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 All the Usual Suspects

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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Friday PM, August 27, 2004 Story Codes: M/f
con

   Michael Graves couldn't believe it when his wife reported him to the
police for sexually abusing his young step-daughter.  It was a ploy to get
a divorce and move in with her new boyfriend.  Although the charges are
proved unfounded, which the lengthy investigation confirmed, his life is
turned upside down, as he is looked upon as a pervert, because of the
mindset `where there's smoke there's fire.' With determination, he is able
to start a new life, in a new city, with new friends.  This is his story.
**************************************************************** All the
Usual Suspects

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   This story is the result of a suggestion by Big John, Thanks.

   And thanks from the proof reader, a great story.

   Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and
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rain continued to fall, making a miserable day worse.  The weather just
added to my dismal feeling of living in a one-room dump in a very seedy
hotel.  The peeling wallpaper had long outlived its more glorious days.  My
only solace is the ancient color television sitting in one corner of the
room.  Via a makeshift antenna, made from three coat hangers, I receive
three local channels.  My small hotplate sits on a table near the dingy
window; next to it is a small battered refrigerator.  The rest of my
worldly possessions are in two green garbage bags stacked beside the door.

   Three years ago, my structured life came to a crashing halt.  My then
wife, who wanted to move on to a new, much younger lover; a gigolo she had
met on the job, reported me to the authorities, accusing me of molesting my
six year old step-daughter.  Although all the charges were unfounded, I
lost my job, was branded, without proof as a pervert and was thrown to the
wolves.  My so-called friends quickly distanced themselves from me as if I
had developed a communicable disease.  The only thing that saved me from
doing myself in was the knowledge that I was innocent, but it was a hard
go. The thought of ever harming our daughter in any way, shape or form was
completely out of the question.

   Although nothing was ever proven, even after a lengthy police
investigation and all charges dropped, my life changed forever.  My
respected job was lost.  My employer, the prick, called me into his office,
voiced his sympathy and then offered me a severance package and asked for
my resignation, all in the same breath.  I was escorted to my desk to empty
it in front of the staff and then lead to the main door.  Everything in my
life went downhill from that point.

   All of that happened nearly three years ago.  You have heard of a living
hell; well, that is what I have lived through in person.  Although having a
good education, and my life flawless to the point of accusation, people
don't accept the fact that I am innocent.  They assume, for some reason,
that because of the stigma that some of it must be true.  My life has been
the shits.

   ***********************************************************

   At thirty-six, my life has become a sham.  My name is Michael Graves,
now single.  My loving ex received a divorce decree, two months after this
all started.  She got everything she wanted.  The sympathetic judge in
Family Court sided with my wife and swiftly tossed me aside, declaring I
was to have no contact with my step-daughter, Linda, for fifteen years.  My
ex, and young Linda, moved out of the state two years ago.  I have no idea
where they are and really don't give a shit.  My only regret is not being
able to see Linda.  All through this mess, she never did understand what
happened to her daddy, I am sure her mother did her best to poison my
memory.  Her real dad was killed in an auto accident when she was six
months old; I am the only father figure she had ever known.

   Someday, I will attempt to find her; but, for now, I have to dig myself
out of this mess.  For the last two years I have been employed by a firm
that handles temps for various industries.  It doesn't sound too glamorous;
but, after nearly a year of no employment, anything is an improvement.  A
very small army pension, as a result of a gunshot in the ass, has kept me
from starving and allows me to stay in this marvelous abode.

   ************************************************************

   For a year after the incident, I attempted to find work in my field:
Four times hired and four times fired, when the personal departments come
across the story of my `perverted past.' With the temp outfit, they could
care less about my background as long as I'm not a wanted fugitive.  Being
assigned to various factories, they only looked at me as slave labor to get
a job done.  The pay isn't great, but it keeps me ahead of the game.  I
have started a small savings account that gives me a new feeling of being
alive.

   Although I was never convicted of anything, every time anything
regarding children comes across a police organizations desk, I am pulled
and grilled, as part of `All the Usual Suspects.' It is as if I have been
branded `P,' for pervert, across my brow.  The pickups happened eight
times; fortunately, usually in the evening when I am at fleabag hotel. 
Hell, a cruiser is outside my hotel usually every night; but, not always
for me.  In this neighborhood, being picked up by the police is not a
social set back.  That gives you an idea of the type of people that
frequent this fleabag.

   The last two times, I was put in a line up with a number of low life's.
In both cases, young girls were molested and left unconscious.  One was
seven, the other eight.  Each time I nearly lost my cookies when the police
questioned me, asking if I enjoyed doing things like that to little girls.
Hell, I never knew those kind of things were done to little girls!  Not
that I lead a sheltered life, I just never read a newspaper, and news
programs were not my bag.  In each case, at the time of the crimes, I was
at work with numerous witnesses and each time they reluctantly had to
release me.

   As a result of this continual harassment, I started to research the
topic.  Fortunately, a large public library is only four blocks from my
abode.  Considering the neighborhood, it was very well equipped.  The
computers are programmed to do searches on all types of topics.  Over a
three-month period, I read numerous accounts about child molestation, each
case turning my stomach.  My conclusion is that these are not men or women,
they are animals.  After researching, my life changed.

   Since being an outcast, I keep to myself.  My indulgences are a fast
food meal on payday and roaming the mall, daydreaming, while looking at the
types of clothes I used to wear in my old life as a successful business
man. In the lounge area, there is usually a current paper left by others
that would provide me with an hour or two of distraction.  Because I never
hassle anyone, security left me alone to enjoy my small respite.  This used
to be a good diversion for me, but something changed my outlook.

   I started to notice the many young girls moving through the mall,
laughing and joking with their peers.  Each one was a target for those sick
perverts I researched.  That thought made me feel sick.  Over time, I
learned to appreciate the beauty of these young females.  Going home,
memories of the girls would flow through my mind.  In my past, I had never
looked upon preteens in sexual overtones.  Conversely, my research and
observations made me realize the beauty and potential of the younger set.
However, with my background, and being one of the usual suspects, I kept my
growing interest to myself.

   With no restrictions on my movements, I plan to make a giant leap and
change my life.  My employer has offices all over the country, and the only
way my life will change is to modify my environment.  My savings has built
up to nearly one thousand dollars, enough for a bus ticket and some new
clothes.  It is my hope to change my fortunes for the better.  With a
letter from my employer, addressed to any one of its affiliates, I climb on
a bus with all my worldly possessions in a battered suitcase.  My
refrigerator and television netted me one hundred and ten dollars from the
new tenant of my old room.  I converted my savings into traveler's checks,
most hidden in my shoe.

   After three days of traveling, welcome signs to Crescent City gave me a
glimmer of hope.  Like all cities, it wasn't long before I found suitable
lodgings.  This hotel is like the Ritz compared to what I left!  The rooms
are equipped with a television, hot plate and a full sized refrigerator. 
The first port of call is the temp agency.  Presenting the letter to the
receptionist, she asks me to have a seat and disappears into the inner
office shortly to return.

   "Mr.  Chase will see you in a minute.  You are new to Crescent City?"

