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Subject: {ASSM} Never Any Excuse Chapter 5 by Uncle Sky
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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 5 (Mg, Mf, fg, ped, cons)
         by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)

Mike arrived in half an hour as promised. I'd given the situation a lot
of thought and was ready to make some radical moves. I took him to the
kitchen and offered him some coffee. He accepted and we sat down as I
filled him in.

"I talked to Wilson and Beth about what's going on. They both agree that
we need to keep the local cops out of things for now. There are too many
of them involved who might get wind of what we're doing."

"Yeah. I'm afraid you're right."

"Beth has gotten approval for the FBI to enter the case. But it'll take a
couple of days for them to get up to speed. Meanwhile, there are little
girls being raped, and I can't sit by and do nothing."

"I can understand your feelings, Sam. But what can you do?"

"I'm going to rescue the girls."

"And just how do you plan to accomplish that without upsetting the whole
operation?"

"I want to set up a little black bag mission. But there are some things I
need to know first. I want you to find out what is going on in the other
three houses we know these guys are running. Send someone in today. Use
the phone repair gag or the gas leak scam. What ever you have to. But find
out if there are young girls involved. I'll check with Rat and see if he
knows anything. If there are more young girls in this mess I may need to
revise my plans, but for now I'll go on the assumption that only the one
house has underage girls. As a matter of fact, let me call Rat now and see
what he can tell me. There's something else I need from him any way."

Mike sat silent as I placed the call to Rat.

The phone was answered on the first ring. "Yeah?"

"It's Sam. I need a couple of things, and I need them yesterday. There'll
be a bonus for speed."

"'Kay."

"I need to know if there are more girls being used for sex in three other
houses. See if you can find out what goes on in these places."  I gave him
the three addresses.

"Gotcha. What else?"

"I need some roofies."

"How many?"

"Six should be more than enough. I won't ask you to deal, Rat. Just tell
me where I can 'find' some lying around."

"Gimme an hour." Click.

I turned back to Mike. "I'm going to try and slip the two perps some
Roofies and then slip in and remove all the girls."

"That'll be some job. How are you going to do it?"

"With a lot of help from Ginger and anyone else I can think of. I'll need
you to set up the removal part of the operation. Get one of our vans with
a couple of our female operatives. I'll want them to stand by about a
block from the house while I go in. When I'm ready I'll call on my cell
and have them pull up to the house. As soon as the girls come out I want
them loaded in the van and driven away quickly."

"That could be called kidnapping, Sam. I suggest you have the girls walk
out alone so they can say they just ran away. It's a flimsy excuse but it
might make a difference if we have any trouble later."

"Good idea. Now all I need to do is figure how I can get them to walk out."

I called Ginger to come and help me. She looked a little nervous. I guess
she knew what was being discussed and it frightened her.

"Ginger, honey, I need some help from you so I can save the other girls
that are back where you were being kept. Can you make a sketch of the
house so I can see the rooms and things? It doesn't have to be pretty,
just an outline."

"I... I think so Sam."

I got some paper and a pencil for her and she started to draw the floor
plan. While she was doing that I asked her some questions.

"Do the girls ever talk about running away?"

"Yes. All the time, but their scared. Mary said she tried once, but they
found her and beat her real bad."

"Do the customers come to the house at all hours, or is there a schedule?"

"No, they only come until around midnight. George said that people would
get suspicious if there were people visiting any later than that."

"Good. Do they have a routine they follow?"

"I don't understand. What's that?"

"I mean do they do the same thing every day at the same time? Especially
at night?"

"Yes, I guess so. George and Maureen sit in the living room all evening
and let the customers in. When the customer's time is up they go and knock
on the door to the girls room. At about midnight they lock up and then sit
in the kitchen and have a glass of wine while they count the money from
that day. Then they put it in the safe they have and go to bed. By that
time we're all asleep. We shower and go to bed as soon as they lock up. Is
that what you mean?"

"Yes, that's very good, Ginger. Do they drink the wine any other time?"

"No. George says they need to stay sober just in case."

"Okay. Where do the keep the wine?"

"In the fridge in the kitchen."

"Do you know what kind of lock the back door has?"

"I don't know about locks."

"Well, is it the kind that's part of the door or is it a small box
screwed onto the door?"

"Oh, it's part of the door. It's an old one with one of those funny keys
like in the old movies."

"You mean one with a keyhole you can look through?"

"Yeah, that kind."

"Very good. Thank you Ginger. You've been very helpful."

I glanced at the sketch she had made. It looked fairly simple but I
thought it would be enough. I asked her a few questions about the layout
and made some notes on the plan.

