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Subject: {ASSM} Never Any Excuse Chapter 8 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 8 (Mg, Mf, fg, ped, cons)
   by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)

The car was still moving when I jumped out and rushed to the door of the
safe house. I had the Glock in my hand and didn't even slow down as I
crashed though the front door. I was greeted with a scene that is burned
permanently into my memory. It is one I see over and over in my dreams.

On the floor near the phone was Joanne's body, partially covered by
Cheryl's still form. Next to them and facing away as I entered was a man
holding Ginger by her arm as she tried to get away. When he heard my
entrance the man turned around and I recognized him at once. It was
Assistant Chief Joseph Longacre, the man who cost me my police career. I
had no time to think about that or anything else. He was holding a
revolver and when he saw me he reacted in an instant.

Longacre shoved Ginger away and fired at me. I didn't feel anything and
thought he missed. I didn't wait to find out. I emptied the Glock into his
worthless body, tearing it to shreds.

When I was out of ammo I dropped the gun and ran to Cheryl. I pulled her
up into my arms and hugged her close. It was obvious that she was near
death. She opened her eyes for a moment and said something. I leaned close
to listen.

"Did we do it, Sam? Did we keep our promise?"

"What promise, love?"

"Our promise to protect her."

It took me a moment to realize what she meant. She was worried about
Ginger. I glanced around and saw Ginger clinging to another of my people.

"Yes. We kept our promise, sweetheart. She's safe."

She smiled weakly and whispered again.

"Take care of her, Sam. I love you both."

Her eyes closed, and she slipped away.

I am ashamed to say that I gave no further notice to Joanne or Ginger. My
world was wrapped up in the little body I held in my arms, and it was
over. I sat there and sobbed. Then I heard a voice behind me.

"It's you own fault. If you'd.." SMACK!

It had been Grange, and I had started toward him as soon as he uttered
the first words. I never made it. There was a flash of sudden movement,
and a body came between us. A fist swung out and connected with Grange's
chin. He folded like an old lawn chair and slipped to the floor. He wasn't
out and started to get up. The body that had done the damage was Beth. She
saved me from breaking my promise. Before he could get up by himself, she
had him in a hammerlock and was walking him out the door. I heard her
screaming at him but paid no attention to what she was saying. I returned
my attention to Cheryl.

The little girl I had saved and loved and who I had tried so hard to
protect was gone, and as much as I hated to admit it Grange was right. It
was my fault.  I may as well have pulled the trigger myself. I had failed
at the most important job of my life. After all she had gone through,
Cheryl ended up paying with her life for my stupidity.

I don't know how long I sat there holding that sweet little girl's body,
but after some time had passed I realized that someone was trying to get
my attention. It was Beth, and she was trying to pull me up off the floor.

"Come on, Sam. Get up. There's nothing more you can do for her."

"Grange was right, Beth. It is my fault! I should have protected her."

"Grange is an ass and is rarely right about anything and certainly not
this. You did all you could, Sam. And Cheryl did all she could, too. Don't
take that away from her. She gave her life for her friend. Ginger has told
us what happened. Cheryl was on the phone with Grace telling her what was
happening when Longacre broke in. He shot Joanne before she could do
anything. Cheryl was trying to get Joanne's gun when he shot her too. She
was a brave little girl, and don't you dare make her sacrifice any less by
taking the blame for something that wasn't you fault."

I just shook my head. She didn't understand, I thought. But I didn't say
anything. Then she went on.

"Now you need to go to Ginger and help her. She is like you. She blames
herself for all this. She thinks she should have never run away from those
bastards so none of this would have happened. You need to make her
understand, Sam."

"I can't. I just can't."

I looked around a spotted Amber trying to comfort Ginger. I called her
over.

"Take Ginger over to Mother's. See to it that security is doubled and
tell Mother what happened. I can't deal with her right now. I can't
protect anyone, especially little girls."

