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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sam Knight Case Three 9/9 by Uncle Sky (Mf, Mm, mf, coer, bdsm)
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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.

Sam Knight Case Three (Mf, Mm, mf, coer, bdsm)
      by Uncle Sky

What Possible Excuse

Chapter 09

On the way home I made a couple of stops. First, I picked up some red hair
dye. Next, I stopped at a used car lot where I was known. I sold my car. I
asked them to hold it for a few minutes and I would be back to get my
things out of it. They said it was no problem.

There was a car rental place just down the street. I walked down and rented
a good sized van for one week. I told them I would drop it at their dealer
in another town. That would be fine. I put it on my credit card so I didn't
have to sign anything when I dropped it off. I could just park it and go.

I returned to the car lot and picked up my personal things. I hated to let
that car go. It held a lot of memories.

I stopped by my bank and deposited the check from the sale of the company.
I was lucky they stayed open late and just made it before closing.

My last stop was to pick up some boxes to pack what I was taking with me
from the house. I didn't need many.

When I got home, I found a note from Mother telling me she had picked up
all of Ginger's things. If I found anything they had missed I was to leave
them on the couch in the living room and they would get them later.

I needed to get that picture to Stew as soon as possible, so I went in and
stripped. I took the dye into the bathroom and dyed my hair red. After I
showered, I dressed in sweat pants and a fairly plain sport shirt. I dug
around in my dresser and found the blue contacts I had used when I was
undercover on a case a while back. After putting them in, I looked at
myself in the mirror and was satisfied I didn't look like me.

I set up my digital camera with the remote and took my picture standing in
front of a blank wall. I took off the shirt, removed the contacts, and put
on a tee shirt. I took the camera out to the computer and downloaded the
picture. I Photoshopped it so it looked like the ones they do at the motor
vehicle department and then sent it to Stew.

I got myself a big mug of coffee and sat back down at the computer. I
pulled up the file on Rose's case and wrote up a detailed report of
everything I had done or had ordered done. When I finished I sent it to
Beth. I then copied all my files that related to the company and sent the
whole thing to Amber.

Next, I sent an e-mail to Dale Paulson telling him the case was closed as
far as I was concerned. I indicated that I was leaving town and any further
contact should be made with Beth Cantrell at the office. I told him I
wished Rose the very best and hoped Dr. Webber would be able to help her.

The computer and all the peripherals belonged to the company and would be
picked up the next day. I had a very powerful laptop of my own, so I got
that and moved all my files to it. When that was done, I ran the special
wipe program that the Geek had given me a while back. With the computer
clean, I hooked up my laptop so I could access the internet.

Several years before, I had opened a private bank account offshore for a
case. I never closed it, just in case I needed it again. It was not
connected to the company in any way. I accessed my local bank account and
transferred a large part of my funds to the offshore account. I left more
than enough to cover the other things I needed to do. The account would
remain open for now so Asherton could make deposits if he needed to.

I had several credit cards. I accessed each account online and paid them
all off and closed them, except the one I was using for the van. I would
close that one after the rental charges were posted.

I jumped when the phone rang. It was Dale Paulson.

"Hi, Dale. What can I do for you?"

"Dr. Webber brought Rose home, and they told us everything. The doctor has
promised to keep seeing Rose as long as she feels the need. I think Rose
will be okay. We owe you a lot, Sam. We have the funds, so please send us a
bill and we'll gladly pay what ever you think is right. You gave us our
daughter back and that's priceless."

"I'm no longer with the company, Dale. I suggest you call and speak to
Grace about what you think you should pay."

"But, what about you, Sam. Where are you going? Can Rose call you if she
needs to? Is there anything we can do for you?"

"I'm fine, Dale. I'm leaving town and will not be reachable. In case Rose
thinks she was in some way responsible for my leaving, please make it clear
it had nothing to do with her. Please give her my love."

"Okay, Sam. Thanks again."

