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  The following story was plotted before I read Varangian's "Found
Girls", but not written until after.  I thought about not writing
it because of the similar opening.  I decided to go ahead because
there are only so many plot devices and all of them have been used
before.  Our premise and story lines are very different.  I urge you
to read his story at: < http://www.asstr-mirror.org/ >

---------------------------{ Lucky Night }----------------------------

  I was surprised to find I had the Roadside Rest Area all to myself.
It was the first time I had since shortly after I first got a license.
Back then it was still out-houses and a hand pump.  I was on I-71, less
than an hour from my front door.  I was enjoying a stretch and a
smoke.  A van pulled in and spoiled the mood.  Three people got out,
fighting.  Two seemed to be children.  From this distance it was hard
to see or make out words.  Someone inside the van was yelling as well.
The apparent grown-up jumped into the van and it drove off.  The
children tried to run after for a short distance.

  I stood for a moment deciding what to do.  I did not want to get
involved.  The girls, for that was what they were, decided for me.
They ran up to where I was standing.  "Mister, they left us!  You
gotta help!  Make'em come back!"  This delivered by the older of
them.

  "I can't make them come back.  Let's go inside and call the police.
They can help."

  "No!  No police.  We'll be in trouble.  Can't you catch them and make
them take us back?"

  "No, I've no way to stop them, nor do I have the authority to make
them do anything.  We want the Highway Patrol for that.  Why did they
abandon you anyway?"

  "Well," she shifted from one foot to the other, repeatedly, "we wet
our pants."  She looked at the ground as she said this.  The younger
girl looked ready to cry.

  "People don't abandon children for wetting their pants.  They'll
be back as soon as they think you've learned your lesson.  We'll wait
here for them.  It'll take them fifteen minutes or so to make a round
trip to the next exit and back.  You two are far to old for wetting
yourselves."

  "They won't be back.  They never wanted us along to begin with.  Dan
made them bring us.  They won't be back."  Now both girls looked ready
to cry.  The faint wind brought the scent of urine to me.  I looked
down at their crotches.  They were soaked to the knee.

  "You didn't wet yourselves just once, did you?  You had to do it
several times to get that wet."

  "They wouldn't stop!  We told them we had to go.  They made a game
out of teasing us and not stopping.  They've done it all day.  We
tried, really we tried.  We couldn't hold it forever.  When the smell
got to them they threw us out.  What are we gonna do now?"

  "You're sure they won't be back?"

  "No, Danny made them bring us.  They don't like us.  Danny pays
them, and they'll all be fired when he finds out."

  "I still think we need the police.  They can help."

  "No police, Dan will be in trouble for trusting us to them.  Mom
will be in trouble for selling us to Dan.  They'll take us away and
lock us in some cell or something."

  "Your mom sold you?"

  "Sort of, I guess.  I don't know the details.  Danny's good to us.
He takes better care of us than mom did.  Mom works for him
sometimes.  Can you take care of us 'til Danny can come get us?
Please?"

  "Alright," somehow I knew I'd regret this, "we can try that.  First
thing we have to do is get you both out of those wet clothes and
cleaned up.  You'll have a rash otherwise.  Will you trust me to help
you with that?"

  "We have to.  Uhmm, I think I have a rash already.  Can you make it
stop itching and burning?  Please?"

  I led them to the vending machines.  I asked their names as we
went.  The older was Sue and she was eleven, going on twelve.  The
younger was Sally,  eight and a half.  Sue had to answer for Sally.  
I was in luck, this rest area had souvenirs.  I shoved in my credit
card and bought two 'Ohio Heart of it All' T-shirts.  On a whim I
added sun-visors.  Then we trooped off to the men's room.  I put us
in the handicapped stall.  "Ok girls, strip off the wet clothes.  We'll
clean up and see how bad the rash is.  You'll wear the T-shirts when
we leave.  Hurry, we want to be done before anyone else comes."  Sue
did as she was told, Sally just stood there looking at me.  Then she
smiled and pointed to me.

  "She wants you to undress her," said Sue.  "You'll have to, she'll
keep this up all night if you let her."

  I stripped Sally, she cooperated in the effort.  I looked both girls
over.  Both had badly inflamed rashes from their hips to almost the
knee.  The front of their thighs was the only place spared. I used
Sue's top as a washcloth, moving back and forth from sink to stall
to rinse it, and gently cleaned the effected areas.

