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Subject: {ASSM} Never Any Excuse Chapter 3 by Uncle Sky
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Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 23:10:02 -0400
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Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may
involve pre-teens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of
material or if you are under the legal age to read such material in your
area, please leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.

This story is mine alone and I ask that you respect that. I retain the
copyright but give permission for this story to be posted in any group
or web site so long as it is completely free and nobody profits from it.
I also ask that my credits and intro remain a part of it when it is
posted.

The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No
real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story.
Please do not try this at home.

Never Any Excuse Chapter 3  (Mg, gf, ped, cons)
     by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)

It took me a while but I finally got to sleep. I drifted into a very nice
dream. Cheryl and I were in bed together and she was sucking on my cock. It
was the best blow job I had ever experienced. Then, suddenly, I woke up.

It wasn't all a dream. Cheryl was in fact there with me and was sucking
away on my very hard dick. She was looking up at me with a smile in her
eyes as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. I could feel her hot little
tongue circling around the swollen head of my dick as she sucked softly. I
was close to cumming, but was also very worried about Ginger.

"Cheryl! I thought we talked about this. We can't do this with Ginger here.
If she sees us we could be in big trouble."

She stopped and looked up at me with a smile. Her hand kept stroking me as
she answered. "It's okay, Sam. We talked before she went to sleep. I told
her that some times you and I needed to be alone and that she should not
come in if the door was closed. I also explained that whatever we do in
this house is private and should never be talked about to anyone else. She
said she understands and promised not to bother us or tell anyone what we
do here."

By then I was very close to cumming, and I just nodded as she went back to
sucking my dick. I was still worried but couldn't have stopped her if I
wanted to. And the truth is I didn't want to. The feel of her hot wet mouth
wrapped around my cock was exquisite, and there was no way I wanted to lose
that feeling. It was only a minute or so before I was pumping a load of cum
down her throat. It was a very big and very intense orgasm. I think the
danger was part of the thrill.

I offered to return the favor, but Cheryl said no. She just wanted to
snuggle for a while and then go back to her room in case Ginger woke up and
got scared.

I went back to sleep after she left and seemed to rest a lot better. I
guess I was addicted to my little lover and needed her close to get to
sleep.

When I awoke the next morning I reached for Cheryl and, for a moment,
wondered where she was. I grumped my way into the bathroom, feeling sorrier
for myself with every step, to take care of my morning routine. Another odd
feeling to be alone in the shower, but I survived.  The hot water woke me
enough to remember that my inconvenience was nothing compared to what
Ginger faced if she was captured.

When I was finished I started breakfast. I was sure the girls would hear me
and would come out to join me by the time it was ready. I was right. Two
little sleepy heads stumbled out and plopped down in chairs at the table.

"Good morning, ladies. Did you sleep well?"

They looked at me like I was crazy and finally answered.

"Yup."  That was Cheryl. Not too talkative in the morning.

Then I heard from Ginger as she sent out a big smile. "Yes si.. I mean,
Sam. Thank you."

"Do you like french toast, Ginger?"

"Oh, yes! I love it with lots of maple syrup."

"Well, that's what we're having today. I hope you're hungry because I made
a big stack."

Both girls giggled, and we set about scarfing down a ton of french toast. I
also made sure they had orange juice and milk. After we finished they went
to clean up and dress while I cleaned up the kitchen. After I finished I
went into the front room to read the Sunday paper.

I checked the lottery results but, as usual, I had not won anything. It was
my one real vice. I didn't gamble other than the lottery, but I never
missed getting a ticket. You never know, maybe I'd hit it one day and
retire. I knew both possibilities were remote but it was fun dreaming.

As I sat there reading the paper and daydreaming, the phone rang.  It was
my private cell phone which rarely interrupted me except when I was on a
case. I opened it and answered.

"This is Sam."

"Come ta my place ASAP."

Before I could ask any questions I heard the click of the other party
hanging up. I had recognized the voice, as he knew I would. It had been Rat
and, true to form, he wasted no words. What ever it was about he needed to
see me in person and felt it was important enough to do right away. I knew
him well enough not to doubt the need to go as soon as I could.

