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 The Good Girl, Part 1

   Story Codes: Build Up, No Sex, Drugs, Satanism

   Story Intro: Twelve-year-old Helen Kapp, a devout Mormon, gets caught
with a boy by her father.  This leads to her going to a special religious
retreat so she can learn how to resist sexual sin.

   Author Note: This is a rewrite of an unfinished story by the author De
Sade from MrDouble.com.  Although I have enhanced and extended what he
started, all credit for this story should go to De Sade.

   Things happen to people.  Is it destiny or is it all just luck.  Helen
Kapp was a good girl.  A devout Mormon, the 12 year old did everything that
was asked off her.  The perfect girl...was how many regarded her.  A good
girl...she was a model Mormon child, volunteering at the local church near
her home in Salt Lake City.  She read the book of Mormon every day and
looked forward to the day when she could be a missionary and bring the word
of God to the far ends of the earth.  In her junior high class, she
excelled in nearly every subject and was looked on with great favor by her
teachers as a model pupil.  Her peers too, regarded her with admiration and
she certainly was one of the most popular girls in school.  She was also
one of the most attractive girls in the school.

   Her Jet black hair was a thing of beauty as her long tresses flowed over
her young shoulders.  Her face was perfectly designed by God himself, her
dark eye's pulling all who gazed on them into the vortex of her beauty. 
Her lips were wonderfully shaped into the perfect mouth.  Standing at 5ft 8
inches, she had a body that attracted the attention of all the boys in her
school, not that she liked to show herself off.  It was wrong to do that
and Helen was a good girl...a good Mormon girl.

   Her parents, Lynn and Jack were good Mormons too.  Lynn, her 32 year old
mother was a pillar of the Mormon Church, and was the daughter of a famous
Mormon Missionary.  Jack, her father was a successful stock broker in one
of the city's most prestigious firms.  At 33, he was well on his way to
becoming a partner in the firm.  Although her parents were loving parents,
they were also tough on their daughter.  Both were ambitious and wanted to
climb to the upper echelons of Mormon Society in the city and had equally
high aims for their daughter.  Helen's life was strictly regimented between
school and church and like many other Mormon girls her age, dating was out
of the question.  Like most normal girls, Helen thought about boys although
she would have been the last to admit it.  Helen may have been a devout
Mormon girl but she was not stupid or blind.  She was well aware of her
effect on boys and deep inside her pure mind, she liked their attention. 
What girl wouldn't?

   But Helen was very careful to appear above it all.  She had a reputation
to protect and even at the tender age of 12 years and 2 months, she knew
her pious character was to be protected at all costs.  Already, she was
being singled out for special attention by some of the powerful elders in
the church.  She was a role model Mormon
child...pious...reserved...hardworking...beautiful and most
importantly...obedient.  These were qualities the church liked in its
missionaries and since recruiting new members was a top priority the church
liked to spot missionary talent at an early age.  Helen Kapp was high on
their list and she was being watched carefully, very carefully indeed.

   Although dating was out of the question for a girl so young, that didn't
mean Helen was restricted from the opposite sex.  The junior high she went
to arranged many dances and activities where boys and girls could interact
under the watchful eye of teachers and parents off course.  One of these
events was a dance given in honor of the junior high football team who had
just completed another winning season.  Helen, as a member of the student
council, was one of its chief organizers.  The dance was held in the large
gymnasium on the east end of the school.  Her job was to make sure
refreshments were in place and that the DJ was set up in the corner of the
gym.  On the night of the dance, Helen was accompanied by her father.  This
was an unusual surprise for her.  Her tall handsome father very rarely had
the time to chaperone her, and she had to rely on her mother instead. 
Helen proudly grasped her father's strong arm as she made her way into the
gym at 6.30pm.  The dance was just getting underway and Helen introduced
her father to some of her friends.  Then she made her way to the table of
refreshments to check on everything.  Within half an hour, students began
pouring in as the DJ played a collection of safe pop music.  Helen was
asked up to dance by many boys under the watchful eye of her father. 
Naturally, there were no slow numbers.  About half way through the dance,
Helen noticed a boy watching her.  She knew she had seen him before but
could not remember his name.  The boy was handsome and looked to be older
than the others.  Helen knew that students from the local high school
sometimes went to their dances too.  Helen looked around for her father but
he had disappeared.  The boy began to make his way towards her.  He had jet
black hair like her and as he came closer, she saw his beautiful eyes and
his big smile.

   "Hi, I'm Jeff Spielman," he said holding out a large hand towards her.

   "Hi...I'm Helen Kapp," she blushed, taking his hand.

   He smiled broadly and held onto her hand for what seemed like an
eternity.

   "Yes...I know.  I've heard a lot about you from my mother.  She knows
your mom," he said, finally releasing her hand.

   Then Helen remembered who he was.

   "Becky Spielman is your mom?"

   "Yes," he nodded.

   Helen had met Becky Spielman many times.  She worked closely with her
Mother on the school board.

   "What brings you to our dance?" Helen smiled.

   Jeff looked at her with a broad grin and slid down on a chair beside
her.

   "You...I came here because of you," he said.

   Helen blushed and looked at her friends.  The music was loud in the gym
but they strained their ears to hear what was being said.

   Jeff looked over at them and nodded.  They giggled.

   Helen looked around the room looking for her father but she couldn't see
him.

   "Let's go outside for some air," the boy said.

   Helen looked at her friends who were trying desperately to hear what was
being said.

   "I don't know...my father..."

   "Oh come on...I won't bite.  Just a few minutes...that's all.  I have
something to tell you," he smiled.

   "Or would you have me tell you here?"

   Helen bit her lip and looked around for her father.

   "I'll see you outside," he said, standing up and walking towards the
door.