  "Put on the shirts and we'll leave, hurry."
 
  Just as we came out of the stall a middle aged man came in the door.
He took a look at me loaded down with wet, stinking, clothes and the
girls in new shirts and visors.  "Left off stopping too long?"  I did
my best 'aw shucks' impression.  He continued, "Did that myself a time
or two, my middle son ended up with a rash like fire.  Watch out for
that."
 
  "Too late, they have a rash.  Any advice?"

  "Triple antibiotic.  Knocks it right down.  Put it on thick the first
time, it'll take the sting out almost on contact.  Be gone in a couple
days."

  "Thanks.  We'll leave you in peace now."  We scooted out the door.
We were none too soon.  The parking lot was back to normal.  There
were people everywhere.  I led the girls to my car and strapped them
in.  They were asleep before we'd gone ten miles.

   When we arrived at my house I couldn't wake them.  I carried Sally
in and laid her on the couch.  I managed to get Sue to sort of
sleepwalk in while I held her steady and guided her.  I took her
straight to the bathroom.  I set her on the pot.  Her eyes were
showing a bit.  "Go, if you can.  I'll clean you better and put on
ointment."  Her head bobbed in a nod.  By the time she finished
tinkling she was awake.  I had her stand in front of the sink and
washed her again.  Then came slathering on the ointment.  I started
on the back of her.  That was where the rash was worst, and touching
least embarrassing.  Then came the front.  I could have sworn she
smiled as I anointed her genitals.  I got a pair of drawstring
sweatpants and cinched them on her.  Now came decision time.  Where
were they going to sleep?  My house has only one bedroom, and one bed.
I led her to it, and had her slide to the middle.

  Next came Sally.  I got her on her feet, still asleep, and into the
bathroom.  I put her on the pot.  She didn't wake.  I turned on the
tap.  In a few moments I heard the splashes from below her.  I had to
wipe her myself.  I laid her on the floor and applied ointment.
Running my hands over her body, I noticed I was getting a hard-on.
I hadn't ever thought of little girls in a sexual way before.  Not
since hitting puberty, anyway.  Her body held all the right cues, in
miniature.  I never was much of a tit man.  I took my time with the
ointment, feeling and looking over her form.  Then I pushed such
thoughts aside.  I had be too tired and fantasizing.  I had no
interest in children.  I carried her into the bedroom, dressed her in
sweatpants, and laid her beside her sleeping sister.

  I took care of washing out their clothes and a few other chores.
Then I joined them in bed.  It was nearly two in the morning.

  Thinking back over my arousal while touching Sally bothered me.  Sue
snuggled against my side didn't help.  I thought about Sue's body under
my hands, too.  I was hard as a rock.  I rolled over and drifted off
into a troubled sleep.

  I woke to the sight of the girls watching me.  They smiled when they
saw I was awake.  Sally said "Where is the bathroom?"

  "Right across the hall."  I pointed, "That's the door, the other is a
closet. It's a small house, you can't get lost."

  The girls both jumped up and ran to the door.  In a moment I heard
them squabbling over would be first.  Then I heard, "Mister, come untie
my pants."

  I walked into the bathroom.  Sue had won the argument by getting her
pants undone herself.  She was on the pot.  Sally had snarled the knot
on her drawstring.  "Sorry, I didn't know you'd started.  I'll come
back, Sally come with me."

  Sue said, "It's ok, you've seen me before."  I stayed and worked out
the fouled knot.

  When both had finished I said, "I need to go.  You two find your
shirts.  After breakfast you can take a bath."

  "It's warm, we don't need shirts," said Sue.  Her tits, she did have
small ones, stood out proudly.

  "Put on the shirts.  Go, both of you!"  I wasn't sure I could pee
if they stayed, and I didn't want to expose myself.

  Breakfast went well, the girls ate like wolves.  I wondered if
they'd been fed the day before.  They made a lot of noise and
splashing in the bath.

