale is good enough"

Joan laughed. "No, we ran out of stale, she had to made do with
fresh. You couldn't get some for tonight could you?"

I joined the laugher. "I'll see what I can do. Now Becky are you
ready to meet the Brownies."

She held my hand, "Yes please Mr. Mike, they don't bite dothey?"

I left the question unanswered, opened the passenger door for
Becky, making sure she tied the belt up securely. As we drove off
she waved goodbye to Joan.

I asked her. "How do you feel about them now?"

She smiled, "I like them, I mean not as much as you or Aunt
Sharon, but they're not as bad as I thought!"

I nodded, "So no more running away?"

She smiled. "Only if I have to." She saw the look on my face,
"Hey, I'm only kidding, I'll stay with them don't worry!"

I shook my head. "Please don't do that again, you put 10 years on
me!"

She giggled - "Don't worry Mr. Mike, I'll look after you when
you're old and grey."

I smiled, "You mean next week?" she burst into laughter.

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We approached the Church Hall, I notice that Becky started to
hold back - I turned to her. "What's wrong?"

She looked at me apprehensively. "I don't really want go Mr.
Mike, what if they moan about me?"

I stopped and held her. "Becky if they do then I'll take you
back! I know you were just frighten and they know it as well, so
don't worry, I'll be with you until you're happy okay?"  She
nodded, I said, "Good, now come on - last one in is a rotten
pig." And we ran to the Church Hall

I was in the lead when Becky said, "Mr. Mike you've dropped
something." I stopped to see what it was, letting Becky run past
me shouting, "Fooled you!" as she got to the door of the Hall.

I turned to her giggling form and said. "That wasn't nice, I
would have beaten you!"

She kept giggling and said. "I didn't want to be a rotten pig."
And she poked her tongue at me.

What could I say, except "Oink".

 I brought Becky into the Church Hall, the Brownies were in their
groups (sorry sixes), Margaret was busy with her sixers but
looked up as I approached.

"Hello Mike," she said. "And who is this? A new member?"

I smiled. "Well, she can be if she wants to be, however at this
moment she is a very apprehensive young lady called Becky"

Margaret stood up and held out her arms. "Hello Becky, I hope
everything is okay now?"

Becky was overwhelmed by this gesture, she thought that most
adults in uniform were ogres, and here was this unknown person
trying to comfort her, she ran into Margaret's arms. "I'm sorry I
cause all that fuss yesterday." She said.

Margaret hugged her. "Oh my dear, don't worry - we were dying to
use the radios for an important reason, you gave us the
opportunity to do so. I must admit it shows the girls how useful
the radios can be to them, not just Kylie. They now have first
hand knowledge, also they know that the police will listen to
them, you'd be amazed how many of the girls distrust the police -
you were able to bring the pack closer." Margaret looked at me.
"You know Mike, we even have an invitation to visit the station
next week - The chief constable was most impressed with our
work."

Margaret then turned to Becky. "I'll tell you what why don't you
spend some time with the pack, see what we're doing and join in,
okay." At Becky's nod, she continued. "Why don't you go over to
Tawny Owl's group I know Kylie is anxious to see you." She
pointed to Paula who was watching.

Becky started to say "Thank you. . ." one of the girls mouthed
'Brown Owl!' at her so she continued, "Brown Owl" and scampered
off.

Margaret laughed, "Oh Mike what a delightful young girl, why did
she run away though?"

I shook my head then said, "Because she was scare of losing
something she loved I think"

Margaret looked at me. "You?" I nodded, "Don't worry," She
continued, "I'm sure you won't let her down! Now do you want to
join us? As a friend of the pack you are able to you know."

And for the rest of the meeting I was in the unusual place of
being the only male in a Brownie pack!

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I stayed with the pack until it was time to finish, Margaret
(sorry Brown Owl) led the girls through the pledge which Becky
tried hard to follow, then the girls were dismissed to the care
of their parents, Becky and Kylie running to Sharon, who hugged
them both.