   "Yes, I arrived last night.  Your office in Redding was kind enough to
provide me with a letter of introduction."

   "We can always use more good employees.  Some don't last a week."

   She goes back to her computer and telephone.  I listen as she fields
inquires and makes arrangements for workers.  She is a very busy person. 
Then there's a beep on the intercom.  She picks up the receiver, drops it
and looks at me smiling.

   "Mr.  Chase will see you now, through the second door on your left."

   At the door, I knock.

   "Come in."

   "Please have a seat, Mr.  Graves, .  Welcome to Crescent City.  I just
got off the telephone to Redding, you were with them nearly two years."

   "Yes sir."

   "That has to be a record.  People usually don't stay with us that long,
most just disappear."

   "I needed the work."

   "How long do you plan to say in Crescent City?"

   "I am hoping to re-establish myself here."

   "Have you gone through a divorce?"

   That question surprises me, since he didn't ask when the divorce
happened, I answered with a yes.

   "I thought so; a man with your stature doesn't make a move without
reason."

   At this point, he is assuming something on his own then; realizing the
clothing makes the man, I am wearing my brand new suit and all the
accessories, looking like I did when I was involved in research.  Mr. 
Chase has placed me as an office type.

   "Sometimes a change will make the difference; do you have something for
me?"

   "How are your computer skills?"

   "I have used them for many years; better than most, I suspect."

   "Good, you are in luck!  I just had a call from Empire Industries; they
have a three month contract for someone in their accounting department. 
Would you be interested?"

   "Very much!"

   "It pays better than our usual contracts.  Bear with me for a moment, I
will call them and see exactly what they are looking for."

   I am nervous, hoping he will not ask me anything about my back ground.
Watching him dial the number, my tongue is in my throat.

   "Is Gregg available?"

   "Gregg, Chase here.  I think I have someone to fill your contract."

   All the while, he is looking at me, nodding his head.

   "Microsoft 7?"

   "Microsoft Office?"

   "Gregg, he is in my office, as we speak, and has confirmed he is
familiar with both.  Good, I will tell him where to report."

   Feeling exhilarated, he hangs up, makes notes on a printed form, which I
later realize is a confirmation of placement, and hands it to me.

   "Mr.  Adams will expect you at his office at eight tomorrow morning. 
They work from eight thirty until four every day.  It is a good company,
they usually don't use temps; but, for some reason, they need one for this
contract.  I suspect they have too many employees on holidays to cover for
themselves, any questions?"

   "No, I'll do my best to satisfy them."

   "Good, I can't ask for more."

   Clutching the paper as I leave the building, it feels like I'm floating
on air.  Finally, after all this time, no more being a laborer.  This could
be the turning point in my life that I've been praying for.  Back at my
room, I change into street clothes and cruise the neighborhood.  Within two
blocks, there is a large grocery store, a small mall (that has many small
stores) and a Wal-Mart.  At the local bank, I open an account and deposit
my traveler's checks.  I head to the grocery store for staples, then I head
home.

   In the morning, after a substantial breakfast, I head to my new job. 
There is bus service right to the front door.  Not knowing if I'm allowed
to brownbag it, I have enough money to purchase lunch.  It's ten to eight
when I approach security.

   "I'm a new temp employee, Michael Graves; I'm to meet with Mr.  Adams."

   "Please have a seat while I confirm."

   Seating, facing security, I'm as nervous as a cat.  My stomach seems
full of butterflies and, at any moment, I have the feeling of tossing my
cookies.  All the while he is talking; the security guard is watching me.
Then he hangs up.

   "Welcome, Mr.  Graves.  Mr.  Adams is on his way down to escort you to
personnel."

   A shiver goes through my body; more papers to fill out and, with them,
the possibility of uncovering my past during their investigation.  Shit, I
don't have anything to be ashamed of; but, it makes me feel like a criminal
anyway.  The door opens and a very large man with a beaming smile walks
towards me with his hand extended.

   "Mr.  Graves, I am Gregg Adams, manager of Empire Industries.  Welcome."

   "Thank you."

   "The first thing we have to do is get you a pass.  This building is
secure and, without an I.  D., you won't be able to move anywhere. 
Everybody has to go through this, but it's painless."

   Entering a small room to my left, there is a small desk and a locked
metal door; I can see an attractive young lady behind thick security glass.
Empire Industries takes their safety measures seriously.  Her voice comes
out of a speaker mounted beside the window.

   "Mr.  Graves, please fill out the form on the desk and let me know when
it is completed."

   It's the usual employment application.  Working through most of the
investigation period of the so-called child abuse, then my employment as a
temp, so there are no gaps in my employment history, I'm finished.  The
reason for leaving my last major job I stated: marital problems.  The rest
I answered as honestly as possible.  Standing up, I get her attention.

   "I'm done?"

   "Please put it in the drawer.  This usual takes twenty minutes or more,
please take a seat."

   The moment of truth, I watch as she inputs the information into a
program in her computer.  Then she reviews her work and hits enter.  She
looks at me and smiles, then starts filing items into the many folders on
her desk.  In what feels like an eternity, but is only about two minutes, a
printer, off to her left, starts to pump out sheets of papers.  This
doesn't seem to faze her as she continues her filing chores.  When the
printer stops, she gathers all the sheets, squares the bundle, and hammers
a staple through a corner.  She then starts to read.  Me?  I have all kinds
of demons pushing my stomach.  At times like this, I can only wish my wife
and her new beau get AIDS, complicated with cancer.

   The few minutes it takes her to review the information seems like hours
to me.  She whirls around and faces some kind of a machine, but her back is
blocking my view.  Then she turns, smiling, and carries an I.  D.  card to
the window.

   "Carry this at all times in the building.  It is coded to give you
access to your work areas.  If it doesn't open a certain door, that means
you are not approved to enter that area; but, it does work on all
washrooms."

   The drawer opens and reveals a coded card on a string to encircle my
neck.  Just then, the door opens and Mr.  Adams comes in.

   "Well, you passed everything with flying colors.  Follow me and I will
introduce you to your immediate superior."

   Mr.  Adams guides me to a door; I swipe and hear a load click.  He moves
by me and approaches a maternal lady.  She is dressed in business attire
and, as we move closer, her scent encompasses me, very sexy and sensual.

   "Mrs.  Archer, this is Michael Graves, the new temp you have been
requesting.  He is knowledgeable in both Windows 7 and Microsoft Office. 
Treat him gently, at least until I leave the room."

   Then, turning to me, he smiles.

   "Good luck, you are going to need it.  Mrs.  Archer is a hard task
master."

   I watch as he disappears through the same door we entered.  Looking at
Mrs.  Archer, she has a large smile on her face.

   "He's just kidding.  Come on, I'll show you your work area."

   Along the way, she introduces me to a number of employees; desperately,
I try to remember the names, but give up after six.  At my desk, she
outlines what my tasks will be, simple actually, considering the small
number of files on the desk; they will be completed in less than an hour.

   "We quit for lunch at twelve and are back at one.  There is a cafeteria
down the hall, but most of brown bag it.  I notice you didn't bring a
lunch."

   "Being it's my first day I wasn't sure of the protocol."