Both Beth and Amber just looked at me in shock. Amber started to say
something, but I stopped her.

"JUST DO IT! NOW!"

Amber stepped back in what looked like fear. I had never yelled at her or
any of my employees. Her answer should have made me realize what I'd done."

"Yes, sir!"

Without any further word she turned and walked away. She gathered Ginger
up and they left. Ginger was sobbing deeply and tears were running down
her cheeks, but I didn't care. I turned to look at Beth. She was just
standing there shaking her head in disbelief.

"The case is yours, Beth. I'm done. You have all the evidence and the
girls are all at Mother's. Go get them and take them into protective
custody. I can't protect them any more. It's over. I'm going home. If you
need me, come and get me. Mike or Amber or Grace should be able to give
you anything you need. I just retired. I'm done."

I didn't even give her time to reply. I just walked out the door. I had
no car, but there were plenty of company cars there with a lot of my
people. I found one and asked him to take me home. He nodded and led the
way to a car. I was home in just ten minutes.

The first thing I needed to do was get out of the blood soaked clothes.
It was only then that I realized that the bastard hadn't missed me after
all.   His aim just wasn't as good as mine. He had hit me in the left
shoulder, and now that the shock was wearing off it was starting to hurt.
The bleeding was minor but I knew it needed attention. There was no way I
wanted to go to the emergency room, so I called Jack.

Jack was there in minutes and had me fixed up in no time. He said it was
just a flesh wound and would heal fine if I followed his instructions. I
promised I would and he left.

I went in and collapsed on Cheryl's bed and wept. After what seemed like
many hours I fell asleep. I didn't rest, though. I dreamed of that scene.
It was the first of many such dreams that still haunt me.

The next day I was visited by an FBI agent I didn't know. He told me he
was sorry to bother me, but he needed a statement about the shooting. I
let him in and gave him what he needed and he left. They didn't bother me
again for a week. Oh, the phone rang until I unhooked it. And there was
the occasional knock on the door. But I didn't answer it, and they went
away.

For that week I didn't eat much or shower or anything but cry and sleep
and remember. At the end of that week there was a light knock on the door.
I tried to ignore it, but it persisted and finally I looked out to see who
it was. It was Mother. She saw me at the window and called out to me.

"Open up, Sam. I'm not going away. I'll stand here for as long as it
takes for you to realize I'm not leaving and let me in. Don't make an old
lady stand here all day, Sam. Open the door."

I opened the door and she swept in with the authority of a mother who
knew what needed to be done. She looked around, taking stock of the
situation, and went to work. No lecture or orders. She just took over. Her
first stop was the kitchen. I plopped down in a chair and let her have her
way. A few minutes later she brought me a cup of coffee. I sipped it as
she returned to the kitchen. I heard her banging around. I guessed she
must be doing the dishes. After a while she came out again. This time she
looked me in the eye with an expression that told me I had better do as I
was told. I was instructed to go take a shower and shave and brush my
teeth. I just sat there. She reached down, grabbed my ear and dragged me
up out of the chair. I was soon headed for my room.

"Okay, Mother. I'll do as I'm told."

She let me go, and I headed in to my room. I undressed and stepped into
the bathroom. After adjusting the shower I stepped in. Before I could even
start washing I was bawling again. It was there in that shower that Cheryl
and I had started our sex life together. I could almost see her and feel
her lips on my limp dick. After a while I heard Mother's voice outside the
bathroom.

"Wash, Sam. Wash."

It jerked me out of my memory, and I did as I was told. After I washed I
shaved and brushed my teeth. I had to admit to myself that it felt good to
be clean again. I even got dressed in some clean clothes. I had to. Mother
had taken my dirty ones away. When I stepped into the kitchen Mother
pointed to a chair, and I sat down. She served me a hot breakfast of ham
and eggs and home fries, with toast and juice. I didn't even remember that
I had those things in my fridge. Once I started to eat I realized how
hungry I was. Mother refilled my plate three times before I was full. I
sat back as I wiped my mouth, feeling stuffed but better than I had for
some time.