I was in the habit of leaving Cheryl alone in the house when I needed to go
out. She was very good about being careful and never did anything to cause
trouble if I left her for a while. But I didn't feel right about it this
time. I remembered what had happened when I left her alone right after she
came to live with me. She'd had to kill a man in self defense. With Ginger
now added to our household I had a feeling there might be trouble, so I
decided to take her to the office.

I called the office and was told that Mike was in if I needed to talk to
him. I asked the receptionist to tell him I was on my way and ask him to
wait for me so I could talk to him. Then I told the girls that something
had come up, and we were going out. They got ready in just a few minutes
and we left.

"I'm going to stop off at the office, Cheryl. Mike is there, and I'll leave
you to catch up on things while I run an errand. Will that be okay?"

"Yeah, that'll be cool. I'll show Ginger around and introduce her to Uncle
Mike. She'll like him, and maybe he'll take her down to the range."

Ginger looked puzzled but didn't say anything.

When we got to the office I asked them to wait in reception for a minute
while I talked to Mike. It was Sunday, and the place was fairly quiet. It
would have been nice if Grace had been there for the girls, but I thought
Mike could handle them.

I walked right into Mike's office, and he greeted me with his usual smile
and motioned me to a chair.

" Hi, boss. What's up?"

I sat down and explained briefly what was going on with Ginger.

He said nothing while I spoke, but his eyes narrowed, his jaws clenched and
grew red, and his tightening fist snapped his pencil.  When I finished he
let out his breath and said, "Damn! It sound like you've found another
little angel that needs your help, Sam. What do you need from me?"

"I just got a call from Rat, and he wants to see me ASAP. I thought maybe
you could give Ginger the ten-cent tour while I'm gone. Cheryl is in
reception with her, waiting to see her Uncle Mike. When I get back I may
need help with something, but until then I don't know what may be going on.
I just had a feeling it would be a good idea to have them both in a safe
place while I'm with Rat."

"No problem, Sam. I haven't seen my special girl for a while, and I'd love
to meet Ginger. If she's half as nice as Cheryl I'll probably fall in love
with her at first sight."

I nodded.  "You will," I promised.  I called the girls into the office and,
after making the introductions, headed for McGintie's to see Rat. He was
seated at his "Office" table when I walked in. There were a couple of other
shady looking guys sitting there with him, but they moved away as soon as
Rat saw me. I sat down, and there was a beer in front of me before I could
even get settled.

"So. What was the ASAP call about, Rat?"

He passed me a paper with an address written on it. I glanced at it and
slipped it into my pocket as I listened to his report.

"First off, it only took me a couple'a minutes ta find the place ya'z
lookin fer. I know a guy what likes em young, and he knew exactly who I
meant as soon as I mentioned it. He tole me he don't like it there cuz
they'z mean ta the girls. But tha's not why I called ya. The word's out on
da street dat one a da girls split. Dey want her back real bad and are
offerin a reward. Da word is some guy saw her picked up by a guy. He said
he tinks he knows da guy from some place but don't know where. He tole 'em
what the guy and his car looked like. It sounds a lot like you and your car
Sam. If it was, ya better look sharp cuz these guys are mean and got
connection down town. Dey got protection, Sam."

"Okay. I'll be careful about who I talk to. I want you to have someone keep
an eye on the place for a while until I can get it covered."

As I said that he nodded. I took out my wallet a handed him three hundred
dollars. He said that would be enough for now, and I left. I sat in my car
for a few minutes thinking about what Rat had told me. The bad guys had
connections and would most likely find out who I was very soon. I was well
known around town, and there were plenty out there who would want the
reward enough to spill all they knew about me. I headed back to the office
and placed a call to the precinct as I drove.

"Ninth precinct front desk, Sergeant Murphy speaking."

"Hi, Murph. It's Sam. Is Wilson around?"

"Hi, Sam. Yeah, he's in a briefing right now. Can I help?"

"No thanks, Murph. Just tell him I'm on my way if you see him headed out.
I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"Okay, Sam. But I'm sure he won't be out before then. The briefing is for a
big bust and will take some time."

I thanked him and hung up just as I arrived at the office. Instead of
parking out front, I pulled up to our secure garage. I hit the remote, and
it opened showing an empty space inside. I drove in and parked the car,
then closed up and went to see Mike.