   "Well, if you like, brown bag it and eat with the rest of us.  The
cafeteria has good food and it is reasonable.  The company subsidizes it."

   During the morning, I'm at her desk three times with my assignments
completed.  Each time she looks at me surprised.  Later when passing my
desk, she reminds me it's lunch time.  The cafeteria lived up to her
comments; the food was good and the price very reasonable.  Tonight, I will
figure out if it is worthwhile brown bagging it.  Retuning after lunch, she
must have taken my work ethic seriously because there is at least two feet
of files on my desk and additional full boxes on the floor.

   Hell, it feels good to be working in an office again.  It has been a
long grind between desks.  Before quitting time, I managed to complete all
the files on my desk plus one of the boxes on the floor.

   "At the rate you're going Mr.  Graves; you will be working yourself out
of a job.  I can't believe you completed all those files.  I have to tell
you, I had fifteen of your files pulled at random and rechecked and all
were as prescribed.  You do good work."

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Archer, I appreciate the opportunity."

   Leaving the building, with my I.  D.  card in my pocket, I am on top of
the world.  The bus is at my stop within ten minutes.  This is great!

   For the next two months, they provide me with more in-depth work, each
assignment I am able to complete well within the allotted time.  Over time,
I met the balance of the staff in this department.  There are a total of
sixteen, including Mrs.  Archer, with whom I'm now on a first name basis.
There are six women counting Mrs.  Archer and ten men.  The men get along
well, with little or no friction; actually, they are very supportive of
each other, and if one of us is finished we will help anyone who is still
struggling.  That can't be said about the women.  There seems to be a
silent battle going on daily.

   One thing I do notice is that none of the employees complain about the
company.  It appears Empire Industries is one of the most employee friendly
companies in Crescent City.  Learning this makes me feel very fortunate
about the timing of my venturing to the city.  Another nice thing about my
co-workers is they do not ask me about my former employers.  We often eat
together and our discussions are about families and sports.  Mostly, I nod
in agreement with the conversations, occasionally adding something about
football.

   During the last week of my third month, I have a sinking feeling as the
deadline of my contract is approaching.  One thing I will have is an
excellent recommendation from the firm; this was confirmed by Mrs.  Archer
and Mr.  Chase.  On Thursday, of the final week, Mrs.  Archer comes to my
desk.

   "Michael, Mr.  Chase would like to see you in his office."

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Adams.  I'll just finish this file and go."

   My assumption is the request has to do with the termination tomorrow. 
Walking to his office, I have a feeling of loss.  It has been a good three
months.  Putting on my best face, I knock.

   "Come in, Michael."

   Opening the door, he is not alone; the young lady who processed my
application on the first day is standing in a corner.  An uneasy feeling
overcomes me, like an axe is about to fall.  Did they uncover my past?

   "Have a seat.  Would you like refreshment?  Alice, would you please get
me a coffee and whatever Mr.  Graves would like and, of course, something
for yourself.  Yes, I know it not in your job description, but I said
`please.'"

   My mind has me requesting a cup of hemlock.

   "Coffee would be nice."

   "Sit down Michael and don't look so serious.  Your contract is over
tomorrow.  You did a helluva job; so good, actually, I may have some good
news for you."

   Now he has my interest.  What good news?

   "Are you contracted to the temp firm in any way?"

   "No, I have never signed anything with them.  Originally, they wanted me
to sign an agreement that I could not be hired by any of the companies I
worked for, for a year.  I refused."

   "Well, I am glad to hear that.  I have an offer for you."

   Just as he was starting to mention the offer, Alice returns with the
coffee.

   Now this is getting good, he has my undivided attention.  My spirits are
rising.

   "How would you like to work for Empire Industries on a permanent basis?"

   "Very much so!  I enjoy working here."

   "Well, I am sure the pay will be much better than what you have been
receiving over the past three months and we have a top benefit package. 
The three months you have worked here are considered your probation
period;so, you will start as a full-time, permanent employee on Monday."

   "I don't know what to say other than thank you very much.  I won't let
you down."

   "Your work ethics have been proven; we never expected the volume of work
you did . . .  from a temp."

   "You paid me to do a job and I did it to the best of my ability."

   "Alice, would you notify finance that Mr.  Graves is now a full-time,
permanent employee as of this coming Monday.  Also, tell them his
probationary period was from his hire date until today.  Be sure to change
his badge information to reflect that he is a full-time, permanent
employee."

   After the coffee, I returned to my work area; but, is seems my good
fortune has proceeded me.  When I enter my work area, all fifteen of my
co-workers give me a standing ovation.  There's much hand shaking and
congratulations from everyone.  I have to admit, I'm close to tears of joy.

   ************************* ************************

   From that day forward, the memories of the mess concerning my ex start
to fade into a small corner of my mind.  The yoke of `One of the Usual
Suspects' slowly dissipates into darkness.

   Five months into the job, my relationship with the rest of the staff
develops.  My story is that I have no living relations, and that is true,
other than a stepdaughter, who I miss very much.  Even though I said I
didn't care where they are, I have been looking for Linda, surreptitiously.
My story is accepted and never comes up in conversion.  One of my
co-workers is Veronica Simpson, a very attractive brunet with a body that
makes all men realize they are men.  She is happily married with two
daughters, one ten and the other twelve, both going on twenty; two hellions
who should be kept away from the world, at least according to Veronica. 
Don, her husband, works at an auto plant in Quality Control.  They have
been married thirteen years.  We often enjoy lunch together.  Over time, I
have become a regular in the cafeteria; my meal is on the counter before I
reach it.  I always get the special of the day.  One day at lunch,
Veronica, looking as beautiful as usual, looks at me.

   "What?"

   "How can you eat the same thing on the same day every week?"

   "It is not hard; I get five different meals a week.  I am not hard to
please."

   With that comment, she starts to laugh.  She is reading a lot more into
that statement than my eating habits.  She has been the focus of a number
of my dreams over the last couple of months, with her very dark complexion
and full lips that are usually graced by an inspiring shade of lip gloss.
Her wardrobe, although very business oriented, amplifies her magnificent
body.  Her laugh portrays sexual overtones, not that she is trying to
entice anyone; but, it's just her makeup.

   "Get your mind out of the gutter."

   "Well, you said it not me.  When are you going to get out of that shell
you have built around yourself and start living again?  You are not that
hard on the eyes, you know."

   "Well, thank you so much for the analysis; you aren't too bad yourself."

   That comment gets me a kick in the knee.  But, it is obvious she likes
it.  Her smile shows marvelous teeth.  Veronica licks her lips with her
fabulous pink tongue and, for the first time in a long time, my hero starts
to stir.  All I could think of at that moment is how much I would love to
be in bed with her.  Hell, it causes me to blush, something not lost on
Veronica.

   "Are you thinking dirty thoughts?  Are they about me?  Now I know my
opinion about you is true: you are a dirty, old man."

   "Hell, I'm really not that old . . .  lunch tomorrow?"

   "Why not!  I enjoy watching you devour that Sheppard's Pie."