"Thank you, Mother. That was delicious, and I needed it badly."

She came over and pulled my head against her big breasts in a comforting
hug as if she were my mother and I had been hurt. She just held me for a
bit, and I cried again. She stepped back and sat down at the table.

"That's enough for now, Sam. You've had time to grieve and you will have
more later. But right now you have responsibilities that need your
attention."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for one thing you have a business to take care of. If you really
meant it when you said you were retired, then you need to make it legal so
the business can run without you. You have a lot of loyal employees that
depend on you. You owe it to them to see that things are taken care of."

She paused to let me think about that. Of course she was right. Isn't
Mother always right? Then she took a deep breath and continued.

"You also need to make arrangements for both Cheryl and Joanne. Neither
of them had anyone to do it. The Coroner's Office has held off as long as
they can. You need to make some decisions, as hard as that may be."

I nodded.

"Next, since you are working for me on this case, you need to get the
files cleaned up and closed and a final report written for the record.
That is what I'm paying you for."

She smiled as she said that, and I had to smile a little myself.

"And last but not least, you have a responsibility to Ginger. She is
devastated and blames herself for all that has happened. She is convinced
it is all her fault. Nothing any of us can say to her will change her
mind. She is in worse shape than you were. She won't eat or clean up. She
doesn't sleep much, and when she does she ends up with nightmares and
wakes up screaming. I've tried and Doctor Jack has tried, but nobody can
get through to her. She says you hate her and that's why you sent her
away. I know you're too nice a man to do that to a helpless little girl.
You need to go to her and make her understand it's not her fault."

I just sat there and thought about what Mother had said. As usual she was
right. But could I do what needed to be done?

"As far as the business goes, I'm not sure I can do it any more. But
you're right about the others involved. I'll go in and talk to Mike and
Grace and set things up so they can run it or what ever they think is
best. I have enough money, so I won't take any from the business for the
time being."

Mother didn't say anything, but I could see she approved.

"I should have made arrangements much sooner but I'll get on that today.
I didn't know about Joanne. I'll check with Amber about what is best. She
knew Joanne, and I'm sure she can guide me. I'll do the right thing for
her. She was a special lady, and we owe her a lot."

"And, yes, I'll get with Amber about the case too. I'll see to it that
you get the final report as soon as possible. If I'd known what a slave
driver you are, I'd never have taken you as a client."

Seeing my humor showing through for the first time in a while made Mother
smile and nod her head.

"But I don't know what to do about Ginger. I'll do what I can. I'll go
see her and have a talk with her. I made a promise to Cheryl the first day
we met Ginger that I'd take care of her. I'll find a way to keep that
promise if I can."

Mother seemed satisfied with her work and got up to leave.

"I'm glad you see what needs to be done, Sam. I knew you'd take action,
and I trust you to what's right. Now I have a house full of girls to take
care of, so I'm leaving."

"Do you still have Mary and the others staying with you?"

"Yes. I do for now. You'll hear the details later but the case is closed
as far as they are concerned, and the FBI and U.S. Attorney think it's
safe. I've been granted temporary custody until the County can figure out
what is best for them."

"You are probably what's best for them, Mother. I know you'll take good
care of them."

"Thank you, Sam. Good bye for now. And remember, Sam, she loved you and
would expect you to do the right thing. Don't let her down."

And with that she swept out the same way she came in. This time as a
Mother who had set things right.

I had to make some calls before I went out. The first was to Beth. I used
her work number and was transferred around until someone finally told me
she didn't work there and they had no forwarding information. I flashed
back on that night. She must have lost her job just like I had for hitting
a superior. I felt bad about that. I dialed her private number. She
answered on the first ring.

"It's about time you called, Sam."

