Title:  An Instant Family

Author: MrJenkins

Summary: Jeff Wilson was on his way home from an
out of town computer job and rescued three girls
from a bad situation at a rest stop.  The kids
elect to move into his life and bed.

Keywords: Mggg pedo cons rom slow

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Introduction

Variations on this tale have been running through
my head off and on for several years.  The key bit
being a guy traveling stopping at a rest area and
finding abandoned or at least unwanted kids, and
winding up with taking them with him.

It took a while to figure out a somewhat plausible
scenario where he could keep them -- there are
more variations on the ways he might acquire a kid
or five.

One possibility would be someone who was also
living rough, and outside the normal scrutiny of
neighbors and school authorities.  I didn't really
want to write that tale, because someone who lived
that way isn't plausibly a nice and competent
person who would give the girls a chance to have a
decent life.  Of course, many would say that being
beat up and starved would be a better life for
them that being lovers with an older guy.  I don't
-- quite obviously -- agree with them.

At any rate, I hope I told it well enough that you
enjoy reading.  The end isn't good, I sort of ran
out of story and quit writing for now.  Perhaps
more of the story will come to me sometime.

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An Instant Family

Chapter 1


I pulled off the freeway into a rest area about 40
miles from home.  It was late November, about 5PM,
late dusk and 30F, spitting a little snow.  I was
driving my house, (a 38 foot motorhome with a 25
ft trailer that served as garage and work shop.  A
small car and large motorcycle ride in it when I
travel, when I need the workshop space, the car
lives outside.)

I work as a free lance database consultant, and do
open source programming between contracts.  The
work is intermittent but pays very well when I get
a contract.  I had just finished a six weeks job
and was on the last leg of the trip home.

I climbed out of the drivers seat, opened the door
and looked out.  The only other vehicle in the
parking area was an older brown stretch van.  A
small group of people were standing by the van and
a man was swearing at a kid in Spanish.

Over the years I had learned that being prepared
paid off, I stepped back inside for a moment and
stuck my pistol into a jacket pocket.  I went back
outside and headed for the restroom.  As I passed
the van, the guy took a swing at the kid and
knocked him onto his back on the asphalt.

I try very hard to avoid trouble, but this seemed
a bit much.  With my right hand holding the gun in
my pocket, I walked over near the group.  The guy
drew his foot back to kick the kid and I spoke.

"If you kick him, I'll have to do something about
it.?, I spoke loudly, but calmly.

He whirled around, saw me standing there about 15
feet away.  "None of your fuckin business,
asshole!", he yelled at me with a strong Mexican
accent.

"You go hitting kids, it becomes my business", I
replied, still calmly.

He pulled out a switchblade and started for me.  I
drew the pistol, cycled the slide to load a round
and pointed it at his chest with a two handed
stance.  He froze.

"I'd rather not shoot you, but if you don't drop
that knife in the next few seconds, I will.  If
you take another step, or any of them come after
me, I'll shoot you first."

He looked at me for two seconds, the solid
unwavering stance and a still calm face, I
gestured with the gun.  He dropped the knife on
the ground.

"Kick it over there", I told him, pointing off to
my left.  He did.

The kid was still on the ground looking with very
wide eyes.

"You OK kid?", I asked.

A several second pause -- "Yeah".

"Move away from him please, I'd rather not shoot
you by accident.", I said, "Go around behind me
and pick up that knife."

He scrambled up went around me as instructed and
picked up the knife.  He looked at it, folded it
up and stuck it in a back pocket, then moved
somewhat closer to me. 

There were five adults and six kids of various
sizes, all Mexican brown skin and dark hair.  One
of the women yelled, "Fine, you want the little
puta, you take her."

I glanced at the kid, dark hair, dark eyes, a thin
face, quite a lot lighter skin than the others,
maybe a little over four feet tall.  She was
looking at them with a wary expression.  "What do
you want to do?" I asked, (her?).

"Go with you, I guess", she answered.