   Later that evening surveying my abode, I decide it is time to look for a
decent apartment.  My remuneration has increased fourfold from when I was a
temp.  I never realized just how good Empire Industries is to their
employees.  My benefit plan is second to none and at a very low cost.  My
wardrobe has increased to five suits, plus three causal outfits for Casual
Fridays.  Scouring the Crescent City Gazette's Apartments for rent section,
I notice one that is available just three blocks from the office.  Using a
pay telephone, I find out it is well within my budget and make arrangements
for a viewing after work tomorrow.  It took me a while to get to sleep that
night.

   At lunch the next day, I blurt out my news to Veronica.  She is totally
supportive of my moving up in the world.  Her hand comes over and pats me
on the arm.  It felt like an electrical charge ending up in my tool.

   "That is good news, Michael; it will give you permanency, and a place to
bring the girls."

   "What girls?"

   "I will never tell."

   She gives me that `tongue licking her lips' routine again.  As much as I
enjoy her teasing, I would love to do more with her.

   "Would you like a second opinion about the apartment?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "If you like, I will come with you and give you a woman's point of
view."

   "What about your family?"

   "I will call Don and tell him I will be a little late.  Actually, he is
interested in meeting you.  I keep telling him about your little
idiosyncrasies."

   "I don't have any idiosyncrasies."

   "Oh, yes you do!  Your lunches, especially.  I never talk about the days
of the week to Don, just the specials of the day, and he still knows what
day I am referring too."

   "Glad to provide you and your family some amusement.  I don't mind.  I
enjoy your company."

   Making plans to meet outside the building at four thirty, the
conversation switches directions.

   "Are you coming to the Company picnic this weekend?"

   "What picnic?"

   "You know those memos you get in your email every day, you are supposed
to read them."

   "I do, well, the ones that refer to me; the others I delete."

   She looks at me, shaking her head in disgust.  Then she reaches over and
gives me a pretend slap.  Again, it is like being touched with an electric
cattle prod that ends up in my cock.  The more I look at Veronica, the more
I find her fascinating.

   "Well, it is in the park across the street.  I assume you know there is
park there?"

   "There is?"

   "Boy, I am going to have to really take you under my wing and guide you,
you're like a lost puppy."

   Of course, my mind has me under her arm nuzzling her breast, enjoying
what has to be a lovely nipple.  That blush returns.

   "Your mind is in the gutter again.  You are going to the picnic!  Be in
front of the office at ten Saturday morning, jeans are appropriate.  You
will meet the whole family.  Time to get back to work; see you in front of
the building later."

   One of the reasons I like working here is no one ever bothers me.  I am
assigned work at the beginning of each day and usually have to ask Mrs. 
Archer if there is something else I can do.  My first rating is in two
months and, if it is good, there is a raise involved.  At four thirty, I am
waiting on the sidewalk for Veronica.

   "Sorry I am late.  The address of the building is this way; lets walk,
it is only three blocks from here."

   She must have checked the map or she knows the city well.  It is a
comfortable day, the temperature is just right and the alternate clouds
defuse the sun.  As we walk, we continually seem to bump into each other.
Veronica's body is firm, but padded with feminine softness.  I would love
to put my arm around her waist, but I am not that bold.  The apartment
building is impressive, eleven stories and it seems relatively new.

   "This complex was built three years ago.  This was an old slaughter
yard, then a wrecking yard over the years."

   A sign in the foyer indicates the superintendent is in apartment 107. 
Pushing the buzzer, we wait.

   "Yes?"

   "This is Michael Graves; I have an appointment to view an apartment."

   "Oh yes, Mr.  Graves, I have been expecting you.  I'll be there in just
a moment."

   We watch a very attractive woman, with long blonde hair, approach the
security door.  When she opens it, there is a loud click.

   "Come in!  Is this your wife?"

   Veronica starts to laugh.  Me?  I am embarrassed and have started
blushing; quickly I correct her misimpression.

   "No, this is my co-worker; she thought a woman's opinion might be of
some service."

   "Oh, I know you will be impressed.  It is a very large apartment, very
bright and just repainted.  The last tenant got transferred.  They had been
here since the building opened."

   The apartment is on the seventh floor and it more than lives up to its
fanfare.  Twenty minutes later, she has my deposit and my lease and I have
a furniture problem; I don't have any.  It will make a large hole in my
savings; but, it will be worth it.  I have made it at last!  Never again to
be one of `All the Usual Suspects.'

   Walking back to Veronica's car, she mentions furniture.

   "There is a small store over on Eleventh Street that we use.  The prices
are good and, on package deals, they usually give you a good discount."

   With the name and address of the store, I watch Veronica drive away. 
That will be my next hurdle: a car; but, first comes the furniture.  It is
nine blocks to the west, which I cover in twenty minutes.  The sign says
open until ten every day but Sunday.  Inside, the place is crammed with
furniture and the usual accessories.  Out of the back office comes an
elderly black man, all smiles.

   "How can I help you?"

   "Well, I need a lot of help; I need to furnish a four room apartment,
starting from scratch.  Veronica Simpson recommended you."

   "I know the family well, .  How do you know Mrs.  Simpson."

   "We both work at Empire Industries."

   An hour later, and four thousand dollars poorer, arrangements are made
to deliver at the end of the month.  I take possession on the first; but,
since the apartment is empty, the superintendent mentioned that I could
move my furniture in early.  That night I feel exhilarated, as well as
apprehensive, about the quick changes in my life.

   During the balance of the week, Veronica pounds into my head that I will
be at the picnic and enjoy myself.  In the happier times of my marriage,
we, as a family, volunteered for all kinds of communal work.  My nickname
was the `Hamburger Man.'.  I spent plenty of time over numerous barbeques
cooking burgers and dogs.

   Saturday morning, I am standing in front of the office in my jeans and
new Nikes.  It isn't long before Veronica's car drives into the company
parking lot.  I can see it is full of people, but I can't make them out,
due to the privacy glass.  Dutifully waiting at the gate for them to
appear, I am surprised to see her husband is black; just a slight surprise.
My greatest shock is her two daughters.  Both are outfitted in those new
low riders, which have to be painted onto their young bodies, and cut off
T-shirts, that are exposing beautiful, glowing skin.  An embarrassing
stirring in my loins has me shuffling my feet.

   "Hi, Michael!  This is my husband, Don, and these two monsters are our
offspring; actually, I think we got short changed at the hospital.  They
have to be somebody else's kids."

   "Oh mom, he doesn't want to hear that!

   "That is Tania, she is the older to the two, and this is Terrie."

   I am sure my mouth is hanging open as I realize that Veronica is also
wearing low riders and exposing a very beautiful dangling jewel from her
naval.  Don notices my predicament.

   "How are you Michael?  Don't let them play mind games on you; they do
that on purpose.  They try it on me all the time.  Just try to ignore
them."

   That will be easier said than done.  There's no way those two man
killers can be ten and twelve; both are built like the proverbial brick
shithouse.  The tight T-shirts accent, what can only be described as, the
eighth wonders of the world.  Both are sporting full chests, a pouty
defiant look and all the beauty of their mother.  Their skin is much darker
then Veronica's, but theirs is flawlessly smooth looking.