We ended the call, and I went back to my chores. That meant packing. I went
through each room and packed what I wanted in one box and what belonged to
the company in another. Everything else I left where it was. Mother could
have the extra household items. As I filled a box, I marked it and set it
next to the front door.

After a couple of hours, I took a break and checked my e-mail. There was
one from Dr. Webber. She agreed to handle things as I had asked and quoted
a retainer. She also attached a letter of understanding, which she had
signed.  There was a place for me to sign as well. I sent a reply saying
that I would sign the letter and send it, with a check for the amount she
quoted, tomorrow. I printed out the letter and signed it. I wrote a check
for her and sealed them in an envelope. I decided not to wait for tomorrow
and called a courier service for a pick up. When they arrived I gave them
the envelope with the Doctor's office address on it and asked it be
delivered the next day. I paid the courier and was satisfied that I was
done with that.

In order to save time the next day and make more room, I loaded the boxes I
was taking with me into the van. I made another run through each room and
found a couple of items I had missed. I put them with my clothes and
started packing my clothes and personal items that I would not need while I
traveled. I put my luggage in the van and sat down for a rest. I reviewed
what I had done and what I wanted to do the next day.

There was one thing I had left out. The new car, or I should say, the
replacement car I was going to buy in the town where I dropped off the
rental. I would not have credit in my new identity, nor would I have a bank
account in that name. How was I going to pay for a vehicle under those
circumstances? I decided to use the internet to do a little research.

I knew I wanted a van about like the one I had rented. Maybe not as new,
but running good. I checked out several car dealer sites to see what was
available and for how much. I found a dealer in the town where I would be
making the purchase who had a web site. He had two vans that looked to be
what I wanted. I thought the price was within reason, so I made a note of
the address and amount he was asking. That meant two more stops at banks
after I met with Stew. My plan was to withdraw a few thousand more than the
asking price from my current account, then go to another bank and purchase
a certified check for that amount with my new identity. That should cover
my purchase. If the check was too much and they didn't want to give me the
change, I'd load up on extras.

I was ready for bed. I'd left out the bedding and my clothes for the next
day, along with a laundry bag for what I was wearing. I also left out a
wool watch cap to wear when the Geek or whoever he sent, came by in the
morning. I didn't want my hair seen by anyone yet.

I turned everything off and locked everything up, then went to bed. I
didn't sleep well. The bed felt empty, and I hated being alone. I missed
her so much.

I was up early, and since I'd packed a lot of my kitchen supplies, I got
dressed and went out for breakfast. I wore my cap so nobody would see the
new hair.

As I was driving back to the house, I saw a utility company truck and it
reminded me I hadn't done anything about that or my mail. I could handle
the utilities online, so I would let Mother have a few days to decide what
she wanted to do with the house before I had them shut off. I would then
pay them as I always had, online.

The mail was a different matter. I gave it some thought and decided to put
in a change of address with a forward to Asherton at the office. He could
screen it, and if there was anything important he could handle it as my
lawyer. When I got to the house I e-mailed him with my plan so he would
know what I was doing.

I was getting impatient. I wanted to get my errands run and get on the
road. If I managed to get started by early afternoon, I could probably make
it to the first stop on my trip by evening. I'd rent a room at a motel and
get the van deal taken care of the next day. In a day and a half I would be
on my way to wherever I was going to start my new life. All I had to do was
decide where that was going to be. With all the planning I had done, I
hadn't really decided where I was going. I was just going to head toward
the northwest and see if some place caught my eye as I traveled.

It was still fairly early when the Geek showed up with a van from the
office. I helped him load everything and told him I was sure it was all
there. I had checked the list he gave me as I was packing.

"I'm sure it is, Sam. I'll check it all in and clear the record. Before I
go, there is one thing more. You know I have worldwide connections. I can
and do communicate with folks all over the world. I want you to know that
if you ever need anything, anything at all, you can e-mail me at this
address, and I'll handle it." He handed me a card with his name and an
e-mail address on it.