   Helen looked over at her friends.

   "What did he say?" asked Rachal Spring leaning towards her.

   "Oh...nothing...he knows my mother," she said, matter of factly.

   "He's cute," said Rachal.

   Helen blushed and looked around the Gym again.  Her father was nowhere
in sight.  She wondered if it was ok to go outside for some air. 
Yes...there was nothing wrong with that and it was still light outside. 
Helen stood up and looked at Rachal.

   "I have to go outside for some air," she said.

   "Want me to come with you?" Rachel asked.

   "No...I'll be back soon," said Helen as she turned and walked towards
the door of the gym.

   She stepped outside into the cool air of the evening.  The sun was
setting on the other side of the building as she looked out over the car
park.  A few students stood near by drinking pop and talking amongst
themselves.

   "Hi," he said steeping up behind her.

   She jumped.

   "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he smiled.

   Helen looked at him more clearly in the daylight.  He stood nearly 6ft
tall and was lean.  His dark hair was cropped tightly on his head.  He had
a slight tan and he wore a large fin on his finger.

   "Let's go to my car," he said.

   Helen shook her head.

   "Oh come on...it's just over there," he said pointing towards a blue
Chevy blazer to the left of the car park.

   "No I really must get back inside," she said quickly looking back at the
door.

   "OK...I can dig it.  You're scared of me," he said quietly.

   "I'm not scared," she said defensively.

   "You know my mother...it's not like I am a stranger," he said in a
disappointed tone.

   Helen looked around at the other kids standing near the door.  One of
the girls was watching her carefully.

   "I understand...look lets walk around the building...how's that sound?"
he asked looking at her with his large expressive eyes.

   Helen shrugged her shoulders.  She was beginning to feel uncomfortable
as the kids at the door nudged each other and looked at her.

   "No...I should go back," she said quietly.

   Reaching out for her hand, he grabbed it and pulled her away from the
door.

   "Come on...lets go for a walk.  There's nothing wrong with that, is
there?" he asked.

   "I'm un chaperoned," she answered nervously.

   "Please...I just want to talk to you where no one can hear us," he said
pulling gently on her hand.

   Helen felt her legs moving.  She really shouldn't but he was so handsome
and she did know his mother.  He was a good Mormon boy, she thought.  They
started walking away from the door along the side of the building.  Helen
looked back and saw the kids watching them.

   "Don't worry...we'll stop when we get around the corner," he said,
holding her hand tightly.

   Helen liked his touch but she found it too forward and she tried to pull
her hand away, but he resisted.

   "Are you afraid to be seen with me," he asked.

   "No...but people will think..."

   "Let them think what they like...I want to tell you something...I've
been watching you for a while and I like what I see," he said as they
turned the corner.

   Helen looked up into his handsome face as he stopped and turned to her,
holding both her hands in his.

   "I think I love you Helen," he whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers
and kissed her.

   Helen stood there, weak at the knees.  Her mind told her to turn and
leave, but her body wanted her to wallow in his gentle kiss.  She felt like
she would faint, as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again and
again on her lips and cheeks.

   I must stop...I must...Helen thought.

   But Helen had never been kissed before like this and it felt so
wonderful.

   "What the hell are you doing?"

   Helen felt her body being pulled backwards by the arm.  She looked
around in horror to see her father, his face red with anger.

   "We were just..."

   "I know what you were just doing, young man," snapped Jack Kapp as he
pulled his daughter behind him.

   "Honestly...we were just kissing..." "Just kissing...she's only 12 years
old, you punk.  What's your name?  Answer me!!" Jack shouted.

   "Daddy..."

   "Shut up," he snapped back at her.

   "What's your name?...I know I've seen you before," he shouted.

   "Jeff Spielman...look Mr.  Kapp..I'm..."

   "You're a Spielman?  I'm sure your mother will be delighted to hear what
you were doing to my daughter," said Jack, rolling his hands into fists.

   "Please Mr.  Kapp...it's not as bad as you think...I..."

   "Did he touch you?" Jack asked tuning to his daughter.

   Helen began to sob.

   "Please dad...he..."

   "Did he touch you...your body...did he..."

   Helen was sobbing uncontrollably now.  She wanted the earth to open up
and swallow her forever.  She felt so embarrassed.

   "I'll deal with you later," he growled at the young boy.

   The he took his sobbing daughter and walked her back to his car.

   When they got back to the house, Helen ran to her room as fast as her
legs could carry her.  She slumped on her bed and cried into her pillow. 
After some minutes, her father came into her room.

   "Stop crying...your mother will be home soon," he said, his voice full
of anger.

   Helen turned to look up at him through teary eyes.

   "Please dad, don't tell mom," she begged.

   "You behave like a little slut in public and disgrace us and you ask me
not to tell your mother," he growled.

   "Daddy...I didn't mean..."

   "You let me down Helen...you let your mother down.  You let God down."

   "It was just a kiss..."

   "Just a kiss...just a kiss...how many times has just a kiss led to just
sex," he sneered.

   "Ohhhhh daddy...how can you say that...I would never..."

   "Would never what?  Hmmmm...would never what...you little slut, you'll
make us the laughing stock of our church.  Do you know what would happen if
you got pregnant...hmmmm?"

   "Answer me!!"

   Helen began to sob uncontrollably again.

   "Do you know what happens to parents whose daughters get pregnant? 
Hmmmm?  They are locked outside forever," he shouted.

   Bending down, he grabbed her arm roughly.

   Your mother and I have worked too hard to let you destroy all that we
have built.  Do you hear me Helen?  Answer me!!" he yelled.

   "Yes...daddy...yes...please forgive me...I'll be good...I
promise...please don't tell Mom...please daddy," she whimpered, grabbing
his hand and kissing it.