  Then came applying antibiotic.  This time both girls were awake and
aware of the process.  I tried to get them to do it themselves, they
both wanted me to do it.  The inflammation was noticeably improved.  I
started with Sue.  She held on to the sink and squatted slightly.  I
ran my gooey hands over her backside, starting at the lower thighs.
She turned her head to me and smiled as I reached her butt.  "Do that
some more," she said.  "It feels much better."  I rubbed ointment onto
the inside of her thighs.  "Do the crack again, I think you missed a
spot."  My hand dived into her butt again.  I had her turn around.  I
became really troubled then.  I worked on her thighs, avoiding her
genitals, for as long as I could.  "Put it on my pussy, the rash is
bad there."  I was shocked by her language.  "Go ahead and rub, it
feels good."  I was hard as could be.  She kept me working in ointment
until I could no longer see a reason to continue.  It looked as though
she was getting off on the process.  Troubled, I stopped and had her
don her shirt.  She looked disappointed.

  Sally was next.  I used the same process.  I was even more troubled.
She was younger, and she looked even more aroused than her sister had.
Long after coverage was complete I stopped.

  I sent the girls out to play.  I needed to think.  If things kept up
as they were I was going to do something I'd regret.  I had to do
something.  I had to return them to Danny, whoever he was, or turn
them over to Children's Services.  My reaction to the girls bothered
me, and they seemed willing to do things they shouldn't know about,
yet.  The first thing to do was get them more clothes.  That was
reinforced when I looked out the window.  The girls were doing
cartwheels.

  It was Saturday, so I didn't have to work.  If I didn't find
something to do about the girls by Monday I'd have to call off.
I went out to the line and checked their clothes.  Dry.

  "Girls, come in and get dressed.  We're going shopping."

  I lived in what was once a vacation cottage.  Most of the houses
around me had been remodeled for year round living.  I'd left mine
as it was, I didn't need much living space.  I was well out of town.
Lucky for us a plaza had been built close by.  I took them to the
discount department store.  It was the first time I'd ever entered the
girl's department.  We were greeted by Cindy.

  Cindy and I had been matched up as a couple by mutual, married,
friends.  We had been dating, halfheartedly, for months.  We were now
invited to get-togethers as a couple.  It was not a match that seemed
likely to go anywhere.  She was divorced and gun-shy.  I was set in my
bachelor ways.

  "Who are these angels?"  Cindy gave the girls a smile.  "You never
mentioned having daughters before."  Her look at me was nervous.

  "I was roped into watching them for friends with an emergency out
of town.  I don't have kids of my own.  Everything happen so fast they
came without luggage.  I need a couple of changes for them, from the
skin out."

  "It's your lucky day then.  We're having an end of the season sale.
You should be able to get what you need cheap.  If you like I'll use
my employee discount too.  That way you can buy more for the same
amount of money."

  "Thank you.  Umm, I don't know how to shop for girls.  Could you
give me a hand?"

  "That's my job," she said with a smile.  The three of them hit the
racks like tornadoes.  In a short while I had an armload of clothes.
"You have to go into the dressing room with them."  Cindy pointed to
a sign over the door.  It said, "No Unsupervised Minors".  The whole
shopping process seemed to take forever.  There was no end to taking
a girl in to change, then tugging and looking in mirrors. The piles,
rejects and chosen, grew and grew.  Finally I received the word that
we were done.

  "I want to thank you for all your help.  Until I find a sitter, I
can't go out.  How about dinner sometime next week?"

  "How about dinner at your house, tonight?"

  "You're on.  If you can stand my cooking, and our company, you're
more than welcome."

  Cindy arrived on time.  I'd had the girls clean up and dress in
their prettiest new outfits.  Dinner went well, we had a fun time
talking and joking.  We watched a movie, Cindy and I nestled on the
couch.  Then I declared bedtime for the girls.

  "Umm; I've got to help them with something; in the bathroom."

  Cindy chuckled.  "I saw the rashes when you were shopping.  Run along
and be a good daddy.  I'll be here when you're done."

  We went through the regular routine.  Again I got hard.  Again the
girls tried to extend things well beyond utility.  Again they seemed
highly aroused.  Again they were disappointed when I stopped.  The
rashes looked much improved, even from this morning.  Again I tied
them in sweats, this time for Cindy's sake, with shirts.  I tucked
them into bed, and returned to Cindy.

  "Is that for me?" Cindy said, as I snuggled back onto the couch.
"The care you've shown those girls shows me you're a good man, not
like my ex.  He was a selfish man.  Everything had to be for him.  I
came in second, always.  No kids allowed."  She moved in for a deep
kiss.  "I want children, more than anything else in the world.  I want
a man who will care for us.  I want a man who will love us, not just
himself." She kissed me again.  My hard-on was all for her now.  "I
think you could be the right man."  That was the end of conversation.