Mike had just finished giving Ginger the tour, and they were in his office
talking. I asked Cheryl to take Ginger to the snack bar and get her
something to eat while I talked to Mike. She knew something was up and
didn't question me at all. They skipped out of the office and were gone in
a second.

I filled Mike in on what Rat had told me and said I was leaving my personal
vehicle in the secure garage. I asked him to have our mechanic pull one of
our plain company cars around front for me. He picked up the phone, and it
was arranged in just a second.

Next I asked about our safe house. We had a place where we let folks who
were in danger stay while we solved their problems. He said it was
available and all stocked and ready for anything. I said I would be staying
there with the girls for a few days until I could get a handle on the
situation.

I also asked him to arrange for around-the-clock security guards at my
house until further notice. I wanted complete coverage both front and back,
with relief set up so they didn't leave it without coverage for potty
breaks or meals. He made notes as I talked and assured me it would be taken
care of.  I said I planned to see Wilson first, and then I'd stop off at my
place to pick up a few things before heading to the safe house. I wanted
the watchers to be in place by the time I was ready to leave the house so
they could see if I was being followed.

I also gave him the address of the house where Ginger had been held. I
asked him to set up an undercover surveillance also around the clock. I
wanted all they could get about anyone who went in or out of that place. I
told him Rat would have it covered for a while, but I wanted it covered by
us as soon as possible. He said he'd get right on it. We had several people
who could blend in any place in town and would be able to watch and report.

I asked him to keep the girls for an hour or so while I went to see Wilson.
He suggested Ginger might like to see the range and maybe even see Cheryl
practice a little. They walked in then. I told them I'd be right back and
left to go see Wilson.

The mechanic was waiting for me out front with another one of our special
cars. It looked very average but was loaded with extras and had lots of
power under the hood. He showed me the trunk first, and I took note of all
the firepower secured there. I could hold off an army with all the weaponry
packed in there. I hoped I wouldn't need it but thanked him for being sure
it was all there. He handed me the keys, and I drove away.

When I got to the precinct Murph told me that Wilson had just finished his
briefing and was in his office waiting for me. I smiled and waved at a
number of old friends as I walked through the squad room. They made the
usual cracks about amateurs trying to do the work of real cops, but it was
all in fun.

Wilson was behind his desk watching as I came in. His name is actually
Robert Wilson, but he hates the name Robert and all it's shortened
versions. He once told me only his mother ever called him Robert, and that
was when he was in trouble. As for the name Bob, he said it reminded him of
a piece of garbage floating on top of a stagnant pool of water. He was well
liked by everyone, so we all called him just Wilson. After I had been
encouraged to leave the force he had moved up to Chief of the Homicide
Bureau due to a few very big cases he solved. Nobody but him knew that I
had helped privately on the biggest one. As far as I was concerned at the
time he was still my partner. But most of all he was, and still is, my very
good friend.

I plopped down on the comfortable chair off to the side. He had a hard back
chair for most of his visitors but allowed his friends to be relaxed while
with him. He waited patiently for me to tell him what was going on. He
never asked me any questions until he knew what I was dealing with. He knew
I'd get around to telling him all he needed to know if he just gave me
time. He listened carefully as I told him what I knew so far.

I told him the two names I had and the address. I also told him what Rat
had said about protection from downtown. That made him angry, but he still
didn't say anything. I told him what I had done so far, including Mother's
involvement and the name of the so called inspector. He didn't write
anything down. He has a great memory and knew that in a case like this it
would be better not to have anything that could be found by snoops and
superiors.

I asked him not to involve the vice guys yet, in case one or more were
giving protection to the crooks. He agreed not to tell anyone else at all.
He would make a few discrete inquiries using his private computer and the
back door he had into police files. That way even if someone noticed a
check being run, they wouldn't know who was running it. He logged on and
ran the address I had given him. He came back with the full name of the
owner, and I made a note of it. I asked him to let me know if he found
anything out and reminded him to use my private cell number.

"I hope Rat is wrong, Sam, but just in case I'll keep it strictly to
myself. You be careful out there too. I do not want to see your name on any
case file in this office."