   Jack pulled her down onto the floor.

   "Get on your knees Helen.  Beg my forgiveness...beg God's forgiveness
and I may decide to think about that."

   "Ohhhhh daddy...thank you...thank..."

   "I said I'll consider it...but you must show me you are sincere when you
ask my forgiveness and the forgiveness of God," he said solemnly.

   "Yes daddy...I beg your forgiveness...I beg God's forgiveness," Helen
cried as she got on her knees in front of her father and looked up into his
angry face.

   "Are you sincere in your words Helen?" he asked as he folded his arms
across his chest.

   "Yes daddy...I am sincere...please believe me," Helen said through loud
sobs.

   Jack Kapp looked down at his daughter and rubbed his chin as if unsure
of his daughter's sincerity.

   "If I do decide to heed your wish Helen and not tell your mother, I
shall require your total loyalty and obedience...do you hear me
Helen...your total loyalty and obedience," he said in a stern voice.

   "Yesssss daddy...please give me a chance...please...I'll be good," she
whimpered, her lovely face glistening with her tears as she looked up at
her father, her eye's begging for mercy.

   Jack Kapp stared down at his daughter for a minute before answering.

   "You will obey me as a good Mormon daughter should.  You will never
question my authority...you will obey me without question...is that clear,
Helen.  Is it?" he asked in a loud voice.

   Helen nodded eagerly.

   "I can't hear you Helen," he said.

   Helen looked up into her father's eyes.

   "I promise to obey you daddy...I promise to be a loyal daughter," she
cried in exultation.

   "Again."

   "I promise to obey you daddy and to be a loyal daughter," she repeated.

   Jack walked to the night stand beside her bed and returned with the book
of Mormon.

   "Put your hand on this holy book and repeat after me," he said holding
he book out to her.

   Helen quickly put her hand on the book and looked up at her father.  Her
father spoke and she repeated his words.

   "I, Helen Kapp, do solemnly swear on this holy book that I will obey my
father's wishes without question and shall remain a loyal servant to him
and the Mormon Church for life."

   Jack Kapp took the holy book and placed it on the table.  Turning to his
daughter, he ran his hand through her beautiful hair.

   "My dear daughter, I must think on this for a few days.  I will decide
what is best for our family, our church and off course, you.  I can't say I
am not disappointed in your behavior Helen.  There are those of us within
our church that fears for the future of our youth.  The world is so sinful
that it is getting harder and harder for our children to resist
temptation," he said solemnly.

   "I will daddy...I will," Helen said clasping her father's hand and
kissing it fervently.

   "Perhaps we are setting to high a standard for our children in this day
and age of wantonness," he said moving towards the door.

   "Daddy...I..."

   "Don't say another word Helen.  You promised to obey me and the wishes
of our church.  Words are cheap to those that have no intention of keeping
their promises.  I will see by your actions if you truly mean what you
say," he said, looking back at her.

   "Clean yourself up.  Your mother will be home soon."

   Then he was gone.

   Helen stayed on her knees for some time, her 12 year old brain going
over everything that had happened over the last hour.  She had failed her
parents.  She had failed her church and more importantly, she had failed
herself.  She always thought she was above sin, or at least the sins that
mattered most.  But now she saw that she was no better than anyone else. 
She thought about Jeff Spielman and how easily he had maneuvered her.  She
would have to do better.  If her father was to hide her bad behavior, she
would have to be a good girl from now on.  She would have to be a good
Mormon girl from now on.

   For three days, Helen kept a low profile around the Kapp house.  It was
clear to her that her father had not divulged her fall from grace to her
mother and for this she was forever thankful.  Around the dinner table,
conversation was as normal...homework...church etc.  etc.  Her father did
seem quieter than normal and Helen was sure he was still struggling with
what had happened outside the gym nights before.  This naturally made Helen
nervous.  While it was clear he had not spoken to her mother about it.  It
was also clear that he had yet to decide if it were appropriate or not to
do so.  Helen at first, tried to stay out of her father's way, believing
that out of sight meant out of mind, but she also wanted to show him how
she meant to keep her promise.  She fetched his slippers and wanted to be
the first one he met when he came home from the office every day, so she
could take his coat.  She even went with him to the local home improvement
store so she could help carry some things he wanted to buy.  Her father was
visibly pleased with her attentive nature, but she could still see
disappointment in his eyes.

   One thing her father did do which made her believe he was truly giving
her a chance to redeem herself, was pray with her alone.  She had always
prayed with her parents together and she still did.  But now, her father
also prayed with her alone, usually when her mother was out of the house.

   By the end of the week, Helen considered herself somewhat safe.  Her
father had not told her mother and she was trying her best to shower her
father with attention.  On Friday night her father came home and pulled her
aside as her mother worked in the kitchen.

   "I've decided not to tell your mother Helen," he said, as he laid his
hand on her shoulder.

   "Ohhh thank you daddy," she gushed, and wrapped her arms around him,
hugging him tightly.

   Her father caressed her with his large hands and stroked her head for a
minute as she began to cry.

   "Stop you're crying or your mother will see you," he said pushing her
away from him as he slouched down in the black leather chair of his study.

   "Come here," he said, pulling her forward between his legs.

   "You're not off the hook by any means," he went on.

   "I am still very disappointed in you my dear child...very disappointed.
I have so many hopes for you...marrying a well-respected Mormon...raising a
family.  What respectable man would have you if you had a
reputation...hmmmm?" he asked looking up into her beautiful eyes.

   Helen's heart sank.  She had hoped her father would forgive her and let
her start again...let her go on being a good Mormon girl, but his words
told her otherwise.

   "Daddy...I'm sorry...I..."