   Don pulls me along; he seems to be enjoying my embarrassment. 
Throughout the day, for some reason or another, every time I sit down, one
of the girls magically appears to join me.  They seem to be aware of the
influence they have over me and never shy from tormenting my male ego.  It
is child's play to them.  Terrie is the most persistent.  Not only does she
sit beside me; but, she sits with her thighs and legs touching me.  She
doesn't flinch as I obviously stare at her and, being this close, I can
clearly see the impressive pair of boobs.  Her scent is haunting, like her
sister's and mother's, and it seems to settle between my legs.  My cock
hasn't had so many ups and downs since I left high school.

   "Mom says you are new to Crescent City."

   "That is true; I've been here nearly six months."

   "Do you have a girl friend?"

   Again, embarrassed, with a full blush I stammer.

   "Not yet, are you volunteering?"

   Now, that was said in jest, to tease her and hopefully get her to back
off a bit.  Not that I don't like the attention; but, she is only ten and
we are at the company picnic.  The thought of having her, or her sister,
naked and close to me has my mind envisioning all sorts of things I
shouldn't even be considering, especially after what I went through in
Reading.  `All the Usual Suspects' comes to mind.

   "I could be!  You are a lot of man!  Mom is impressed with you.  She
says you work like a horse and she likes that characteristic in a man."

   Don comes along and saves me.  He needs a partner in horseshoes.  It has
been years since I tossed one.  In my younger years, I wasn't the best, but
did win a number of tournaments.  At the pits, he introduces me to the
others as his novice partner and solicits that they consider my lack of
experience.  What I didn't know was that Don has a friendly wager on the
game and wanted to use me as a handicap, the opposition nixed that idea.

   "If you don't know anything about horseshoes, then we are about to get
the shit kicked out of us."

   "Did you bet on this?"

   "Just twenty bucks, but it's the principal of the thing and bragging
rights.  If the blow hard wins, I will never hear the end of it until next
year.  I work with him, his wife works at Empire."

   "Well, maybe we will give him a run for his money."

   "You mean you have tossed shoes before?"

   "Yes, in my ill spent youth."

   "Holy Shit!  Maybe we have a chance."

   As it turns out, we did win; not by much, but we did win.  The old
proverb is true 'Close Only Counts in Horseshoes.' At end of the game, Don
pranced around as if we had won the Kentucky Derby.  Throughout the match,
both Terrie and Tania followed our progress.  My eyes keep seeking them out
in the crowd, making eye contact with both many times.  I still can't
believe they are only ten and twelve.  It is no wonder males get into
trouble looking at them because, physically, they could pass for eighteen
to twenty.

   Later, Veronica collars me at the refreshment stand.

   "I am glad that you and Don hit it off!  I have never seen him so happy
at one of these events.  Winning against Ralph made his day."

   "He does seem to be enjoying it."

   "You made a big impression with Terrie too."

   "You're just imagining things; hell, she is only ten."

   "Ten going on twenty.  Haven't you seen the glint in her eye as she
stalks you?"

   "Stalks me?  You jest!"

   "Watch yourself for she always gets what she wants; she reminds me of
me."

   Veronica is laughing.  Me?  I feel a cold tremble running though my
body; all I can think of is Redding and `All the Usual Suspects' label. 
This is what I was accused of and never did.  Then, it dawns on me: I am
not the instigator in this; Terrie is, assuming what her mother surmises is
true.  That has to account for something; besides, Veronica thinks it is
funny.  I think she has a shitty sense of humor.

   As I stand in line for a hamburger, I feel a presence and look behind;
Terrie is standing there with a mischievous smile.  She uses her position
to her advantage, running into me with her breasts, four times with her
nipples penetrating my back.  They are firm and the corpuscles in my back
are super sensitive, connected directly to my imagination.  Each time she
uses that ploy, my cock stiffens.  By the time we get served, my nerves
seem frazzled.  And, would you believe it, in seconds she is sitting beside
me, her thighs mashed against mine.

   "Maybe you shouldn't sit so close, Terrie."

   "Why not?  We are boyfriend and girlfriend, aren't we?  Remember you
asked me."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Well, didn't you ask me if I would volunteer to be your girlfriend?"

   "I was just making conversation."

   "Well, I'm not."

   Her hand finds mine and she grasps me.  It's so soft and firm; she is
eating her hamburger with her left and caressing me with her right.  She
nearly drives me bonkers when she starts caressing my palm with her one
finger, then rubs it in the `Y' of two fingers and watching my reaction as
she does it.  It's a good thing she couldn't see my penis react, as it is
boldly pushing where it hasn't for much too long.  This ten-year-old has me
feeling exhilarated and so uncomfortable at the same time.  My desire to
hug and kiss her has me trembling.  I have the feeling everyone in the park
is looking at me, but that is not the case.  Everyone is enjoying the meal
and the company.

   "Would you like to take a walk around the lake with me?"

   There is a lake in the park, surrounded by a sidewalk.  We watch as the
automatic lighting sensors kick in randomly, lighting the walkway.  She has
my hand resting on her upper thigh.  Her jean-covered skin is soft and
warm. Then I realize my hand is about four inches from heaven.  That
realization has me jerk my hand away, getting a confused look from Terrie.

   "Well, do you?"

   "What will you mom and dad think?"

   "Nothing at all.  She knows how I think."

   Veronica told me that Terrie gets what she wants and I didn't believe it
until now, as she continues to squeeze my hand, moving it ever so closer to
her crotch.  My mind is reeling with decisions.  Am I putting myself in
harm's way?  Am I really what everybody suspected?  Do I really need this?
What could happen?  A walk around the lake will be harmless, and the
walkway is well lighted.

   "Ok, I will walk with you around the lake."

   Putting our trash in the proper receptacle, we both end up at the
lavatories to wash the grease off our hands.  Terrie looks like the cat
that caught the canary and that canary is me.  We, like a number of others,
are taking advantage of the cool night air to walk off the extra calories
of our dinner.  What I didn't realize is the walkway has a number of
sidewalks that cover other sections of the park; they are lit, but are off
the beaten path.  Midway through our walk, Terrie pulls me into one of
these diversions.  Putting up some resistance, she insists I let her lead.
This portion of the park has large trees and numerous bushes.  The scent of
flowers is everywhere, but they don't cover the haunting scent of Terrie.
We find ourselves suddenly in a secluded area.  She notices that as well
and the next thing I know she is pulling me towards a bushy area, where
there is a park bench that just happens to overlook a small pond.  Two
small lights illuminate the pond; the area is inundated with fireflies. 
Terrie takes me off guard by wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing
me.  It has been a long while since I had someone kiss me like she is.  The
last memory is of my ex, in our better days.

   Hugging and kissing her back, I enjoy the first kiss, the second, the
third, and then I lose count.  My hands run up and down her smooth back,
locating her bra and the waistband of her thong.  Her bum cheeks are more
than a handful.  Soft and pliable, I knead each cheek.  Terrie senses my
touch and pushes her body into mine, targeting my fully engorged hard on.
She moves her body in a circular motion, concentrating on my cock.