  We kissed for a time.  My hand strayed up to her breast, she pressed
into it.  In no time, by a process I don't remember, her dress was
pushed up, one of my hands was inside her panties, and the other was
working to find her zipper in the back.  Her hands had opened my shirt
and pants, one of them was caressing my Jockey clad erection.  Our
lips never broke contact.

  We moved apart, slightly, and finished undressing one another.  What
followed was pure animal rutting.  Just as Cindy finished coming I
caught the outline of two little heads peering through the archway to
the hall.  I was too far gone to care at that point.  I hoped Cindy
hadn't seen them.

  "Damn!  That was good!  It's been so long since the last time.  
Are we going to be an item now?" asked Cindy.

  "I think so.  Our friends will be pleased.  Will you come over, for
the day, tomorrow?"

  "You couldn't keep me away.  We can take the girls over to the lake.
Be a good boy and you might get lucky tomorrow night."

  A few more kisses and Cindy begged the lateness of the hour, cleaned
up, and left.

  I went into the bedroom.  Sally was asleep.  Sue had her pants
around her knees and was rubbing away at her crotch.  "Rub me,
please rub me," she plead.  Not believing I'd ever do such a thing,
I rubbed.

  I awoke in the morning in the middle of the bed.  Two little faces
smiled at me.  We went through our morning routine.  Sally begged me
to keep going as I put salve on her sex.  I stopped long after I
should have.

  Cindy arrived after breakfast.  The two of us prepared a picnic.
We went to the lake.  The girls had a wonderful time, and came home
worn out.  On the way home I stopped at the next door neighbor's house
to arrange for the girls to stay with the lady of the house on Monday.
I got lucky.  She agreed to take them.  Things were looking up.

  We had supper, watched a movie, then I put the girls to bed.  "Stay
in here tonight.  I saw you watching last night.  Don't do that again.
It's not allowed."  I was firm.

  "We watched the porn people all the time," said Sally.

  "What porn people?"

  "Danny makes porn magazines, and sometimes movies.  We watched when
mommy worked in them.  After Danny took us in we watched all the
time," said Sue.

  I was troubled about this.  It really was a job for the authorities,
but I was no longer innocent myself.  "We'll talk about this later.
Go to sleep, and stay in here until you do."

  Cindy noticed I was distracted.  "Is everything ok?"

  The girls told me something I need to think about.  That's a job
for later.  Gimme a kiss?"  I got a kiss, and a whole lot more.

  Cindy soothed my troubled brow with kisses.  She continued on from
there.  I took the chance to get some in myself when I could, but she
was on a mission to kiss as much of me as possible.  We undressed one
another, then she used her torso to hold me down as her lips roamed me
from one end to the other.  She ended up in the middle.  Her pussy was
inches from my mouth as she lapped at my cock, but it was pressed to
my collarbone.  I couldn't reach it.  Her shins pinned my arms.

  "Lie still and enjoy.  Tonight is a reward for you, I'll have my
turn another night."  She returned to her mission.  She completed it
with honors.

  This time it was Sally who was awake.  The girls had left the center
of the bed to me.  Sally snuggled up to me.  "Rub me.  It feels good
when you do."  She tried kissing me.  Her technique needed work.  "Rub
me until I say stop this time."

  "We shouldn't do this.  You're much too young.  You shouldn't even
know about such things yet."

  "I do know.  I want to feel the way your hand makes me feel.  Rub,
please?"  I stroked that child until she came.

  In the morning I saw the rashes were almost gone.  I declared an end
to treatment.  I got them dressed and to my neighbor on time.

  When I returned from work, I sat them down for a talk.  "Tell me
about the 'porn people'."

  "Danny runs a porn studio.  Mommy works there, sometimes.  She
brings men home sometimes too," said Sue.

  "We had to go to the studio, Danny doesn't know anyone to sit for
us.  We had our own room there.  Sometimes we went out and watched
them take pictures," said Sally.

  "The crew hates us, says we get in the way." Sue said.  "Danny told
us to stay in our room, but it gets boring.  It was some of the crew
that we were riding with.  That's why they were so mean to us."

  "We could do some of the things they do, for you.  That might be fun.
You like doing them with Cindy," said Sally.