   "Yes my dear...you've said you're sorry many times now and I truly
believe you are.  I really do...but...being sorry isn't enough, Helen," he
said, taking her small dainty hand into his.

   "I'll do anything, daddy...anything to make you forgive me," she
whimpered, tears rolling down her lovely red cheeks.

   "I do forgive you, my child...but...whether I can trust you or not to
uphold our families honor and the honor of our church is another matter. 
You are a Mormon Helen...and as such...you are expected to protect our
church from its enemies.  Look at the other church's...they are destroying
themselves with scandal and they are making a mockery of God.  You know our
church is growing in converts at the expense of the others.  That makes us
a target.  Many would like our youth to descend into the abomination of
scandalous behavior.  As an elder, I can't let that happen.  There are many
of us who see the signs of decay already within our youth and your behavior
has only confirmed it.  If someone so pure as you can fall like that, what
sort of signal will this show other children who are weaker than you. 
Hmmmm?" he asked, looking up at her bewildered face.

   Helen liked to think of herself as older than her age, but she looked
down at her father, trying to understand with her 12 year old brain, what
he was saying.

   "Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked.

   Helen swallowed hard and nodded.

   "What am I saying?"

   "You want me to be a good role model for the other young people," she
said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

   "Exactly, my dear."

   "I will...daddy...I will be...I will be a good role model," she said
earnestly.

   "I know you'll try...my child...but...you know what Jesus said...the
mind is willing but the flesh is weak," he said, as he shook her hand
gently.

   Helen looked at the floor and took a deep breath.  Her father didn't
trust her anymore that much was clear.  She felt more ashamed now than at
any time during the ordeal.  How could she redeem herself in her father's
eyes if he didn't trust her anymore?

   "Don't worry Helen...daddy loves you," he said pulling her down and
kissing her on the cheek.

   She wrapped her arms around his neck and sliding onto his lap, buried
her head on his chest.

   "You're a good girl Helen.  But you're just a child and children make
mistakes that could have devastating effects on their lives and the lives
of others around them.  It seems I have three choices here.  One...I could
tell your mother about your naughty behavior with that boy..."

   "Please daddy...said Helen as she withdrew her head from his chest and
looked into his face, her eye's full of terror again.

   "Shushhhh...your mother will hear you," replied her father quickly,
looking towards the door of the study.

   "Like I said...I can tell your mother and hurt her terribly.  I don't
know if she would ever see you in the same light again," he said in a low
whisper.

   "Not that it would do any good for her to know.  She would ground you
indefinitely and smoother you in order to protect you from sin.  But that's
the thing Helen, it is very hard in this day and age to protect children
against sin...because it is everywhere and it is in all of us...even me,"
he said as he slid his hand onto Helen's bare thigh.

   She looked down at it on her bare flesh, just below the hem of her
school dress.  He had never done that before.  He had never touched her
there before.  Helen looked up at her father.  He studied her for a moment
before going on.

   "The second option I have is to continue to watch you but I am as you
know a busy man.  I can't watch you around the clock.  Off course, I could
pray and hope you use good judgment when I am not around.  I could have
faith that you would not eat of the apple," he said as he patted her thigh.


   Helen felt a strange feeling come over her.  She was not a stranger to
it and she began to blush with shame as she recognized it for what it was.
She stared at her father as he continued.

   "Or...there is another option, Helen.  It is to simply accept you will
sin but try and control it," he said solemnly.

   "I won't daddy...I promise," said Helen, feeling more and more
uncomfortable on her father's knee.

   "Please don't lie to me Helen...or I may have to choose option one.  You
don't what that, do you?" he asked sternly.

   Helen shook her head slowly.  She felt her father's hand slide up her
thigh on till it disappeared under her dress.  She held her breath and
tried not to squirm as she looked into her father's eyes.

   "Are you comfortable, my child?" he asked in a low voice.

   She looked at the floor.

   "Answer me Helen...are you comfortable?" he repeated slowly.

   Helen was anything but comfortable, but her feminine instincts told her
to lie.

   "Yes daddy," she whispered.

   "Good.  I love you very much Helen and I am prepared to do whatever it
takes to protect you and our beloved church from scandal.  But you must
obey me without question...is that understood?" he asked.

   Helen looked at her father and nodded quickly.

   "Sin is a terrible thing Helen, but it can be controlled.  I sincerely
believe that and there are others in the church who sincerely believes it
too.  Tomorrow, we are going to meet some of them.  I want you to pack some
clothes for the weekend.  We'll be going up the Wasatch Mountains."

   Helen nodded.  Her father's hand slid back down her thigh as her mother
called from the kitchen.

   "This weekend you will know the true meaning of devotion and faith,
Helen," he said, sliding her off his lap.

   "Now go and help your mother in the kitchen," he said, walking around
the large oak desk to his large leather chair.

   "Yes daddy," said Helen as she left the room.

   That night, Helen lay awake thinking about what her father had said and
what he had done in the study.  She didn't know what was worse; the fact
that he had told someone else or that he had touched her so
inappropriately. Everything had happened so fast; her meeting Jeff at the
dance, her father catching her...and now this.  She would have to suffer
more humiliation over the weekend as her father's church friends found out
about her behavior.  They would never look on her the same again.  One day,
she was a Mormon princess, the crème de la crème of Mormon feminine
idealism; the next, she would be viewed as a slut.  If her father told too
many people...if it all got out, she would never be able to rebuild her
reputation, it was as simple as that.  Her father's strange behavior in the
study also bothered her.  He had never touched her like that before and she
had never seen that look in his eye before either.  It was all very
troubling to the young innocent Helen.  Helen realized that something had
changed and she desperately wanted to turn the clock back.  But that was
impossible...she would simply have to do as her father wished and go
through this religious spiritual relearning.  Perhaps if she behaved
exceptionally well, no one else would find out.