   I haven't felt this exited in years, and it is with a ten year old! 
Attempting to move my ass backwards, to take the pressure off my tool, is
nixed by Terrie.  She grabs my jeans at the hips and pulls my body into
hers.  Shaking like a leaf, I sit on the bench, her beside me.  My face
flops over into her hair.  The scent of her shampoo and perfume keeps me
panting.  Then I realize, her hand is massaging the head of my cock.  I
know I should protest, but my attempts to say something are muted. 
Finally, I find my voice and manage to say something.

   "We had better get back or they will be missing us."

   "Let them, don't you like this?"

   She is now pumping the head with very short strokes, restricted by the
amount of play in my jeans.  Her hands on my cock have me in ecstasy,
something that is long overdue, thanks to my ex.

   When we do get off the bench, my legs are like Jell-O!  Finally, they
solidify enough and we return to the picnic area.  Veronica sees me, hand
in hand with her daughter, and smiles; her face has that look of `I told
you so.' Fortunately, the cool air reduced my hard on to acceptable levels.
Dusk is falling as we return; many are leaving the area, telling each other
they will see them on Monday.  Don, Veronica and Tania watch us approach.
Don doesn't seem the least bit concerned, Tania has a grin and Veronica is
laughing.

   "Would you like a ride home?  The buses have stopped running at this
time of night."

   "It's only three blocks."

   "Get in!  I'd feel terrible if you got mugged leaving the picnic."

   As much as I try to beg off, Veronica will not leave it alone.  As we
walk towards the car, Terrie and Tania are at my sides, each hanging onto
my hands.  Both use the same technique, running their fingers down my palm,
then running their fingers back and forth between two of my fingers.  I can
distinctly remember what that meant in high school among us boys, using it
to make suggestions to the girls; they certainly can't be using that to
symbolize the same thing today, can they?  Both Veronica and Don are
wrapped up in conversation, leaving the girls and me to entertain
ourselves. My body is trembling with my rattled nerves; neither girl seems
to be concerned.  Terrie's hand finds the head of my cock, and seems to be
using it like a four speed floor transmission shift, pushing to the left
then to the right, back and forth, back and forth.  An additional weight is
then sensed on my shaft, like another hand.  Tania has joined her sister
shifting gears.  Finally, we are at my hotel; both girls give my shaft a
solid squeeze before I manage to get out.  Standing beside the car shields
my obvious bulge from Veronica.  I thank both her and Don for a very full
day.  Giving a small pray of thanks that something serious didn't happen, I
watch the car drive away.  Both girls are looking back and watching me:
Terrie has her finger in her mouth, moving it in and out, slowly.  Tania
has a beautiful smile on her face.  When they are out of sight, I lean on
the lamppost to get my bearings.  It has been one helluva day!

   On Monday, every time I look at Veronica I blush; she just laughs.  It
has me wondering if she knows exactly what happened.  Her two daughters
were the aggressors, especially Terrie.  Who knows what may have happened
if we were alone for any real length of time.

   Over the next month, Veronica and I continue to have lunch as usual, I
continue to blush, and she continues to laugh.  That picnic has given her
endless ideas to embarrass me.  It is my own guilty feelings, as she never
mentions anything about that day, concerning her daughters.  Numerous
times, she did tell me how much Don would love to have me over for drinks,
each time I feign a reason why I can't.  I am now in my new apartment, and
it gives me a continuous excuse of not being available.  This past weekend,
I am proud to say, is when everything finally got into its' proper place. I
now have a list of items required to finish my new apartment off; one or
two are marked off each payday.  Today at lunch something different comes
up.

   "How are things at the apartment?"

   "I can finally call it home.  It is complete with the exceptions of some
knick-knacks."

   "That is good to hear!  I didn't want to bring this up; but, Terrie asks
about you every day.  I think she is smitten."

   "Smitten?"

   "She has a crush on you, or didn't you notice?"

   Veronica is chuckling as she does this to me.  I am certain she has a
sadistic streak.  My reaction is the usual, an uncontrollable blush.  It
isn't that I haven't thought of Terrie, I do every night.  There is
something about her that I fight each evening, but always seem to lose. 
Reliving her and her sister playing gear shift with my shaft always seems
to win the mental battle.

   "She was a bit exuberant."

   "I bet she was!  She is a chip off the old block."

   Shaken, my look demands an explanation.  Did Veronica bagger some poor
unsuspecting male?  I can just imagine how devastatingly beautiful she must
have looked as a preteen and a teenager.  She is still a beautiful woman
and, if it was her offering the overtures, I would have been totally
receptive.  I would have no compulsion about accepting Veronica into my
bed.

   "I had a crush on my uncle Mac, when I was eleven; he was timid and very
shy.  At every opportunity I pursued him.  He did everything in his power
to dissuade me, but I won out in the end."

   As much as I want to ask her about `won out,' I hold my tongue. 
Veronica is staring at me, eye to eye, just daring me to ask.  There is
that damn sadistic smile again.  Discretion, at this time, is my best
course, so I keep my mouth shut.

   "After an afternoon of swimming in our pool, I followed him into the
change room and made history, for me at least.  He was my favorite uncle
from that point forward and he still is.  He comes to all our family
reunions and we relive old times.  He sure knows how to satisfy me."

   Fortunately, our lunch period is just about over; I don't know how much
more of these revelations I could stand!  Is she suggesting Terrie is on a
similar course with me as the prize?  I hope not.  Each time I think of
getting close to a young lady, the images of `All the Usual Suspects' comes
to mind.  I went through that once and was totally innocent.  I can only
imagine the result if something actually happened, even with the consent of
Terrie, and I was placed in a line up and grilled again.  That is part of
my past that I never want to relive.

   "Michael, we are having a mixer at our house on Saturday night, I'd like
you to join us.  There will be a number of people from the office, plus a
number from Don's plant.  One of the families usually has a get together
each month.  It is B.Y.O.  B.  affair, so bring your own poison.  We'll
provide the mix, ice and lunch."

   Knowing that both Terrie and Tania will be there, my first reaction is
to refuse.  When she tells me Terrie and Tania made the suggestion, I
emphatically refuse!  Then she mentions that if that is the case, both
girls plan to come to my apartment and persuade me to attend.  I am between
a rock and a hard place.  Reluctantly, I accept.  I figure that is the
easiest way out.  On the Saturday in question, I will simply go to a movie.
She throws water on that plan by saying that Don will pick me up at four in
the afternoon.  When we are walking back to our work stations, she hits me
again.

   "Michael, don't forget to bring your bathing suit; it's actually a pool
party."

   The first thing that comes to mind is the story she told me about her
poor uncle.  I can't help but wonder what she has actually planned for me.
All afternoon I am on edge and it's the result of Veronica and her damn
pool party.

   It feels good to be in my own apartment and away from the trials and
tribulations of what might, what could, or what will happen if I go to that
pool party.  It does necessitate a visit to Wal-Mart, as I'll need a
bathing suit and, possibly a chastity belt.  Does Wal-Mart sell such
things?