"Move over here where I can see you", I pointed
with my left hand to a spot about 5 feet away from
me and 30 degrees to the left of the guy I had the
gun on.  While she moved, I backed up a few steps
to give me a bit more room if he decided to get
stupid.

"Should I call the cops.", I asked him.

"No, No, you can have the fuckin' little cunt
he protested.

"They legal?", I asked the kid.

"Naw, they're fuckin' wetbacks, on their way south
for the winter.", was the reply.

"Your parents?"

Tears, "Mama was with the fucker, but she died a
couple a months ago."

"You want to go with me then?", I asked once more.

"Couldn't be any fuckin worse than them", was the
sniffled reply.

"OK then, please move away from the van for a
moment." I told the group with a
gesture with the pistol.

"You going to rob us too?", the guy blustered.

"No, but the kid needs her stuff.", was my reply.

They moved off 30 feet or so from the van, staying
in a huddle.  I lowered the gun, but continued to
watch closely.

"Get your stuff and bring it here", I told the kid. 

She went into the van and came back out in a few
minutes with two smaller kids, each of them
holding a plastic grocery sack.

"My sisters", she said at my question.

"They go too?", I half asked and half told the guy.

"You want young cunt, I'll sell then to you", he
blustered.

"How much?", I asked him, allowing myself to look
interested.

"A thousand dollars.", he said.

I looked sideways at the kid.  "How are they
doing, they look pretty broke."

She kind of grinned, "We ain't had nuthin to eat
since yesterday, and I think he's 'bout out a
gas."

"Not going to give you a thousand, I have the gun
after all.  On the other hand, I have $500 cash in
my wallet, and fixing things after I shot you
would be a pain."

A long moment's pause, then "OK, I'll take the
$500." from the guy.

I called the kid over and had her fish my wallet
out of an inside coat pocket.  I had her open it
up, and take out the $500 under my eyes.  She put
the wallet back in a coat pocket and I held the
money in my left hand.

"Now, spread the stuff from those sacks out on the
sidewalk over by that light", I told the her,
pointing to an area light near the restrooms.

She started to protest -- "I need to be sure that
what you,re taking is yours.  I don't want him
coming back because you took something you
shouldn't have", I told her.  "Come on now, Its
cold out here."

She shrugged and took her sisters and the bags
over by the light.  They dumped the sacks.

"Spread them out", They did.  I looked a bit,
keeping a wary eye on my captives.

"You", I said, pointing at one of the women.
"Come over here and tell me if there's anything
that doesn't belong to the kids."  I stepped back
several paces.

She looked a moment, pushing it around with a toe,
then shrugged, "Looks OK."

"Go over there then please.", pointing at a spot
near the group.

I moved back to within about 15 feet of the guy
with the knife.  I stopped her about 5 feet away,
between me and him and off to the side a little.
"Now hold out your hands, cupped."

I gave the money back to the girl.  "Go over there
and drop it into her hands, slowly, one bill at a
time.  Stay to the side where I can see, and he
can see."

She did, and I counted the money out loud as the
girl dropped each bill.

I looked over at the guy, "You good with that?"
He nodded, staring at the money.

"I will be calling the sheriff", I told him.  If
you leave right now I'll give you a 15 minute head
start before I make the call. 

"What about my knife?", he asked.

I just looked at him -- 90 seconds later,
the van roared out of the parking lot.

I looked at my new responsibilities.  They looked
back at me.  The smallest one was crying a bit and
the other two looked pretty near.

"Pick up your stuff", I told them. "And use the
bathroom while we're here.  I still need to."  I
went into the men's side of the restrooms.

When they came back out in a few minutes, I was
waiting for them with their sacks in my hands.

"Come on, let's get out of this wind and into a
warm spot."  They followed me across the parking
lot to the motorhome.