   Helen finally fell asleep, her young mind exhausted with the fear that
her reputation would be sullied by gossip.  In the study on the first
floor, her father picked up the phone and dialed a number.  After a few
rings a man's voice came on the line.

   "George...it's Jack.  We'll be up there tomorrow morning," said Jack
eagerly.

   "Good...good.  Are you nervous?" replied the man at the other end of the
line.

   "A little," said Jack, taking a puff of his Cuban cigar.

   "Don't be...I've done this lots of times.  When this weekend is over,
you'll truly be one of us and young Helen will be the model Mormon
daughter, an asset to the church and to your career just like my Sandy,"
the man said with a chuckle.

   "I hope so."

   "You can count on it Jack.  I'm very good at this, that's why the
brothers take their daughters to me.  Now get some rest, you're going to
need it," the man chuckled again and hung up.

   Jack Kapp put the phone down on the receiver and looked at the picture
of his daughter on his desk.  She was so young...still a baby in his eyes.
This weekend she would become a woman, a devoted daughter, a good Mormon
girl.  It was something he had dreamed about for nearly 5 years since
becoming an initiate in the brotherhood.  Now, his time had come and he was
not going to let his sponsors down.  Great things lay ahead for him...and
all he had to do was join them fully in mind and body.  There was no
stopping it now...even if he had wanted too and he most definitely didn't
want too.

   He stood up and walked to the door, turning off the lights.  He stepped
out into the hall and made his way upstairs.  It was late he did need to
get some rest.  It was going to be a long weekend and as George said, he
would need all the strength he could muster, mentally and physically.

   The next morning, after a quick shower and some eggs and toast, Helen
found herself sitting in her father's Mercedes as it sped out of Salt Lake
City and headed into the mountains.  It was a beautiful autumn day and the
color of the trees was spectacular.  Her father said nothing to her and he
seemed lost in his own thoughts.  Helen stared out the window as they
headed upwards away from the city.  She had been in the Wasatch Mountain's
many times, her family having a cabin there, and she like the natural
beauty of the forests, fields and mountains very much.  It was nearly half
an hour before her father spoke to her.

   "Helen, we are going to a cabin that is owned by Elder Rogers.  We will
be spending the weekend there with him and his daughter, Sandy," he said as
he glanced at her.

   Helen thought for a moment.

   "Is that all?" she asked quietly.

   "Is that all what?" he replied somewhat sternly.

   "Is that all the people who are going to be there, daddy?" she asked
pensively.

   He looked at her for a second.  Her beautiful dark hair flowed down over
her shoulders and her lovely face was a thing to behold, even if a small
frown crossed it.  Jack turned his eyes back to the road.

   "You mean is that all the people who are going to know?" he asked,
raising his voice for added effect.

   Helen blushed.

   "Answer me, Helen.  Hmmmmm?"

   "Yes daddy," she said in a tortured low voice.

   "So you care who knows about your bad behavior then?" he asked again.

   Helen nodded her head and looked at her feet.

   "So you should be, my child.  If this gets around our community, people
will never look at you the same again.  Do you understand that?" he asked,
glancing at her.

   "Yes daddy," she said.

   "I hope so my dear.  Otherwise your life will be full of misery.  Your
reputation is everything, especially in our community.  That is why I have
decided to do this...Helen...it's because I love you very much.  You may
not think I do now, but I do.  I love you my dear and I want to protect you
all I can," he said as he slid his hand onto her bare thigh.

   Helen held her breath.  She continued to look downwards but now her
eye's fell on her father's large hand as it gently caressed her thigh.  For
the rest of the journey it stayed there almost the entire time.  Helen
looked out the window at the passing landscape as he fathers hand slid up
and done her thigh gently.  She occasionally glanced over at him, but he
looked straight ahead as he stirred the car with one hand up the mountain
road.

   After a few hours, Jack Kapp turned the car onto a small road.  Helen
could see the roof of a large house over the trees as the car slowly wound
its way up a slight hill towards it.  Then the car exited the tree lined
road into large clearing and Helen caught sight of the house in its
entirety.

   "Well...what do you think?" asked her father, whose hand remained on her
thigh.

   Helen gazed in wonder at the house.

   "It's so beautiful," she said.

   "Yes indeed...it is beautiful.  It was built by a famous architect who
is a devout Mormon.  He dedicated it to the church for spiritual retreats,"
said her father as he finally removed his hand from his daughter's thigh
and pulled the car to a halt in a parking area to the left of the large
front door.

   Helen felt some relief that her father had stopped touching her leg and
slowly climbed out of the car as she looked up at the large glass and log
structure before her.  She could see a girl standing on the 2nd floor
looking down at them.

   "Helen...Come...  take your bag," said her father impatiently as he
opened the trunk of the car.

   Helen heard a door open behind her and a man accompanied by a beautiful
blond girl strode over to their car.

   Helen looked the man more closely as he walked up to them.  He was tall
and handsome and she guessed he was older than her father.  He let go the
girls hand and took both Helen's arms tightly in his large hands, before
planting a kiss on her 12 year old cheeks.

   "My God...she's magnificent," the man said exuberantly as he glanced for
a second at Jack.

   Helen found herself blushing from ear to ear.

   "Jack, you never said she was so beautiful," said the man.

   Helen felt her heart skip a beat.

   "Helen...this is elder George Rogers, one of the greatest servants of
the church.  You should be honored to meet him," said her father as he
walked up to the beautiful blonde.

   "And this, my dear is Susan, elder Rogers daughter and the epitome of
Mormon woman hood," he said, as the girl placed her long slender arms
around his neck and kissed him on each cheek.