   Friday, I could have killed Veronica a hundred times.  Every time we
crossed paths during the day, she reminded me about the party and about the
bathing suit.  Her haunting grin makes me think of her poor uncle Mac and
of her in pursuit of him.  He didn't have a chance!  Am I any better
equipped to beat off her daughters?  At lunch, her teasing is consistent. I
try to ignore her barbs by staring at her boobs hoping to embarrass her;
but, she notices my target and just puffs out her chest.  She is playing
with me.

   It took me the longest time for sleep to overtake me that night.  My
mind wouldn't quit the scenarios involving Terrie and her sister.  Numerous
times, I awoke in a sweat after dreaming of having one or both of them
naked in bed with me.  Finally, it is morning; I look like death warmed
over.  A cold shower helped, it seemed to take the redness out of my eyes.
There should be some way to shut down a person's mind when trying to sleep.
Mine didn't do me any favors last night.

   For the balance of the day, I clean the apartment, attempting to take my
mind off what might happen this afternoon.  All day long, I try to build up
my resolve that nothing will happen.  Unfortunately, four o'clock is
rapidly approaching.  At three forty five, I am standing in front of the
building waiting for Don.  Ten minutes later, I'm riding with Don to his
home.  He is exuberant and happy about the party and gives me a running
commentary about prior parties; they provide a platform for many to let
their hair down.

   Arriving at our destination, the streets are lined with cars.  The house
is lit up and people are milling about.  Numerous lawn chairs are set out
under every tree.  Everyone has a drink in their hand and the laughter is
flowing, it must be contagious because everyone has a happy face.  Grabbing
a satchel that contains my bathing suit, and my bottle of Canadian Club,
Don leads me to the back of the building.  Veronica spots me and comes to
greet me.  She is wearing a white bikini.  Everything I assumed about her
is true.  Her nipples are the size of dimes pushing against the cup of her
bra top.  Her luv lips are large, by any standard, and molded beautifully
in the tiniest of bikini bottoms.  At first, I thought this is crazy for
her to display herself like this; but, all of the women are wearing similar
costumes, except some of the older ones, they are wearing one piece suits;
their bodies, like mine, are well past their prime.

   "I'm glad you to see you, Michael!  Please enjoy yourself."

   "I'm sure I will."

   Now that both Don and Veronica have seen me, I look around for somewhere
to blend in and, hopefully, not be noticed.  If I can work this out, I will
slip out to the front and casually walk away and once around a corner grab
a taxi home and be out of harm's way.  At least that's the plan.

   Seeking my hide-away, a hand slips into mine; it's Terrie, she has homed
in on me.  My knees go weak, and my body trembles, as I gaze at her.  She
is dressed in skintight low rider tailored jeans; they have embroidery up
and down one leg, with a bird design next to her nether area on the
opposite side.  She is wearing a tube top that will never move considering
the size of her breasts pushing out proudly displaying her nipples. 
Although not as large as her mothers, they are nothing to be ashamed of.

   "I am glad you came!  Mom wasn't sure."

   "Well, she didn't leave me much choice."

   "You mean you didn't want to come?"

   "No, I don't mean it like that."

   "Well, what do you mean?"

   "It is kind of hard to explain."

   "You're afraid of me, aren't you?"

   "Don't be absurd!  Why would I be afraid of a ten year old girl?"

   "You know why and so do I.  Let's go to the pool."

   The pool: it is large enough to be classified as a small lake.  The edge
is rimmed with lounges, laughter is everywhere.  Terrie leads me to a
change room attached to the house, looks up at me and enters first.  This
is my time to hightail it to safety, but my feet won't move.  Moments
later, Terrie emerges dressed in a bikini similar to her moms.  Nothing is
left to the imagination.  The bra is as full as is her bottoms.  Her luv
lips are like her mom's, very evident.

   "You're next, I'll wait for you."

   Hell, I'm so nervous!  My feelings are out of my control.  My hands are
trembling as I undress.  To the right, I notice Terrie's clothing, with her
white thong laid out on top.  She must have the same sadist streak as her
mom.  I do my best to ignore them, but the devil in me says feel them. 
Hell, I even turn my back to them, but to no avail.  Unfortunately, the
devil wins out.  The material is so soft.  Running my fingers over the
crotch, I pick up a dampness and again I fight the urge and lose.  Taking a
deep breath of the pungent odor goes right to my cock; instant hard-on,
like an iron pipe.  Terrie's sexual scent is mixed with her soft perfume;
it's one helluva combination for a guy who is trying to control himself. 
Have you ever attempted to put on a tight bathing suit with a hard-on? 
It's not easy.  Once on, the bulge, for anyone noticing, states the
obvious. Returning the thong to the pile, it takes a few minutes of pure
thoughts to reduce my problem.  Now that the problem is reduced, to mostly
normal, I open the change room door and . . .  Terrie is waiting to devour
me.

   "Hmmm, you like good in a bathing suit, I like your package."

   Where is her mother?  She shouldn't have had any kids, as least not any
girls as they are spitting images of her.  I can feel my cock trying to
push against the fabric.  Quickly, heading for the pool, Terrie is on my
heels.  The water is cooler than the air helping me with my problem. 
Finally, with my package in a subliminal state, I feel a bit better. 
Terrie watches me with that grin on her face.  She slowly climbs down the
ladder, making sure she has my full attention; slowing even more, as the
water reaches her crotch.  There is an obvious damp spot in the material
which is not the result of the pool.  She wanted me to see it.

   Now that my body has adjusted to the temperature, I enjoy a swim, trying
to remember the last time I was at peace in the water without being
tormented.  It was with my stepdaughter, ages ago, when we three went to
the beach in Redding.  Then a touch brings me back to the present.  Terrie
is beside me.

   "Enjoying yourself?"

   "Very much.  It has been a long time since I swam."

   She moves close to me.  Looking down, the view of her mostly naked
breasts makes me feel warm, even in the cool water.  When our thighs touch,
things really seem to heat up.  The water is up to her neck, and up to my
chest.  Many are in the pool, horse playing, splashing and shouting.  The
touch of her hand on my trunks waistband causes me to freeze and look
about. The band loosens when she tugs the tie-up string.  Looking at her,
she looks so innocent.

   "Don't move, just talk to me.  You will enjoy this."

   "What are you doing?  Someone will notice."

   "Notice what?  Look around you, everybody is enjoying themselves, why
shouldn't I?"

   She is getting more aggressive as her hand slips down my trunks and
grabs my cock.  The heat of her fingers on me feels fantastic.  She grasps
me in such a way that she can slowly pump.  I can feel my foreskin moving
back and forth.  She then moves in front of me, moving close enough so she
can rub my cock head against her bare stomach.  The contact with her skin
nearly has me lose it.

   "You shouldn't be so tall.  Then I could rub it somewhere else.  You
could scrunch your body lower."

   The look on her face tells me she is enjoying this much more than I am.
Unable to speak, my head is shaking `NO.' Finally, she releases me, tucks
my cock back into my trunks and stands beside me again.

   "You can tie the string."