I opened the door and turned on the interior
lights as I stepped to the side, towards the
front.  "Come on in and close the door.", I waved
towards the kitchen/dining area.  I hadn't put
down the step, the larger two hopped up fine, but
the littlest one sort of crawled onto the bottom
step then stood up and took the other two steps to
the floor level.

I put the pistol away, then went to the kitchen
area and got a paper towel and a Ziploc bag.

"Come here, kid", I said, indicating the bigger
one.  I had her turn around, then after seeing how
snug the pants fit her, had her partially drop
them so I could fish the knife from her hip pocket
without rubbing it any harder than I had to.  I
tried to handle it carefully so as to preserve any
finger prints, dropped it in the plastic bag and
sealed it.

"What'cha gonna do with it?", she asked, craning
her neck to watch me.

"I was serious about calling the sheriff, having
that may help to keep my life simpler", I answered
her.

"I assume you kids are hungry.", I said. Nods by
all three.

Now that I had them where there was adequate
light, I could see that they were quite thin.  Not
quite emaciated, but much thinner than was really
healthy.  Inside I could smell them, unwashed kid
and tobacco smoke.

I heated up a can of vegetable beef soup, split it
three ways and buttered and jammed a slice of
bread apiece.

They sort of inhaled the food, then looked
hopeful.  "You kids don't look like you've been
eating very regularly, when was the last time you
got to eat?", I asked.

"Yesterday mornin", from the biggest kid.

"In that case, lets let this set for a bit.  I'll
give you some more in an hour or so.  Don't want
you to get sick from eating too much too fast."

They looked disappointed, but didn't protest.  I
got the impression that whining had been beaten
out of them.

"I'm Jeff.  What are your names?", I asked.

"I'm Lisa, this is Julie, pointing to the middle
sized kid, somewhat darker skin and rounder face
than her older sister, 3-1/2 feet tall perhaps.
"And Vicky", indicating the smallest kid, less
than three feet tall, the lightest of the three,
blue eyes and sort of blond.

"How old are you?", I asked her.

"Nine, almost ten.", from Lisa.

I looked at Julie with a raised brow.  

"Seven", The first word I had heard from her.

"How about you, Vicky?", I asked.
She hid her face in her big sister's side.
"Four, 'bout a month ago.", from Lisa.

"How bad did he hurt you?", I asked Lisa.

"Not much, you stopped the fucker before he got
really started.", she shrugged, then winced at the
movement.

I looked at her for a long moment, then went to
where I had an office area and fetched out a home
town phone book. I dialed a number on my cell and
got an answer.

"Hi Frank, this is Jeff Wilson."

"Fine, the job is finished and I'm a little less
than an hour from town."

"I have an interesting problem.  I stopped at the
rest area at Franklin Canyon and wound up with
three strays."

"Girls, nine, seven and four.  I paid $500 for
them."

"Probably illegals.  The biggest kid says her mom
died a month or two ago and the boyfriend was
beating up on her when I pulled in."

"I doubt its worth while, I got the license
number but they were headed south last I saw of
them, most of half an hour ago.  If they have any
brains at all, the plate will be long gone before
you can get it posted."

"Short term, no problem.  I can feed and house
them.  Longer term, need some sort of official
blessing."

"I'd buy you dinner, or at least a piece of pie at
Shari's in an hour or so."

"Don't wear your Sheriff hat, but bring it.  See
if you can track down Doc Alice and ask her if she
would join us.  Have her bring her bag, I expect
the kids have bruises, I'm certain the oldest one
has some, there's a new one on her face just
starting to show and she's moving kinda careful.
Perhaps some worm medicine and louse soap too,
from the look of them, it wouldn't surprise me."

"Sounds good, I'll see you in a bit." I closed up
the cell.

"That was a friend, the local Sheriff.  He'll meet
us for dinner when we get to town.

"You gonna give us to the fuckin cops?" asked Lisa.

"Probably not tonight, long term, don't know.  Not
the cops, anyway. Children's Services may insist
and my ability to buck them is not unlimited.",
was my reply.