"How many girls were there when you left, Ginger?"

"Five."

"Does each girl have her own room?"

"No. They sleep two to a room. Mary is probably alone since I left."

"Can you mark on here who is in which room? Show me where George and
Maureen sleep, too."

She made some notes on the sketch.

"Thank you, Ginger. One more thing. If I promise you will be protected
would you come with me to get the other girls out of that house?"

"I'd be too scared, Sam. I don't want those people to get me."

"Okay. We'll talk more later. Thank you, honey. You can go back and watch
tv now."

I turned back to Mike and went over some more of what I needed.

"Mike, I need a couple of our best bugs. I'm going to plant one in the
kitchen and, if I have time, one on the phone. I'm also going to need a
diversion. I want someone who is a good actor who will go to the front
door at the right time and act drunk and raise hell. It has to be
realistic so they don't tumble to it being fake."

Mike laughed. "You mean like the act I put on at the Christmas party?"

"Yes. Exactly like that."

"I'm your man Sam. I can pull it off, and I'm big enough that there's
little chance they'll get physical with me. You just tell me what time and
I'll be there."

"You're not field ops, Mike. I can't ask you to do this."

"You didn't ask, Sam. I volunteered and that's it. I want in on this."

"Okay. Thanks. It's two o'clock now. Let's get busy and see if we can be
ready by eight. I think we should aim for a meeting here at seven. If
everything looks good we go tonight."

Mike left, and I sat there for a while thinking. There was a lot to do
and I needed a number of other people to come through with information or
it wouldn't work. I decided I need to have another talk with Ginger. But
first I called Mother. She answered on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mother. It's Sam."

"Hi, Sam. How's Ginger? Is she doing better?"

"Yes, she's doing fine. Still a little scared but feeling better. I was
wondering about something Mother."

"What is it, Sam?"

"If you had a sudden visit by a group of girls, how many could you find
beds for?"

"Let's see.... There are four empty beds right now. Is that enough?"

"Not quite. How about five?"

"I guess we could double up a couple of the smaller girls if we needed
to. What are you planning, Sam?"

"No details now, Mother. If things go well we may have five girls looking
for a place to stay late tonight."

"Okay, Sam. I'll get things ready just in case. If you need the beds just
call me a few minutes ahead, and I'll move a couple of the girls. They'll
be asleep and won't even realize what's happening."

"Thanks. Let Jennie know what may happen, and tell her I'll send extra
security if we need it."

"I'll do that. Bye now, Sam. Be careful."

"I will, Mother. Bye bye."

I went out to the living room. The girls were sitting on the couch. When
I got close they moved apart so I could sit between them. I put an arm
around each one and hugged her.

"Ginger, have you thought about coming with me to help the girls tonight?"

"Yes, but I'm still scared, Sam. Do I have to?"

"No, you don't. But it would be a big help. Let me explain what I want to
do." I told her what my plans were including the van waiting to take the
girls away. I told her there would be several armed guards with the van to
be sure nothing could harm her. I planned to use one of the larger vans
that would seat twelve. There would be a driver and one guard in the front
and one more in the back. I was also planning on two more female
operatives in the back who would also be armed. I just wanted her to be
there so the girls would know it was safe to get in the van."

Cheryl spoke up first. "What If I came along, Ginger. Would that make you
feel better?"

I could see Ginger was giving it some thought. I didn't like the idea of
Cheryl going but really couldn't ask Ginger to go if I wouldn't allow
Cheryl to be a part of it. In the end Ginger agreed to go if Cheryl went
too. I thanked them and picked up the phone.

"Yes, Sam."

"Amber, can you patch me through to the team watching the target house?"

"Sure. Hang on."

There was a pause and then a male voice. "Yes, Sam?"

"I need some intel on the house you're watching."

"Like what?"

"If I wanted to get in through the rear door, is there an alley or some
other way to reach it that is out of sight?"

"No, there isn't an alley but the house that is behind it is vacant. You
could park on the next street over and go through the yard and around back
of the vacant house. Then there's a gate that leads into the yard behind
the target. It should be dark enough that you wouldn't be seen."

"That sounds good. Thanks. Has Mike filled you in on the plan yet?"

"He gave us a quick rundown and said there would be another couple of
people here to help out. He said we would get a call if and when the
operation was a go."

"Okay. Thanks. Keep you eyes open just in case and let us know if there
is anything unusual happening."

"Will do."

It had only been an hour since I called Rat when he called back. He said
that the other three addresses I gave him didn't have little girls. One
was a drug dealers pad and the other two were regular whorehouses. I asked
about the roofies.