   After managing to do that chore, I can only hope the cool water will do
its deed.  Terrie grabs my arm and brings her feet to the surface and
starts kicking, making big splashes, which makes me wonder what she up too.
She grabs my hand and places it on her left breast.  The splashing is just
a diversion for anyone glancing our way.  Her breast is soft and her nipple
is so hard.  If I had her nerve, I would slip my hand under the cup of her
bikini.  She then pushes back against me and swims away, leaving me
wondering what is next.  With a sigh of relief, my body soon comes back
under my control.  I have to get out of here before something disastrous
happens.

   Terrie is on the other side of the pool talking to Tania; both of them
are looking at me.  I have no idea what are saying to each other, but I
have a sinking feeling it's nothing good.  Heading for the ladder, and
looking back at them, they haven't moved.  Moving quickly, I head for the
change house.  Once inside, my breathing returns to normal and my plan is
to change and go through with plan A.  Terrie's thong is still in the same
place as I left it.  Fighting the urge to take another whiff, I know what
will happen, so I just start to change.

   Removing my trunks with a hard-on is a pain in the ass, the trunks keep
getting caught.  All I can think of is getting changed and getting out of
harm's way.  Perhaps I can leave.  Standing naked and about to grab my
shorts, I hear a click behind me.  Standing in a doorway, connecting the
change room to the house, is Terrie.  She is naked.  Not being a monk, my
eyes sweep over her lush body.  Her luv lips are framed with beautiful
tight, dark brown, curly hairs.  Her lush breasts are topped with suckable
nipples, beckoning me.

   "What do you think you are doing, Terrie?  What if someone should catch
you like that in front of me."

   "No one will.  Tania is at the door standing guard like she is waiting
to get changed, so she is next in line."

   "I had better get dressed."

   "No you don't.  Grab your bag, clothing and come with me."

   Doing as I am told, a lamb being lead to the slaughter would be no
different.  I follow her order into the house; she knocks on the pool side
door twice and then closes the house side door.

   "That is to let Tania know we are clear.  Follow me."

   From the back, her body and skin is flawless.  Her coloring is
beautiful. Her legs are long for her body; well-toned and muscled.  Her
buttocks are full with a long crack between the cheeks.  I am petrified. 
What would happen if Don or Veronica found us?  Again, the memories of `All
the Usual Suspects' comes to mind.  I am paranoid of this.  Finally, she
stops at a doorway and beckons me to enter.  It is, obviously, one of the
girl's bedrooms.  When she closes the door, I hear an audible click; she
has locked it.

   Then she is in my arms, our bare skins mash into each other.  Her arms
slip around my neck, pulling me down to her lips.  Kissing, her body leaves
the floor when I straighten up.  My hands are cupping her bum to hold her
in her place.  My cock is between her legs.  Sitting back, we end up on the
bed.  It has been a long time since I have had a willing body so close to
me, and the first time anyone this young.  My mind is screaming to quit, my
body is saying piss on it, enjoy what's offered.  When she sticks her
tongue in my mouth, I am lost.  She tastes of toothpaste and mouth wash. 
Then, as we are side by side on the bed, she takes my hand and places it at
the doorway to heaven.  Her pubic hair is damp from the flow of virginal
juices seeping from the well of eternal love.  My fingers gently feel the
area and locate her very sensitive clitoris, massive minor labium
protruding from her love lips.  Everything is soaked with her juice. 
Penetrating her pussy with my middle finger, I find no resistance. 
Unwrapping myself from her arms, I sit up and gaze upon her body.  Her
brown eyes are glossy, her body tense with anticipation.  My first target
is her nipples.

   First one, and then the other, I suck.  Terrie squirms in passion.  I
suck, hoping to taste something; but, of course, I am disappointed.  My
puritan side is still yelling at me, "Asshole, you are making love to a
preteen!  Remember the consequences?" My other side reminds me that she is
offering this banquet, so enjoy.  Using butterfly kisses, I find her belly
button, deep and very sensitive.  She really squirms as my tongue lavishes
itself in the opening.  Then my chin encounters pubic hair; I am so close
to heaven.  Finally, I am at the pinnacle of the musty fragrance that has
haunted me since Terrie lay on her back.  The first taste only wets my
appetite.

   Kissing her love lips, then sucking one side of her labia and then the
other, provides a constant flow of her precious love juice.  Using my
tongue, I am able to enter her beautiful pink opening nearly an inch.  The
pièce de résistance is her clitoris, standing out nearly a half inch.  It
is a pink beauty!  Latching my lips on it, and sucking, brings her to a
continual stream of climaxes.  She digs in her heels and raises her body,
forcing her pussy against my mouth and tongue.  This goes on for nearly an
hour.  Finally, she pushes me away from heaven.

   She rearranges her body, legs spread and knees up, and raises her arms
inviting me to mount her.  My cock has been aching since this started. 
Moving between her legs, she grabs me and guides my shaft to her welcoming
center.  She is very tight; I can feel the pressure of her opening on me.
In seconds, I am completely immersed in her velvet opening.  With the
pressure on my shaft, it is hard to fight the urge.  I want to savor this
moment, have it burnt into my mind.  With my cock buried as deep as
possible, I stop and enjoy.

   "You are the first, Michael.  I lost my cherry riding a horse last year,
when he bucked me."

   Although that isn't important at this time, it gives me a good feeling
to know.  The urge to ejaculate continues to build even though I am not
moving.  Just the heat of her channel is affecting me.

   "I am going to cum."

   Terrie's arms encircle me and she hangs on for dear life, then it
happens.  String after string of hot cream is pumped deep into her.  It is
a feeling that has been nearly three years in coming.  On my side, hugging
her closely, we enjoy the afterglow of sex.  Terrie is still breathing
erratically and toying with one of my nipples.

   "I feel great and guilty at the same time."

   "Why?  I wanted it as much as you did."

   "That doesn't make it right.  Although you don't look it, you are still
a preteen in the eyes of the law and I am a pervert for taking advantage of
you."

   "That is a joke, you taking advantage of me.  If it wasn't for me, you
till would be roaming around the grounds and I would still be a virgin."

   "Maybe that would have been a good thing."

   "Well, it is too late now and I am glad."

   As the glow of sex disappears, my feeling of guilt starts to return. 
Terrie senses something may be slightly amiss and suggests we get dressed
and rejoin the festivities.  After dressing in our swimming togs, she takes
my bag and disappears and then returns empty handed.

   "I put your bag in the change room."

   She grabs my hand and leads me to a side door; we approach the pool area
from the back of the yard, rather than the house.  No one seems to have
missed us, at least until Veronica spots us.  She waves at me, and then
gives Terrie a questioning look, to which Terrie gives her thumbs up sign.
Here I am feeling guilty and it looks like I have been set up by both
mother and daughter.  Terrie grabs my hand and leads me in another
direction.  Now I am thinking we played out Veronica's scenario with her
uncle, a repeat of a proven method.  I was still looking at Veronica's
smile and her `I told you' so looks.  Then, I realize we are standing
beside Tania.  I don't even remember moving.

   "You're next Tania, it was super."

   "Next?"

   "Yes, she won the flip for you.  Now, it is my turn.  I hope you didn't
tire yourself out with Terrie `cause I can't wait."

   With that, she grabs my hand and leads back from whence we came.

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