"Thanks, Walter. I doubt if you will ever hear from me again but it is nice
of you to give me a way to get help if I need it."

We shook hands and he left.

It was about time to leave. I sat down and wrote a note to Mother.

----------------------
Mother,

Here are the keys to the house. I'll leave the utilities on for the rest of
the month so you have time to decide what to do and also time to get the
things I left in the fridge. I'll pay the final bill on line when I put in
the stop order on the first of the month. You'll need to go down and
arrange for the change that day or soon after.

I've left a few things I don't need as well as some food items. It's all
yours now.

Thank you for all you have done.

Tell her I love her.

Sam
--------------------

I addressed an envelope to her and put the note in it along with the keys
to the house. I'd use the courier service again to get it to her.

I made one more inspection of all the rooms and took my last bag out with
me as I closed and locked the door. I didn't look back as I got in the van
and drove away.

The first stop was the Post Office for the change of address. Next was the
courier service, then it was late enough for the banks.

My bank was a little hesitant to give me the amount of cash I wanted, but a
talk with the manager about my years of being a customer and the company
accounts that I had opened convinced him I should get what I wanted.

The second bank was no problem since they were getting cash in return for
the certified check made out to bearer. I was warned to be very careful, as
anyone could cash it.

It was still too early for my lunch date, so I went to Wal-Mart and bought
a small cooler that would hold some drinks and snacks for the road. It was
a Super Wal-Mart, so I was able to get some sodas and sandwich makings
along with ice. I put it all in the van and sat there in the parking lot,
going over all my preparations. I couldn't think of anything else I needed
to do.

I drove around a while looking at places that meant something to me. I went
past the High School to see what was going on. It looked normal. I guess if
there was still anything going on it was inside behind closed doors. It was
still a little early, but I decided to go to Mason's and have an early
lunch. I didn't think they'd mind if I took a while to eat. At least not
unless they were busy. They weren't. I ordered a nice lunch and took my
time eating and drinking my coffee.

At last, Stew arrived. He sat down and handed me a large envelope. I opened
it and found a driver's license, a social security card, birth certificate,
and various other items. There was also a typed background and history of
my new identity. I smiled when I saw the name. He had promoted my from
Knight to King. I was now Thomas King.

"Thanks, Stew. This looks good. Is the social security number good?"

"It's all good, Sam. King is dead, but nobody knows it, and nobody cares.
He had no family and no close friends who might look for him. He was clean,
so there is no law enforcement interest, either. It's all good, and you
have a new life."

"Great! I know I don't have to say this, but I need to be sure you
understand. You must never tell anyone about my new identity. Not even
those you know as my friends. Okay?"

"You got my word, Sam."

"I need to get on the road, Stew. Thanks again for everything."

I got up, and as I left I handed him an envelope. He hadn't asked for
anything but I thought he deserved the $1,000 that was in it.

"Thanks, Sam. Good luck."

That was it. I was finished and on my way. I was reasonably sure I had
taken care of everything and left no trail. Sam Knight was no more. Tom
King was on the road.

I didn't push too hard, but I still made it to my first stop in time for
supper. After I ate, I checked into a cheap motel and hit the sack. I was
exhausted after the last couple of days and fell asleep right away. I
dreamed about Sam and his girls but managed to get the rest I needed.

I slept a little later than I normally would. I showered, but decided not
to shave. I was going to grow a beard and see how it looked. I checked out
and went to breakfast. By the time I was done eating it was late enough to
go to the car dealer.

I had no trouble there at all. They were thrilled to get a cash sale and
loaded the van with a few extras as well as filling it with gas. They even
gave me the change for the overage from the check in cash. I moved all my
stuff from the rental to my new van and offered the salesmen $50 if he
would get the rental back to their lot. I explained there was no need to
check it in. Just drop it off in the designated spot. He said he knew right
where to leave it and promised it would be taken care of right away. I
suspect his commission on the sale of the van might have helped encourage
his help.