  "You are both too young for that!  We need to stop what we've been
doing.  Cindy is a grown-up.  I don't think the way Danny has been
raising you is good for you at all.  Has Danny, or anyone else, been
making you do things like that."

  "No," said Sue, "some of them wanted to.  Danny wouldn't let them."

  "How do we get hold of Danny?"

  "We don't know," Sally looked forlorn, "we don't know the phone
number or address."

  "It's in New Jersey," said Sue, "does that help?"

  I shook my head.  I was stuck with girls I couldn't return to their
home, and couldn't afford to turn over to the authorities.  I'd been
feeling so lucky up until now.

  That night both girls were awake when I went to bed.  With no
ointment they weren't wearing sweats, just T-shirts as a nightie.
They quickly revealed that they weren't wearing panties.  They both
tried to get me to rub them, I refused.  It was a restless and grumpy
bed until, one by one, we fell asleep.

  The girls didn't smile at me in the morning.  They grumped through
breakfast.  They almost ran me late for work.

  Things improved when I picked them up.  The girls had had a good day.
The neighbor's teenage daughter played with them.  Better, she offered
to sit anytime I wanted.

  Cindy arrived with a home cooked supper.  We watched TV until
bedtime.  The girls cooperated and went to bed.  Cindy and I made
plans for a real date, with no kids.  Then I got lucky again.  While
we were lock together at the groin, I spied the shadow of little
heads.

  When we were done, and alone again, Cindy said, "The girls watched
us again.  What is going on with them?"

  "I think it's time to tell you about them."  I told her the story
of how I came to have the girls.  I left out the parts about petting
them.  Otherwise it was complete.  "I don't know what will happen about
them from here.  Without papers I can't keep them.  I can't enroll 
them in school, or take them for medical care.  I don't know how to
contact this Danny guy.  I don't know his legal stasis toward them.
I'd hate to turn them over to Children's Services, but I may have to.
I don't know how you'd feel about keeping them.  I need to teach them
better morals and manners if I keep them, that's for sure."

  "Was that a proposal?  If you think I should have a vote on keeping
them or not, it sounds like one."

  I thought about my answer for a second.  "That's a proposal, will
you marry me?"

  My answer was a kiss that threatened to smother me.

  I went to bed with a huge load on my mind.  Both girls were asleep.

  I had proposed marriage, something I'd never done before.  I needed
to plan major changes to my life.  Most would have to be worked out
with Cindy, but I needed ideas to start with.  The house was too
small for one thing.  It was too small now, if we had children it
would require a major addition or replacement with a larger structure.
I didn't want to move.  Another was the girls.  I wanted to keep them.
Cindy seemed to agree.  Without legal documentation that was
impossible.  Could I find Danny?  If I did, would he be willing to let
me adopt?  Did he have the legal status to do so?  I had to do
something before the school year started in a few weeks.

  I went to sleep still mulling over these thoughts.

  Come morning I woke to new problems.  The girls weren't smiling
again.

  "Do you hate us?" asked Sally.

  I assured them I didn't hate them, that I was willing to adopt them
and keep them as my own daughters.

  "Why won't you touch us and let us touch you?  We know how to please
a man.  We're too small to fuck you, but we could suck you.  I'd like
you to kiss me and eat me.  You won't even touch our pussies anymore.
Why are you mad at us?" asked Sue.

  "I'm not mad at you, although I could be if you don't stop spying on
Cindy and me.  It's wrong for a grown man to do those things to a
child.  It was wrong for me to touch you when I did.  Most children
don't do such things at all, or want to."

  "I've proposed to Cindy.  When we marry I will promise to do such
things only with her for the rest of my life.  That means I can't do
them with you."

  "But the porn people do them all the time!" said Sally.

  "They do them with everybody.  Mom does them with all kinds of men.
How come you can't do them with us.  We want to.  We want to please
you.  We want to say thank you for being so good to us.  We want you
to like us.  We want to feel the way we do when you touch us, it's
not as good when we touch ourselves," said Sue.

  "Pornography is not a good guide to real life.  They are making
fantasies, not reality.  In movies people shoot other people.  You
know you shouldn't do that in real life.  You shouldn't live the way
pornography portrays life either.  Is your mom happy with her life?"

  "I don't think so.  She drinks, all the time, and does drugs.  She
can't keep a job.  She couldn't take care of us, that's why we went
to Danny," said Sue.