   Helen's mouth opened wide.

   She studied the girl intently.  Susan Rogers was 15 years old and looked
like a model.  Her long blond hair flowed down over her bare shoulders and
Helen felt her eye's wander down to the curvaceous body below.  It was then
that Helen realized how immodestly, Susan was dressed.  The girl wore a
pair of cotton hot pants which slung to her body like a second skin.  Helen
saw that Susan's fingernails were painted bright red.

   "I think you have produced an angel," her father said, as he kissed
Susan Rogers on the cheek again.

   "You've not done so bad yourself," said Elder Rogers as he kissed Helen
again.

   She tore her eyes away from Susan and looked up into the handsome face
of the girl's father.  He smiled at her.

   "Perhaps...but I have my doubts," replied her father as he ignored his
daughter and kissed Susan again.

   Helen felt her heart sink into her stomach.

   "Don't be silly, Jack.  Only the cream of Mormon womanhood ever gets to
experience this special retreat and I have no doubts your daughter will
pass with flying colors," said Elder Rogers as he pulled Helen tightly
against his body and kissed her forehead.

   "Look at me my dear," he said, his hands locking together in the small
of her back.

   Helen raised her face and looked into his blue eyes.

   "Are you afraid?"

   "Father...Leave the poor child alone?" said Susan with a laugh.

   "She's not a child," snapped Elder Rogers, ignoring his daughter.

   "She's a magnificent girl...a Mormon girl...a good Mormon girl, aren't
you my dear?" he said softly, his eyes burrowing into Helen's.

   Helen glanced at her father who was now watching her intently.

   "I don't know...I..." whispered Helen as she broke down in tears and
buried her face in Elder Rogers chest.

   "There...there...my sweet girl...let it all out," Elder Rogers whispered
in her ear as he pulled her body tight to him.

   "Susan...take Jack inside, we'll be in later," he said, turning to his
daughter.

   Helen heard her father and Susan walk away.  She continued to cry as she
felt Elder George's large hands stroke her back.  It felt nice and after a
few more minutes, Helen stopped crying.

   "Here my child...oops...I mean my dear girl," he laughed as he corrected
himself and handed Helen his handkerchief.

   Helen took it and wiped away her tears.

   "There...do you feel better?" he asked softly.

   "Yes...I'm...sorry."

   "Nonsense my dear, it's good to cry sometimes.  Shame can make us feel
like crying, but you have nothing to be ashamed about," he said, as his
hand slid over Helen's hair.

   "I did something...this boy...I should have..."

   "I know my dear.  You father told me all about it," he said softly.

   Helen felt her face turn red again.

   "You're feeling great shame aren't you?"

   Helen nodded slowly.

   "Helen...I want you to understand something.  Many young people have the
same kind of...indiscretions and they don't feel any shame about it
afterwards.  It is too your credit that you realized what you did was wrong
and you feel shame.  However...do you know what the facts of life are?" he
asked softly, putting his arm around her waist and turning her, they walked
towards the house.

   Helen was hesitant to answer, even though she knew what he was talking
about or so she thought.

   "Don't be shy Helen.  Do you know what the facts of life are?" he
persisted.

   Helen felt uncomfortable.  She thought about the three letter word but
fought hard to rephrase it.

   "The birds and the bee's" she said in barley a whisper.

   Elder Rogers stopped and turned toward her, his face taking on a serious
look.

   "Sexual sin, my dear...that is a fact of life.  There are others too off
course...but lust is with us twenty four hours a day.  It is after all the
force which keeps our race alive, but it can be an incredibly destructive
force too.  That is why we must deal with it...we must face it and
understand its awesome power on our minds and bodies.  Do you love our
church, Helen?" he suddenly asked, stroking her hair again with his large
hand.

   Helen nodded eagerly.

   "Tell me...tell me you love our Mormon Church...the church of Latter Day
Saints," said Elder Rogers.

   "I love it...I love our church," she said, her little voice rising with
enthusiasm.

   "I know you do, my dear child, but...no matter how much you love our
church, you can't fight the power of sexual sin.  It is a force that knows
no boundaries.  It has no moral code.  It can strike at any time as it did
with you and the effects can be catastrophic, not just for you and your
family, but for the church you represent," said Elder Roger's solemnly.

   Helen listened intently and realized her father had said much the same
to her.

   "I won't do it again," Helen said quickly.

   Elder Rogers looked at her for a moment, his deep blue eyes burrowing
into her forehead.  He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her.

   "This is not the talk of a young woman but a child.  Are you a child?"
he asked.

   Helen shook her head.

   "Then why do you speak like a child?" he said, rubbing her shoulder
gently.

   She stared down at the ground unable to answer and feeling embarrassed.

   He took her hand firmly in his.

   "I must tell you that I had grave reservations about you coming here for
this religious retreat," he said in a serious tone.

   Helen looked up at him, her lovely eyes bristling with the life of
youth.

   "Why?...I'm sorry and I want to be good," she said excitedly.

   Elder Rogers put a finger to her lips.

   "Shushhhhhh...your father will hear you.  He thinks you are too young to
understand.  To him you are and always will be a child.  And he's right off
course, you are too young.  My own daughter was 13 when she made this
retreat.  Perhaps he was right, your simply too young to understand, my
child," said elder Rogers in a disappointed tone.

   Helen looked up into his face and saw his disappointment.

   "I...want to atone for my sins," she said sincerely.

   "I know I can do it."

   "My dear...I want to tell you something that may frighten you," he said,
glancing cautiously at the house.

   "If you succeed in this retreat...if you show us we can trust you.  If
you understand your role in our church, it will be the greatest moments of
your life.  But you will have to be very strong.  You will have to have
faith in us, my dear," said Elder Rogers, sliding his hand over her head.