Margaret looked at them and then turned to me, "Yes, she is
happier now, so what's the story with her?"

I gave her the bare bones of the facts, recently orphaned,
currently not sure of what was happening, and how I ktried to
help her, Margaret rubbed my arm, "You know I said some time ago
that there are many people who sound as if they want to help and
only a few who do. I think you are one of the few. Thank you
Mike!" And with that she left me to help Paula and Joyce tidyup.

Sharon smiled at me, "Are we allowed to take Becky home for tea?"
I had to admit I wasn't sure, but Becky came to my rescue.

"Here Mr. Mike, Joan gave me a letter." She handed it to me.

'Dear Mr. Moore,

 I don't know how long the Brownies meeting will take; Paul and I
want to do some shopping and won't be back before 7, can you look
after Becky until then.

 Thanking you in advance,

 Joan.'

 Sharon read the letter and then said. "Good, then if we return
home, I can start serving."

I said "Serving? You make it sound like a meal,"

Sharon blushed, "Well I thought we could have a celebration." I
thought this was a bit premature, but decided to keep quiet.

Kylie asked, "Could I invite some friends along."

Sharon said, "Of course," then in an aside to me, "I think I made
too much anyway!"

Kylie stopped some of the girls and asked their parents if they
could come along so we were left with a troop of Brownies all
laughing and giggling away, with Kylie and Becky laughing with
them.

I won't dwell on the chaotic scene that ensued in Sharon's house
for that party, I'm just glad that they didn't decide to have a
food fight. Afterwards I drove some of the girls to their homes
and then took Becky back to the McGruder's, arriving there just
as they were getting out of their car.

 Becky and I helped them unload their shopping into the kitchen
for Joan to sort out into freezer, fridge or pantry.

Reluctantly I said goodnight to them all, and drove back home,
Sharon again having asked me not to stay until after Monday.

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

The alarm woke me to another day, I washed and shaved, dressed
smartly, butterflies had settled in my stomach, and were giving
an occasional flutter.

My appointment was for half ten, and it was only 9 o'clock, I
didn't realise how nervous I was about this. By half nine I was
pacing the floor like an expectant father, which seem ironic, I
couldn't stand it anymore I went to my car and drove to the
courthouse.

I manage to park the car in an empty space and fed the meter
hoping that I'd used enough coins for the time I was going to
take.

I went to the reception to be told that I was early - I agreed,
the receptionist directed me to an office, when I arrived there
the secretary logged my name, and asked me to sit down.  Unlike a
doctors or dentist surgery there were no magazines to occupy
myself with, and only a muffled suggestion of words from behind
the doors to the adjudicator's office.

Half Ten came and went - Eleven o'clock flew past.  At a quarter
past eleven the door was opened and Morgan left the room, he
looked at me, gave a self-satisfied smile, nodded to me andleft.

The secretary went into the room, to emerge a few minutes later,
"The adjudicator will see you now Mr. Moore!" he said and ushered
me into the room.

The Adjudicator was sitting down reading a file, the secretary
showed me to the seat in front of the desk, and then left, I sat
down and waited.

Finally he stopped reading and looked up, he smiled.  "We meet
again Mr. Moore." Said John Mortimer.

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- Normal disclaimers apply, apart from frayed nerves there were
no injuries incurred. If you're not allowed to read this type of
story either due to age or legal reasons - why are you here? - if
theological reasons? Then why are we here?


- My thanks to Joe (programmer) for his suggestion of using the
Brownies to help in the search for Becky - suggested back in
October (although mainly in search when Darren kidnapped Becky!)
BTW Joe, I've managed to find 17 chapters of Savant I think
that's where it ended unfortunately! :{

- Well I've manage to get this far, and still have at least two
chapters to go (again), I seem to be stuck in a time loop!

- I welcome comments from my readers, I will try to answer all
those sent, my email address is - wanderinglanes@aol.com - as you
can see from above I do listen to suggestions and try to include
those that help the story along.  Please note any viruses
received will be reported to the originators ISP for action.

Wandering Lanes  - 10th December 2001.

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