I drove several hours each day, stopping here and there to see things I had
never seen before. I was a wanderer for about two weeks, and then I found a
small town that looked like what I wanted. It helped that there was a small
cabin on the outskirts of town with a for sale sign in front. I stopped and
looked the place over. It looked like it was in good condition, so I noted
the name and phone number of the seller and drove on into town. It was
lunch time, so I stopped at a diner for lunch. It being a small town, I was
sure I could get some info about the cabin along with my meal. I was right.
By the time I was finished with my meal I had directions to the owner's
office, and by that night I was the new owner of a very nice cabin. I had
made a small cash down payment with the promise of payment in full within
ten days.

There was a small motel next to the diner, so I checked in for a week while
I got the cabin opened up and all the utilities going. I needed to buy some
furniture as well.

By the end of the week, I had opened an account at the local bank, had all
the utilities on, and had furniture in place. I had to go to the larger
town that was twenty miles away for the furniture. While I was there I
arranged for satellite service for my tv and computer. That took a little
longer to have installed.

I was settled in with nothing to do by the end of the second week. I
decided to hike around the town and surrounding area to get a feel for the
area. I met some people and made friends with some. Once I was finished
with my exploring, I made it a practice to jog a couple of miles every
morning to keep in shape.

I decided to do some writing. Over the next several months I wrote a couple
of detective stories that sold to a magazine. I didn't need the money, but
it was something to keep me busy.

I let my beard grow and liked it. I dyed it red to match my hair, and with
that my new persona was complete.

The town was small and only had two cops. One was the chief and the other
assistant chief. I got to know them and mentioned that I had some
experience with security. I managed to avoid saying where or what kind of
experience. The result was that the chief asked for my help once in a while
if he had a problem. I never charged him, and he never asked any more
questions after I helped him solve a case of theft.

I was settled and happy. I still missed her, but made the best of things
for about four years. I checked with Rat once every month or two and
contacted Asherton every couple of months. Everything seemed to be going
well. Asherton had my off-shore account and was depositing profits from the
company into it every couple of months. There was no word about the girls
or the company. I didn't ask, and they didn't volunteer any info. Rat only
said everything was okay with Ginger. That was all I needed to know.

It all changed one afternoon as I was sitting in my cabin writing another
detective story. There was a light knock on the door. I got up and went to
open it. When I saw who was there I almost passed out. It was Jennie.

"Hello, Sam. Or should I say Tom? May I come in please?"

I was speechless. I just stepped aside and motioned for her to come in. She
sat down on the couch, and I sat in my desk chair. I finally managed to
speak.

"How did you find me? What do you want? I kept my promise. There are no
girls or even women in my life, and I've stayed away from everyone back
there."

There were tears dripping down her cheeks as she replied, "I'm a detective,
and a damn good one too. With a little help from a few folks who had no
idea what I was doing, I managed to find you. I'm not here to give you any
trouble. I'm here to apologize for ruining your life and making Ginger
suffer for so long. I know you kept your promise, and so did I and all your
friends. Nobody has said anything since you left. There were a lot of
questions but no answers from anyone who knew why you left."

"Okay, then. I accept your apology, even though I don't think you needed to
make one. You were right to do what you did. You could have turned me in to
the law, and I'd have been in prison. Instead, I have a very nice, peaceful
life here. I have friends, and I'm in good health. What more could I ask
for?"

"Ginger."

"Please don't go there. She's better off without me."

"Do you still love her?"

"Of course. I have since the day I met her and will until the day I die."

"Would you like to see her?"

"Sure, but I can't, so there's no sense talking about it."

She smiled and stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it. She made a
come-here motion with her hand and stood back, waiting. I saw movement
behind her and looked up to see a beautiful young woman walking in the
door.