"If you wuz a bum and wuz pickin up cans in da alley I saw ya in once, ya
might find cans can be woith a lot. But ya gotta be fast."

"Thanks Rat. I owe you."

"Nah, yuz paid up." Click.

I called Amber again.

"Yes?"

"Amber, I need some things and I need them fast."

"Go ahead, Sam."

"I need some makeup and clothes to make me look like a homeless
transient. And a big garbage bag that's about half full of aluminum cans.
I think you'll find some clothes that'll work in the closet in my office.
I need this stuff fast and I need someone to stay inside here with the
girls while I go out."

"Okay, Sam. You should have what you need in about thirty minutes."

Twenty eight minutes later the phone rang. When I answered it a voice
told me to open the door for a delivery. When I opened it I was greeted by
Amber with a big smile on her face. She came in and handed me the clothes
and things. I introduced her to the girls. I could see right away they
were going to get along just fine.

About an hour later a dirty, homeless man wearing old torn clothes
stumbled into an alley down town. He had a bag of cans over his shoulder.
He slowly poked around the trash in the alley and picked up several empty
cans. He dropped them in his bag and moved on. It took him about a half an
hour to finish searching the alley and then make his way down the block
and around the corner. No one really noticed him and he was soon gone.

I got back to the house and dropped the cans in the kitchen. I headed for
the shower without much comment from the girls. I needed to get the smell
off as soon as I could. When I came back out dressed in my black slacks
and shirt I found Amber holding a can out to me. I took it and turned it
up over my hand. Six small tablets dropped into my palm. I had my roofies
and the plan was moving along.

There were still a couple of hours before I had to go on the first part
of the operation. I decided to take a short nap. Amber said she was going
to stay anyway and that she'd keep the girls company and make dinner when
it was time. I stretched out on my bed and was asleep in seconds.

I was awakened by the feel of a soft pair of lips kissing my cheek right
next to my mouth. I didn't even open my eyes. I just reached up and pulled
Cheryl's head around and pressed my lips to hers for a soft but passionate
kiss. As I held the kiss I opened my eyes. Oh shit!

What I saw was not Cheryl with her eyes closed enjoying the kiss as I
was. What I saw was two big green eyes open so wide they looked like they
might fall out. It was Ginger, not Cheryl. I pulled back and sat up
quickly. Ginger just stood there staring at me with those big, soft eyes
still wide open. She looked surprised but not scared.

"Ginger, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. I was having a dream about
someone else, and when I woke up it was you. I didn't mean to do that."

She stood there for a minute. Slowly her eyes closed a little and a smile
spread over her face. There was something odd in the look she gave me as
she leaned down to whisper in my ear. He voice was soft, and I could feel
the warmth of her breath in my ear as she spoke.

"It's okay, Sam. I know you were surprised, too. But you know what? I
liked it. I liked it a LOT!"

And in a flash, before I could reply, she was out the door calling back
over her shoulder.

"Dinner's ready."

Amber had prepared a nice little meal. Nothing too heavy but enough to
satisfy and keep us through the evening. I noticed Ginger glance over at
me several times while we ate. She had this little smile that just showed
on the corners of her mouth. But there was a bigger smile in her eyes.

Mike arrived at seven with the equipment we needed. He was dressed in
what looked like expensive clothes but could best be described as
disheveled. He looked and smelled like he had been on a bender for several
hours.

With Amber's help we were both wired. Mike would just wear a tiny bug so
the team watching from across the street could hear him. We didn't want
George to find the wire. I wore both a transmitter and receiver. It was
also set to be monitored by the watchers, but in my case they would be
able to tell me what was going on and warn me of any danger.

We were ready in a short time and left at seven forty-five. As we went
out the door I heard Amber on the phone telling them we were leaving. We
went in the car I was using. I didn't think it was smart for Mike to
drive. It would be our luck he'd be stopped for drunk driving.

We arrived on schedule and parked the car in front of the empty house
behind the target. We shook hands and I headed through the yard towards
the back of the house. Mike started staggering down the street, mumbling
to himself and looking at house numbers as he went along.

It didn't take long for me to get into position in the back yard of the
target. The back of the house was dark, but I could see lights at the
sides and on the second floor. I reported being in position and ready. All
I heard was "Check" in my ear. Time seemed to crawl, but finally the voice
came on again.

"He's at the door."

I waited.

"They opened the door and are trying to tell him he has the wrong
address. It's getting loud. GO!"