"I need to get on the road, Frank will be meeting
us soon, and you guys will want more to eat.

One of you can ride up front if you want, or there
are seat belts where you are sitting.

Wear them anytime you are sitting down while I'm
driving.  Bathroom is over there, you can use it
while we are moving if you need it."

I helped Lisa fasten seat belts around all three
of them and went to the front, started the engine
and pulled back onto the freeway.

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Chapter 2

Twenty minutes down the road, Lisa came forward
and got into the passenger seat in the front.  I
insisted that she fasten the seat belt, I got the
impression that seat belts for the kids weren't in
common use in that van -- with eleven people that
I had seen, probably didn't even have seats for
all the kids.

I got off the freeway and headed towards the small
town I call home.  When we were back up to speed I
spoke, "Where are you from?"

"All over, he went wherever the fuck there's work.
We were in Pasco, WA last.  The fucker decided to
go back to Mexico for the winter, money lasts
longer there and its fuckin' warmer."

"You know, Lisa -- using 'fuck' like that is
annoying in a kid, or for that matter, anyone.  It
doesn't help me understand what you mean and just
takes up room in the sentence.  Please don't use
it so much."

"Sorry", she mumbled.

"What grade are you in?"

"Third or fourth, depends on which school.  He
don't stay in one place long enough to do much in
school.  Don't always go at all if he don't stay
somewhere for long.", she replied.

After another few miles, "You gonna fuck us?  That
why you bought us from Rafe?.", she asked.

I look over at her.  She didn't seem scared, more
like she just wanted to know what to expect.

"At least that time, you used the word
correctly.", I commented.

After a moment more I replied to her question, "I
didn't buy you.  I bribed him so I wouldn't have
to shoot him.  Believe me, if I had shot him, it
would have cost me far more than $500 even if it
was ruled self and kid defense."

"But $500 is a lot of money!"

"Its not enough to be a problem to me.  Being in
jail would have been a problem.  Watching him beat
up on you would have been a worst problem.  On
those terms, $500 is cheap."

"You gonna give us to the cops then?", she asked
after a few minutes.

I thought a couple of minutes, then answered, "Not
by choice.  You can stay with me if you want to
and we can get the powers that be to let you do it.

First step is to talk to Frank, then let the
Dr. look you over.  If nothing else, I may need
her and Frank to testify that you came with
bruises pre-installed."

"She looked at me oddly."

"It would be much better if no one here thought I
hit you, and the way you are moving, I suspect
that Dr. Alice is going to find some obvious
marks."

A couple of moments, "Yeah, its been pretty
fuckin bad the last couple a days."

I looked her.  "Sorry", she muttered.

We were approaching the edge of town, I started
slowing for the exit.

I pulled into the parking lot by Shari's and shut
down.  Went back to the kitchen area and found
Julie and Vicky sound asleep.

I looked at their fairly grubby hands and faces
and went into the bathroom and got a washcloth and
towel.

I unfastened Vicky's seat belt, took off her
tattered coat and picked her up. She was thin to
the point of scrawny and hardly seemed to weigh
anything.  She sort of woke up, but didn't
protest.  I got the washcloth wet with warm water,
then sat down with her on my lap and washed her
face and hands, then dried them with the towel.
Her hair was greasy and tangled, I decided to let
it go for now, It'd be as well to let Frank and
Alice see what condition they were in when I
collected them anyway.  There was a small bruise
on her face and another on her right forearm.

I sat Vicky on the seat, freshened the washcloth
and went over to Julie.  Lisa had her out of the
seat belt and somewhat awake.  I got her out of
what passed for a jacket and washed face and
hands.  I found more bruises.

I then turned to Lisa.  She flinched a bit, but
didn't try to pull away while I took a greasy,
ragged sweater off her.  All she had under it was
a t-shirt, badly worn and quite a bit too big.