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that, but I just couldn't talk about it. I tried
at your office, but they said you didn't work there. I take it you got
Sam'd."

"I didn't give Grange the chance. I submitted my resignation along with
my report the next day."

"Can we meet some place and talk? I need a rundown on what has happened
since that night."

"Sure. How about your office?"

"Good. I'm about to head there any way. I should be there in less than an
hour. I have a lot to do, so come in any time."

"Okay. See you later."

I hung up and headed to the office. When I got there I went right to my
own office and didn't say anything to anyone. I didn't realize until later
that nobody said anything to me, either. Normally there would have been
greetings from various people I passed. I sat down at my desk and was
surprised to see it was clear. I had expected a lot of reports and paper
work, but there was none. I picked up the phone and dialed Grace's number.
Her secretary answered, and I asked if she was in. I was told she was, and
I asked she be informed I was on the way and would like to speak with her.

Next I called Mike and asked him to meet me in Grace's office. He agreed,
and I hung up. I went to meet with them. It was a short meeting. I
explained that I needed some time off and didn't know when or if I would
be back. I asked them to continue running things and to take over my P.I.
side of the operation temporarily. I suggested they get the company
attorney to draw up any papers that were needed to give them authority.
They promised to do that right away and let me know if I needed to sign
something.

Having that out of the way I headed to Amber's office. This was going to
be harder, but I needed to be briefed on what our people had done on the
case and where it stood. Amber smiled when I went into her office, but it
was a small, reserved smile.

"Hi, Sam. What do you need?"

"I need a lot of things, Amber. But I think only time will give them to
me. Right now I need a briefing on the case. But first I need to ask you
for a favor."

"Sure, Sam. Anything I can do, I will."

"This is outside you normal duties. It's a personal favor for me and you
can refuse if you don't want to do it. Agreed?"

"Okay. No problem."

"I understand you knew Joanne pretty well."

A cloud seemed to pass over her face as she answered.

"Yes. We were good friends. I miss her."

"Well, I was wondering if you would make the arrangements for her
funeral. I understand she had no family, and I want her to have the best.
I know you'll do it right. All expenses are to be covered by the company.
Will you take care of it?"

"I'd be proud to. Thank you for asking me."

"Good. Make sure everyone here knows when and where the funeral will be
and that they will be on a paid day off to attend if they can be spared."

"Fine. I'm sure there will be a lot who will want to go. She was well
liked."

"Since you are going to be doing that, I wonder if you'd also handle the
same thing for Cheryl. She had no family, either. I want the very best,
and all expenses are to be charged to my personal account. If you agree to
handle it I think you should get together with Grace. They spent a lot of
time talking, and I'm sure she'll have some ideas about what is the right
thing to do."

"I'd be glad to handle that for you, Sam. I'll get with Grace right away.
When we have the plans made I'll get with you so you can have final say.
But there is one thing, Sam."

"Oh? What's that?"

"She did have a family. Right here in this building. We are all her
family and have been since the first day she came in. We all just adopted
her as one of us and loved her very much. We all miss her a lot."

"Thanks. I'm sure she knew that. She loved coming down here to spend time
and say hello to everyone. Now, let's get to the briefing."

"Okay. First the details of the attack. It seems that Longacre used his
skills to find and disable our outside guards. They were knocked out with
a heavy object but are not seriously injured. I guess he figured if they
didn't see him he didn't need to kill them. Once he had taken them out he
started to scout around the house. When the guards didn't answer a check
in call, we called into the house. That's when we told you there was
something going on there.

"Joanne was trying to watch all the possible entries and put Cheryl on
the phone to keep in touch with the office. Longacre broke in, and in
spite of her training Joanne was no match for his experience. He got off
the first shot, and she went down. Cheryl screamed that Joanne was shot as
she reached for Joanne's gun. We heard her over the phone even though she
had dropped it. We heard the next shot right after her scream. It was
about a minute later that you rushed in and shot him.