   Helen nodded eagerly.

   "You will feel weakness, you will feel doubt, it is only natural in a
girl your age.  But you must overcome it.  You must resist the temptation
to reject what you are about to see and hear.  Do you understand my child?"
he asked solemly.

   Helen didn't understand but she nodded anyway.  She sensed something big
was about to happen in her life and she was excited at the opportunity to
impress her father and Elder Rogers with her devotion to the church.

   Elder Rogers looked at her for a moment and his lips curved into a wide
grin.  He bent down and kissed her on the lips.  It was a tender kiss and
Helen felt her young 12 year old body sway towards his manly form as his
arms encompassed her totally.  Then he released her and she looked up at
him, her mouth opened in awe.

   "You are quite beautiful my dear.  I have no doubt it will serve our
church well," he said taking her small slender hand in his.

   "Are you ready my dear?"

   Helen nodded slowly.

   The kiss took her by storm and she felt weak at the knees as the Elder
walked with her towards the house.  Her young mind traveled at the speed of
light in a thousand different directions.  Her heart pounded I her chest as
they passed into the large foyer.  Her father was sitting with Susan Rogers
on a large leather sofa before a huge fireplace in the sitting room.  They
were drinking something

   Elder Rogers walked her up by the hand to her father.

   Helen's eye's fell on Susan's long slender legs and her bosom.  The girl
looked up into her eyes and smiled.

   "Your daughter wishes to please you, Jack," said Elder Rogers holding
Helen's hand out to her father.

   Jack Kapp looked up at his daughter, his face displaying a uncertainty
which made Helen's heart sink.

   He reached out and took her hand.

   "Helen...Are you sure you want to do this retreat.  You're so young...I
don't want you to be shocked.  I don't want you to be hurt," he said as he
rubbed her hand.

   Helen felt an overwhelming love for her father at that moment.

   "Daddy...I love you...I want to be a good girl," she said, her young
voice cracking with emotion.

   Her father looked at Elder Rogers.

   "So be it.  We'll stay the weekend.  I hope you don't disappoint me," he
said to his daughter.

   "I won't daddy...I promise," said Helen eagerly.

   "Well then...let's eat, I'm starving," said elder Rogers.

   They all made their way to the dining room which was dominated by a
large wooden table which seated 12.  Helen sat with her father as Elder
Rogers and his daughter brought the food out from the kitchen.

   "Smoked ham and greens...I hope you like it," said Elder Rogers, smiling
at Helen.

   The conversation during dinner was mainly between Elder Rogers and Jack
Kapp and was mostly business and church affairs.  Helen listened intently
to their host talk on a wide range of topics.  She wanted to speak up when
something particularly interested her, but she noticed how quiet Susan was,
so she said nothing.  Then, Elder Rogers began to talk about missionary
work and he smiled at Helen.

   "My young daughter here is soon off to Russia on missionary work," he
said proudly, as he reached across and patted Susan's hand.

   Susan clasped her father's hand in both hers and beamed back at him.

   "I very proud of you my dear...you've honored me as a dutiful
daughter...you have served our church splendidly and now you are going to
spread the holy word and to gain converts to our cause in distant lands,"
said Elder Rogers as his eye's glistened with tears.

   "I love you very much," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

   "Bravo!!" said Jack as he began clapping his hands.

   Helen was about to join in when her hands froze in mid-air.  Susan
Rogers leaned across the table and kissed her father full on the lips. 
This wasn't shocking in itself, but Susan's mouth glued itself to her
fathers and stayed there.  Helen's beautifully innocent eye's opened wide
as she watched in awe and then she saw something else.  A bulge in Elder
Roger's cheek...it took Helen a second to understand what that meant. 
Susan had her tongue in her father's mouth.

   Helen's own beautifully shaped mouth opened wide with shock as she
realized what Susan was doing.  She knew what they called it too...French
kissing.

   She glanced at her father.  He had a broad smile on his face as he
continued to clap his hands.

   Elder Rogers looked directly at Helen and she held her breath.  Then
finally, Susan released her mouth with a loud kissing noise that made Helen
blush crimson.

   The 15 year old girl turned and looked directly at Helen with a broad
grin.  Sliding back into her seat, she brushed her long blonde locks behind
her shoulders, and pushed her well-endowed bosom out with pride.

   Helen's eyes dropped down to the girl's tank top covered tits.  Susan's
hard nipples threatened to push through the soft cotton material.  Helen
swallowed hard.

   "You must forgive my daughter Helen.  She loves me very much and is not
afraid to show it in front of others," said Elder Rogers with a grin.

   "I'm not afraid to show my devotion to the man who made me and the God
who made him," said Susan as she picked at her food.

   "You're love for your father is beautiful Susan," said Jack Kapp
eagerly.

   "Thank you Elder Kapp.  I hope it serves as an example to others," said
Susan, looking at Helen.

   "My daughter is not...she's very young," said Jack quickly as he
continued to eat.

   "That's no excuse," said Susan.

   "Susan...please, she's just a child," said Elder Rogers.

   "How old was I when I became aware...aware of my role and the role of
our church," said Susan, unwilling to call off the attack.

   There was silence in the room.

   "I think it's time for desert," said Elder Rogers, getting up from the
table.

   "Tell her...she needs to know what's expected of her," said Susan in a
determined voice.

   Helen looked up at Elder Rogers, her young innocent face a mask of
concentration.

   "Perhaps we can have desert later," said Elder Rogers.

   "Let's retire to the living room, shall we?"

   Helen and her father made their way down a small set of steps to the
sunken living room, behind Elder Rogers.  Susan stayed behind briefly to
clear the table.