  "But Danny makes pornography.  He seems happy.  He took good care of
us," said Sally.

  "I don't know Danny.  I suspect he knows the difference between the
stuff he publishes and real life.  I suspect he doesn't try to live
the way his magazines show life."

  "Oh, does that mean your not just mad at us?" asked Sally.

  "Yes.  I'm trying to do the best I can for you.  Go get dressed,
we'll be late if you don't."

  Cindy had Friday off and asked to take the girls for the day.  I
thought it a great idea.  The neighbor's daughter was going to sit for
us Friday night.

  Cindy and I had a fine dinner together, then went to a friends
party.  We announced our engagement to an enthusiastic audience.
On the way home Cindy asked me to pull over in a scenic overlook.

  "The girls and I had a good talk today.  We discussed how you've
taken care of them, and what's gone on in that bed of your's.  We
discussed how they've been raised.  I learned an awful lot about
their mother and the porn industry.  I confess I'm troubled as to why
you petted them.  Can you explain that?"

  "No, I don't understand it myself.  I've never fantasized about
little girls.  They went out of their way to get me to pet them.  I'm
not sure why I gave in and did so.  I am trying to teach them why it's
wrong.  I don't think I'm getting through to them."

  "Your doing better than you think at that.  They seem to be catching
on.  They asked me some questions about what you told them.  They do
understand that their behavior is not normal now.  I still don't know
what to think about what you've done."

  "I don't either.  Can you forgive me?  Is the wedding off?"

  "I can forgive, but you're going to have to come up with different
sleeping arrangements.  You don't get out of the wedding that easily.
If you weren't trying to correct your behavior, and theirs, or had lied
to me you'd be spending the night in the arms of the law, instead of
mine.  Tomorrow come to the store and buy another bed.  We can put it
in the living room until we make arrangements to expand our home." 
She gave me a smile.

  I bought the bed.  Cindy moved in half joking that she was there
to keep an eye on me.  The next few weeks were spent on plans for
expanding the house, the wedding, and combining our households.

  I made the only possible plan for the girl's education open to me.
My neighbor, who had been watching them, had been a schoolteacher.
She'd elected to become a stay at home mom.  She agreed to home school
the girls for me, for a large, but fair, fee.  Cindy rewarded my
efforts with enthusiasm.

  On Saturday, a week before the wedding, a man knocked on the door.
Before he'd gotten two words of introduction in, two rockets streaked
across the lawn and attached themselves to him.  Piping cries of
"Danny!" came from their throats.

  The next half hour was spent with the girls showing him over the
house and grounds.  They talked non-stop, simultaneously, about life
with us.  Then he told them he had to talk to Cindy and me.

  We sat in lawn-chairs, with a view of the girls playing.  Cindy
looked nervous.  I felt nervous.  Danny started off, "You've done well
with them.  I was afraid of what would  happen to them, I see things
have worked for the best.  I was a fool to trust the employees I did
to care for them.  I needed them out of the way for a few days while
I moved operations to a property out west I rented for a movie
location.  I thought sending them cross-country with a van load of
gear was the best way to do that.  When the van showed up without
them I panicked."

  "Finding out what happened to them wasn't easy, but I'm happy with
what I found.  Once the detective I hired found them here, I relied on
a retired sex worker, he's one of your neighbors, for information.
He's given a good report of you.  I left things as they were to see
what would happen."

  "The sex trade is a lousy place for anyone, and worse for the kids
associated with it.  Drugs and disease are rampant.  Suicide is
common.  Your neighbor was lucky.  He found a loving, and patient,
woman who was willing to help him get his life straightened out.  
We make terrible parents.  Their mother is a part time whore, with
a drug habit and a resistant strain of clap.  She's sure she won't live
to see them out of middle school.  Their father left when he heard
they were pregnant with Sally.  That's why she had me adopt them.  I
haven't been a very good parent either."

  "You two have done well with them.  I've never seen them so happy.
My spy says you've done everything possible for them.  Would you be
willing to take them on forever, as legal parents?"

  We both said we would.

  "I'll sign over the adoption papers to you, as a wedding present."

  My reward from the girls was kisses and hugs that threatened to
smother me.

  Later, in the night, my reward from Cindy nearly killed me.  I'm a
lucky man indeed.
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