I assured him I was being very careful and even told him the address of the
safe house in case he needed to see me in person. I warned him not to drop
by without calling or he might be the one whose name showed up on a file.
He laughed as we shook hands, and I headed back to get the girls.

The security detail was in place when we arrived home to pack for the safe
house.  I talked with them for a minute while the girls went inside to
pack. I gave them my cell number and asked them to watch to see if we were
followed when we left. The senior operative, Danner, was an experienced man
I knew well. He promised to take good care of my house and to let me know
immediately if anything happened.

We left an hour later. As I pulled away I watched in the rear view mirror
to see if anyone followed. I was almost to the corner when I saw a car pull
out of a spot at the far end of the block and pace us. I was about to call
Danner when my cell went off. It was Danner telling me that the car was
ours and would provide security to our destination. He said it was Mike's
orders and not to worry.  I thanked him.  Now I had to watch only the front
and sides for trouble.

Mike was waiting for us inside the safe house. He said he wanted to be sure
everything was set. He made a quick review of the security precautions and
pointed out the watchers through the window. He said that he had assigned
several extra people to watch over us. If I needed to leave the girls
alone, all I had to do was pick up the phone and someone would be there in
just a few minutes. I thanked him, and he left.

I closed the door and turned around.  The girls sat on the couch holding on
to each other. Cheryl looked fine, but Ginger looked scared to death. I sat
next to her and pulled her onto my lap. She snuggled up to me and put her
head on my shoulder as I explained what was going on. I reassured her she
was safe in that place, with lots of folks watching over us. I told her I
was just being careful and was sure she was safe. Cheryl tried to calm her,
too. I told her we would stay in this place for a few days until I could
get things under control. I even told her I'd let Cheryl stay home from
school for a couple of days if she was needed her for support. Ginger
thought that would be okay and, not surprisingly, so did Cheryl. I made a
mental note to call the school in the morning to let them know what was
going on.

Cheryl told me that Mike had given them a tour of our facility and had even
shown Ginger the range. She mentioned that she had her gun with her just in
case. I reminded her to keep it in a safe place and to follow all the
safety rules just like at home. She promised she would.

I took the girls on a tour of the house. It was a three bedroom set up with
a living room, a study, a kitchen, and two bathrooms. I told them they
could have their own separate rooms, or they could stay together in one
room. The beds were all king size, so they would have plenty of sleeping
space. I knew Cheryl wanted her own room so she could sneak out to be with
me, but Ginger wanted to share a room. They took the one at the opposite
end of the hall from mine. That gave some space between us so any noise
they made would not disturb me. At least that was Cheryl's explanation.

The kitchen was stocked with enough food to support D-Day. From frozen
dinners to fresh and frozen meat. From fresh and canned veggies down to PB
& J for snacks and gallons of ice cream for dessert. From an ocean of soda
for the girls to a dozen large cans of coffee for me, we had everything we
could possibly need. Everything but one item.

"Pizza!" they answered in one voice.

I blinked and looked around that the storehouse of food that would remain
untouched that night.  "Pizza," I repeated in disbelief.

Cheryl nodded.  "With extra cheese, please."

"But no anchovies, please," Ginger added.

"Pizza."  I was still having trouble believing it. I asked what kind they
wanted and picked up the phone. There was no dial tone or ringing. Instead
it was answered right away by a familiar sounding voice.

"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?"

"Is that you, Amber?"

"Yes, sir, it is."

"What in the world are you doing here?"

I could hear the smile in her voice as she answered.

"Actually I'm not there, sir. This line comes right to my desk at the
office. I can sit here and do my research and also keep tabs on what's
going on there. It lets me answer any questions our visitors may have, and
it works well in case they need something unusual that the regular agents
don't know how to find."

"Very good idea. It's nice to hear a friendly voice, too. The girls have a
very difficult request for you if you think you can handle it."

"I'm sure I can, sir. What do they need?"

"Well, they would like an extra large deep dish deluxe pizza from Domino's.
That's the one with everything on it except the kitchen sink and anchovies.
Do you think you can find a way to get that for us?"

I could hear her laughing as she answered.

"Well, I don't know, sir. That's a pretty big order. I might have to call
for help on this one." She paused for a second and asked me to hold the
line. I waited for just a minute and she was back.