"There really isn't much else to tell you from our side. Your last order
was to turn it all over to the FBI, so we did. We shut down our operation
and gave everything to them. We wrote up our reports, and after Mike
reviewed them we gave copies to the FBI. They came here and held
interviews with everyone who had anything to do with the case, and that
was it. They let the girls stay with Mother and put their own men on
security there. Jennie stayed for a couple of days to help out, but then
she had to stop since we had no authority. We were notified that none of
our people were in any trouble, but that you would be served as per your
agreement with the U.S. Attorney."

"Okay. I'd like to review the case from start to finish. Would you set up
the tapes and files so I can do it in one shot?"

"Sure thing. I'll set it up in one of our small rooms so you can be alone
and take your time."

"Thank you, Amber. You have been a great help and I appreciate the extra
you are taking on for me. You can reach me here at the office for a while
or at my private cell number if you need anything."

"Will do, Sam."

I went back to my office to wait for Beth. I figured she would have to
fill me in on what was going on with the case since we dropped it. But
then I wondered if she knew. She had said she left the FBI the next day. I
was lost in thought when I heard a voice at the door. I looked up to see
Beth standing there.

"Come in and sit down. Can you fill me in on what happened after I left?"

For the next hour Beth went over the case. It seems that the FBI decided
they couldn't wait now that one of the perp's had made such a mess.
Whitehead had sworn out warrants on all the names in that little book
George had, and within hours they were all under arrest for multiple
Federal and Stae felonies. Within days after being faced with the evidence
all parties confessed. Beth had already left her job, but her friends had
kept her advised. She said that there was information that some lower
level police had been involved but had not known the full extent of the
operation. She suggested I talk to Wilson if I wanted to know more on that
angle. I agreed. I should have thought about him sooner. Finally she just
sat back and stared at me without saying anything more.

"As I said on the phone, Beth. I'm really sorry about you losing your
job. I know that was important to you. What are you going to do now?"

"No big deal, Sam. I was tired of taking Grange's crap any way. I found a
new job right away and I like it better. I work for a nice guy at good pay
and no politics. And I do the same kind of work."

"That's great. Give me your number so I can call you if I need to or if I
just want to talk."

She smiled and said, "476".

"476 what's the rest?"

"That's all. Just 476. It's my extension number."

"Oh. Okay what's the main number?"

"You really are slow sometimes, Sam. Pick up your phone and dial 476."

I stared at her and did as she said, still not tumbling to what was going
on. The phone rang and her voice mail answered. "Hi. This is Beth
Cantrell. I'm out of the office right now, but if you leave a message
after the tone, I'll get back to you ASAP. If that's you Sam, just hang up
and tell me what you want."

She was sitting there laughing. I finally caught on. How dumb can you
get. It was an extension number here at my company. She worked for me. Or
at least she thought she did.

"After what happened I called Mike to tell him I was no longer on the
case and how to get hold of me if they needed anything. He offered me a
job, and I took it. I'll be in charge of field ops once I get set up."

We talked for a while, and then I left. I needed to get out of there and
headed home. I stopped on the way when I remembered Wilson. I asked him
about his side of the case, and he filled me in. Internal affairs had
seven vice cops under investigation and suspected there were more. He was
acting as liaison between the PD, the FBI, and my office. Once the case
broke the PD had started their own investigation of other operations
involving those who were part of this case. It looked like they would all
do hard time. All except George, that is. It seems he made a deal to
testify against all the others in return for a lighter prison term. But he
would be a registered sex offender when he got out and would be on
probation for a long time. That is, if he survived his short time in
prison. Inmates were well known for not liking child molesters.

I thanked Wilson for his help and went home. I knew there was one more
thing I needed to do, but I put it off until after I got some more rest
and had dinner. Then I called Mother and asked if it was okay to come
over. She said it was about time, and so I made the trip I dreaded most.

I went to see Ginger.

The end of chapter 8.

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