   Elder Rogers walked to the side of the large fire place and flicked a
switch.  Immediately, a large fire started in the huge grate.

   "There, it's getting dark outside.  We may have some snow this weekend,"
he said clasping his hands together.

   Helen sat down beside her father on one of the large leather sofas.  He
reached over and took her hand, pulling her closer to him.

   Elder Rogers smiled.

   Susan came down the steps carrying a tray of drinks.

   "Ahhhhhh...some refreshment," said Elder Rogers, taking one of the tall
wine glasses and starting to hand it to Helen.

   "Daddy, this is Helen's glass" Sandy said quickly, giving him a
different glass, which he handed to Helen in place of the first one.

   Helen looked at the glass for a moment.  She felt everyone's eyes on
her.

   "Go on my dear...take a sip, it'll relax you," said Elder Rogers in a
calming voice.

   Helen brought the glass to her lips and sipped slowly.  There was
something about it that puzzled her, but she took several sips all the
same. It tasted nice.

   Susan handed the other glasses to her father and Jack and took the last
one for herself.

   Elder Rogers sat down in another smaller sofa to Helen's left.  Susan
joined her father there.

   "We'll, now that we're all comfortable, let's begin shall we," he said,
taking his daughters hand in his.

   "Do you like the drink Helen?" he asked, sipping from his own glass.

   Helen nodded.

   "Yes Elder Rogers."

   "Drink some more, it'll make you feel more open to what I am about to
say."

   Helen took a few more sips and looked at her father.  He was sitting
very close to her now and his left arm slid behind her back.  She smiled up
at him and he smiled back.

   "Tell us what happened at the dance," said Elder Rogers.

   Helen bit her lip.  It was starting....she felt her embarrassment rise
again inside her.  She looked at the fire for a few moments.

   "Tell him!!" her father snapped.

   Helen felt some anger in his voice and promptly responded.

   "This boy...he tried to kiss me...I"

   "Did you stop him?" asked Elder Rogers.

   "Yes...I tried."

   "Are you sure?  That's not what the boy said," said elder Rogers taking
another drink form his half empty glass.

   Helen looked at him, her face red with embarrassment.

   There was a deafening silence in the room for a few long moments.

   "Well...Helen...did you try to stop him?" elder Rogers asked again.

   "I...did for a little bit...it all happened so fast...you have to
believe me," she cried.

   "There now...don't get upset," elder Rogers replied.

   "Daddy...it's true...I tried to stop him but he kept kissing me," Helen
cried in an agitated voice.

   "Drink the wine baby," her father replied quickly.

   He lifted her glass to her mouth.

   Helen looked at him, her big brown eye's gluing themselves to his...her
young mind replaying what she had just heard her father say.  It was
alcohol...it was wine...he had called her baby.

   "Drink it baby," her father said again.

   Helen hesitated for a moment.  She could hear a sort of desperation in
his voice, a sort of pleading that made her more confident.

   She tilted the glass; never taking her eyes off of him and took two
gulps of the wine.

   "Good girl...that's a good girl," said elder Rogers from the nearby
sofa.

   "Helen...look at me...do you know what you've just done?" asked elder
Rogers, smiling at her.

   Helen looked over at him and shook her head.

   "You've obeyed your father despite reservations.  You actively chose to
do something you have been told is wrong because your father asked you too.
That shows me you are not a child and that you can decide what's in your
best interests even if it goes against what you've been thought.  That is a
good start to becoming aware," said elder Rogers, patting his daughter's
bare thigh.

   Helen listened carefully to elder Rogers.

   "You deliberately did something that our church forbids.  You took
alcohol.  Why?" asked elder Rogers.

   Helen saw his hand come to rest on Susan's thigh.

   "Come child, I just gave you the answer," said elder Rogers in mock
exasperation.

   "Because it's in my best interests," replied Helen timidly.

   "And why is it in your best interest to disobey the church?" asked elder
Rogers, sliding his hand back and forth along Susan's thigh.

   Helen thought for a moment before replying.

   "I...I..."

   "Would it be fair to say Helen...that you upset your father over the
last few days?" asked elder Rogers, taking another sip of wine.

   Helen looked at him for a second and then at floor.

   "Yes," she said quietly.

   "So...you're in his bad books so to speak...isn't that right?"

   Helen glanced at her father, whose serious face gave the answer to the
question.

   "Yes," she said quietly, glancing at elder Rogers.

   His hand was now higher on Susan's thigh.

   "Good...your awareness of your own calculating nature is very important
in your spiritual growth," replied elder Rogers.

   "You chose to take alcohol when you know it is forbidden because you
knew it would please your father and it is important that you please him to
get back into his good books, isn't that right Helen?" elder Rogers asked.

   Helen thought for a moment.  Her young mind tried to understand what was
being said to her, but she was working from pure instincts now and instinct
provided the answer.

   "Yes," she whispered, looking at elder Rogers.

   "Good...you're doing splendidly, Helen.  You see, you're learning that
selfishness is part of human nature.  We all do things with our own
interests in mind.  You willingly break church codes because your father
asks you to and you wish to please him.  You want him to look up to you as
the good Mormon girl as he did before.  You have an agenda and you are
willing to break the rules to carry out your agenda.  Do you understand my
dear?" asked Rogers as he sipped his wine and rubbed his daughter's thigh.

   Helen nodded quickly.  She was eager to please not just her father but
the elder, but she also began to understand.  She was a smart girl.

   "We are all prisoners of our own greedy selfish needs, my child.  It is
a small thing...the alcohol...but it serves as a good example and a lead in
to our next topic.  And that topic is sex," said elder Rogers watching
Helen closely.

   Helen felt her heart miss a beat.