"One of our men will pick it up and deliver it to you in about forty
minutes, sir. Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, I have two questions for you. First of all what is my first name?"

There was a hesitation before she answered

"It's Sam, sir."

"No, Amber, you're wrong. It's not 'Sam, sir.' It's just plain 'Sam.'
You've been with us long enough by now to know that everyone calls me Sam.
There is no 'sir' in my name, okay?"

She was giggling by then.

"Okay, Sam. If that's what the boss says, then that's what I'll call you."

"Thank you, Amber. Next:  have you found out anything about the property I
asked you to check."

I gave her the name Wilson had provided.  Amber confirmed that she had that
information.  She said that only tenant was listed in the tax records for
the address. The property was actually owned by a corporation, and she was
having quite a time tracing its officers. Because it was Sunday, trying to
get the information from the state list of corporate officers was tedious.
Her contact in the Secretary of State's office did not work Sundays, so it
would be a while before the contact could drive to the office and open the
files. I didn't ask what she had on her contact that would get him or her
to go to the office on a Sunday.  Some things the boss doesn't need to
know.

"That'll be fine, Amber. Just call me here when you have anything."

"Will do, Sam. Talk to you later."

Amber is a wonderful girl. She is brilliant and beautiful, too. She
graduated early with a degree in Library Science and a minor in computer
technology. She knows just about all there is to know about doing research,
and if it could be done with a computer, she could do it. When it comes to
the hardware, she is lost. The girl could not turn a screw if you gave her
detailed instructions and a full tool kit. The same hands that moved at
light speed over a keyboard fumbled and dropped anything that could be
called a tool. It was a running joke at the office, but when you needed to
know something, it was Amber you called.

I hung up the phone and told the girls our pizza would arrive shortly. We
watched television while we waited. The house was equipped with a satellite
feed, so we had what seemed like about a thousand channels to choose from.
I think the girls surfed through every one of them before settling on one
of the first they had looked at. I couldn't take it and went to the kitchen
to set the table for dinner. It wasn't much of a job. I put out napkins and
glasses for our drinks and was done.

After thirty-five minutes the phone rang. The girls just looked at it, so I
answered it.

"Yes?"

"Your pizza is arriving right now. Flores is delivering it."

"Thanks Amber."

"You're quite welcome, si.. Sam. Enjoy your dinner."

A few seconds later there was a knock on the door. I looked through the
peep hole and saw Joe Flores, one of my undercover operatives, in a
Domino's delivery uniform. I opened the door, and he handed it to me.  He
turned around and left without a word.

The girls followed me to the kitchen. We poured sodas, sat down, and dived
in. The girls proclaimed the pizza "wonderful," and it vanished in short
order. Ginger picked strawberry ice cream for dessert.

After we ate the girls prepared for bed while I logged on the computer to
check my e-mail. There was a report from Amber listing what little she had
found out so far. It looked like the owner of the place was well hidden in
a long list of phony corporations. I knew Amber would get the truth if
anyone could. I expected to see a report in the morning with more detail.
She had also added an update from Mike about the security at my house and
the people who would be sent to set up the surveillance at the whorehouse.

I logged off and checked on the girls. They were just getting in bed when I
peeked in.  Cheryl held out her arms for a goodnight hug and kiss. After I
gave her a big hug and a little kiss on her forehead I turned to see Ginger
holding out her arms. I gave her the same treatment and then turned off the
light and started to close the door.

Ginger's voice was very soft behind me.  "Could you leave it open, please,
Sam?"

"Sure thing sweetheart."

I phoned Amber to say everything was okay and we were turning in for the
night.

"Sleep well, Sam. We'll let you know if anything happens."

I checked the doors and windows one more time and then went to bed. I
couldn't get to sleep right away. I missed the warm little body of my lover
next to me and had a lot on my mind.

I thought about what I had done so far and what needed to be done in the
morning. Everyone was safe for now. That was the main thing. But there were
still little girls out there that needed to be saved from a terrible life
of slavery. I was determined to make that happen. I needed more information
before I could act. I needed proof of what was going on, and I needed to
know who I was up against. Tomorrow would be an important day and would
show me where to go next.

I was almost asleep when I heard a scream from the other room.

The End of chapter 3

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