I quickly aproached the back door. I slipped the skeleton key into the
lock and turned. I was in luck. It turned and clicked. I opened the door
slowly, keeping as quiet as I could. There was a second door into the
house from the back room. It was not locked and I was in the kitchen. The
lights were out but there was enough light from the front of the house for
me to see. I went to the refrigerator and opened it. The wine bottle was
there as Ginger had said. It was a cheap wine. I noted the brand and
quickly opened it. The bottle was about half full. I dropped four roofies
into it and put the top back on. I gently tipped it up and down to mix it
and then put it back where it had been. I was nearly done. I took a small
bug out of my pocket, reached under the table and pressed it firmly in a
corner.

I spoke softly. "Test" and scratched a finger nail oved the bug.

The voice in my ear said, "Check," confirming they heard it. I turned and
headed out the back door. Just as I closed the outside door the voice came
on again.

"He's leaving, and they're closing the door. No sign of any trouble."

"Check. I'm out and will be at the car in two minutes. Keep me informed
of his progress," I whispered.

I slipped into the car and waited.

"He's just turning the corner. No sign anyone is watching."

I saw Mike coming down the street, still staggering. When he reached the
car he leaned against it for a minute. I could see he was looking around.
I couldn't see anyone watching, and in a moment he got in the car. I
started it up and slowly moved out and away from the area.

"We're clear," I reported.

"Check. No sign of trouble. You're clear."

I sighed with relief and headed home. On the way Mike told me about his
perfomance and laughed the whole time. He said both George and Maureen had
cursed him out and yelled at him in frustration the whole time. He said he
hadn't had that much fun in years. I made a quick stop at a liquor store
and picked up a bottle of wine like the one I drugged. We were home by
nine thirty. Mike said he'd be back at about eleven thirty and headed home
to clean up.

When I entered the house I found the girls sitting watching tv. They
jumped up when they saw me and ran to give me a big hug. They each kissed
me on the cheek and said they had been worried. Amber smiled and said she
was going home to change and would be back at eleven thirty with the van.
She was going to be one of the females to be with the girls. That
surprised me, but I didn't say anything about it. I just thanked her for
taking care of Ginger and Cheryl.

Ginger was still a little scared about what was coming. I suggested she
take her nightly hot bath, and then both girls could take a short nap. I
sat down on the couch to relax. I was still a little worked up from my
activity. A few moments later Ginger came out wearing her robe. She sat
down on my lap looking nervous.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Cheryl told me about all you did for her when you found her."

"Yes?"

"She also told me how you gave her the nice hot baths Doctor Jack ordered."

I started to get a little nervous myself. "Yes?"

"She said it made her feel so much better. I wondered if you would help
me with my bath like you did Cheryl."

"I don't know, Ginger. That might not be a good idea,"

She looked so sad, and her eyes were glistening as if she were about to
cry. She got off my lap and just stood there for a minute. When she spoke
it was softly, and she looked at the floor.

"You think I'm dirty and bad because of what I've been doing for the last
year, don't you? That's why you don't want to see me or touch me, isn't
it?"

"No, Ginger, that's not it at all. You're much older than Cheryl was then
and too old for me to be helping you with your bath. It wouldn't be right.
You are not bad or dirty. It was not your fault that those things
happened."

"I don't care if I am older, Sam. I want you to help me like you did
Cheryl. She said you checked her injuries and rubbed cream on her to make
her feel better. I want you to do that for me, too. If you really like me
you'll do it. Pleeaase, Sam?"

What could I do? I mean could you refuse a pretty little girl who asked
so nicely and was almost in tears? I don't think so. I know I couldn't. I
picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. The tub was already filled
with steaming hot water and bubbles. It seems the place was well stocked,
and that included bubble bath.

I put Ginger down. She gave me a shy look as she untied the belt of her
robe. Then she turned away from me and opened it, letting it slide just a
little off her shoulders. She looked over her shoulder at me as if waiting
for something. It took me a minute to realize she wanted me to take the
robe. I reached around her and grasped the robe at the lapels. I pulled it
back and slid it off as she stepped forward. I held the robe up between us
so she was not exposed. She smiled, stepped into the tub and sat down so
the bubbles covered her up to the neck.

I hung the robe on a hook on the door and sat down on the closed toilet
to watch. Ginger just lay still in the water letting it soak into her
scared little body. I watched and waited for what would come next and
thought about what had happened with Cheryl. I didn't dare let that happen
again. This girl was hurt by many men, and the last thing she needed was
another man using her. I didn't know what was going to happen, but it
scared me.

The end of chapter 5.

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