"Hi, Sam."

It was Ginger. Before I could stand up she was in my lap, hugging me and
covering my face with kisses. After a few minutes, I pushed her back a
little so I could talk.

"What are you doing here, sweetheart?"

"I came to be with you."

"But we can't."

"Sam, how old am I?"

"Uh, I guess about seventeen?"

"No. I'm eighteen now. I'm legal, Sam. We can be together. Unless you don't
want me."

She looked frightened. She thought I had moved on and didn't need her any
more. How wrong can she be?

Jennie spoke up.

"She's right S... ah, Tom. She is of legal age and can do what ever she
wants. She has never stopped loving you and talking about being with you as
soon as she was of age. Mother, Dr. Webber, and everyone who knows her
agree that it was meant to be. If you're willing, she has all her things
out in the car. She intends to move in. You need to decide so I can get
back to work. My vacation is about over."

Jennie went back home to her job and told everyone I was okay but wouldn't
tell them where I was.

Jennie was hardly out the door when I picked Ginger up and carried her to
my bed. I undressed her slowly, seeing her new adult body for the first
time. She was beautiful and very sexy. She was taller, but not much. She
was still on the small side. Her breasts were larger, but not too big. Just
a nice hand full. I let my eyes travel down her body, over her slim waist,
and to her mound. I expected to see hair but she was smooth and bare. She
saw me looking and smiled.

"I shaved it just for you. I know you like bare pussy."

I pushed her down on the bed and proved how much I liked bare pussy by
kissing and licking her to a huge orgasm. She still tasted the same as the
last time I had eaten her. Sweet.

"It's my turn now," she said and rolled me over on my back. She took her
time kissing her way down my body to my crotch. My cock was already erect
and very hard. She took it into her little hand and began to stroke it
slowly. There was a drop of pre-cum on the head, and she leaned over and
licked it off.

"Yummy. I've missed that."

She bent down again and took my cock into her mouth. She closed her lips
around the head and then slowly slid down until the head touched the back
of her throat. She paused for a second and then began to slowly slide up
and down on my cock, all the while licking the head with her tongue. I was
ready to cum in just a couple of minutes. I pushed her off and pulled her
up on top of me.

"Enough for now, sweetheart. I want to cum in you this time. Are you
ready?"

Her answer was to sit up on my hips and grasp my cock. She aimed it at her
entrance and sat down on it. I was already wet from her blow job, and so I
slid in to the hilt on the first stroke. She held still for a moment as we
both groaned, then she began to ride me like a wild cowgirl on a bucking
bronc. It didn't last nearly long enough but was great just the same. She
came first, and I was right behind her. We were both exhausted and fell
asleep just as we were.

Of course I wanted Ginger to stay. I didn't let her move in right away.
This was as small town, and they would be scandalized if a girl so much
younger than me just moved in like that.

I introduced Ginger to the nice lady that ran the Bed and Breakfast in
town. It was a new establishment, and she needed some help. Ginger worked
and lived there for about a year. We dated and, without letting anyone
know, made love from time to time. At the end of that time I mentioned to a
few people around town that I was thinking of asking Ginger to marry me. I
wanted to see how they would react. The general reaction was, "It's about
time."

Ginger and I were married on her nineteenth birthday. It was a small
wedding, but there were several friends there. Jennie came out to be with
us for the wedding. Ginger had maintained contact with her.

We are very happy. We have a daughter and a son. They are beautiful. I am
still Tom King. That will never change. I still have red hair and a red
beard. The kids say it tickles when we snuggle. I'm still writing, and
Ginger still works part time at the B & B. Not much with the kids to care
for, but it gets her out of the house. Oh yeah. We built a nice house with
four bedrooms on some land near where the cabin is. We rent out the cabin
from time to time just to keep it useful.

Well, I guess that's all. Bye, bye.

Tom King

The end.

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