She had a new bruise starting to show on one side
of her face, another pretty bad one on the other
side, hand marks on her forearm and what looked
like a burn on the back of one hand.  I washed as
gently as I could, she started to pull away, then
visibly gritted her teeth and held still.

I got out a pull over sweat shirt of mine and
handed it to her.  Then took it back and helped
her get her arms and head through the appropriate
holes.

I looked at the other two and their ragged excuse
for coats, then went back and got two more sweat
shirts, Vicky's came down well below her knees,
but she would be warm.  None of them could show
their hands without pulling the sleeves way up.

As we stepped out of the motorhome, I saw Frank's
car pull into the lot and park.  Vicky held up her
arms for me to pick her up off the lower step.  I
did, again cringing at how light she was, and we
walked toward him as he got out of the car, Julie
clinging to my other hand.

"Evenin Jeff, these must be your stray kittens.  I
won't offer to shake, your hands seem to be busy."

"They are.  Lisa, Julie and Vicky.  Don't know a
last name yet.", Pointing them out with eyes and
head motions. "Girls, this is Sheriff Frank
Hebner."

"Pleased to meet you", He tipped his hat.

We walked into the restaurant, Julie still hanging
on to my hand and Lisa right beside me on the
other side.

In a couple of minutes we were seated.  I helped
the girls out of the sweatshirts.  Frank's eyes
widened a bit at the marks on them.  The waitress
came by with water and noticed them too.

"The bruises came pre-installed.  Jeff got the
girls off some wetbacks up at Franklin Canyon an
hour or so ago", Frank told her.

The waitress's eyes got even bigger, but at least
she quit glaring at me.

Frank sat there, examining the girls, marks,
starvation and the way they snuggled up to me.

"So", he said, "What are you planning to do with
them."

"Short term, feed them, wash them, feed them, then
go to Walmart, get a few clothes and feed them.",
I replied.  "Did you get ahold of Dr. Alice?"

He nodded, "She should be here in a few."

"In that case, I'll see if she'll examine them
before and after the washing.  From what I can see
of marks with clothes still on, probably should
have you witness and take pictures.

We ordered, again I limited the size of the orders
for the girls, once more promising more food in an
hour or so.  I got them an adult meal, then split
it three ways.  

Once more, their food vanished in seconds.

Dr. Alice Franklin showed up in time for a cup of
coffee and the tale of how I acquired three kids.
I paid the bill and we went out to the motor home.
Once more I carried Vicky and Julie held my other
hand, with Lisa brushing my side where I carried
Vicky.

We went into the dining room/lounge area.  I got a
washable blanket and large bath towel, and put
them on the table.  Dr. Alice tried to pick Vicky
up to put her on the table, she pulled away and
grabbed on to me.

Dr. Alice looked at me, I looked back and shrugged.

"May I do it Vicky?", I asked her.

She looked at me for a moment, then nodded.  I
picked her up and sat her on the towel.

"We need to take your clothes off so the Dr. can
see your hurts.  Will you let me do that?", I
asked.

She nodded.

I carefully pulled her shirt off.  It was ragged
and filthy, I got a garbage bag and put her
clothes in it as I took them off, including the
ratty sneakers.  With her clothes off, she was
quite whiffy for a small kid and her ribs and hip
bones showed clearly.

Dr. Alice had Frank take notes as she examined the
kid, describing bruises and contusions, some
fairly recent, many old and faded. She no longer
had a hymen, but no obvious bruising around her
genitals.  She pointed out bruising on Vicky's
scalp from having her hair yanked.  Dr. Alice was
somewhat handicapped by the fact that Vicky
insisted on holding my hand all through the exam.
We managed to get her to switch hands as necessary
and got by.

There was no evidence of lice or fleas, (thank
goodness), Dr. Alice suggested that while she saw
no obvious evidence of worms, that a stool sample
one day soon would probably be a good idea.

I tried to leave Vicky for a moment to go get one
of my t-shirts to wear, she clung and cried.
After a moment, I gave up, hoisted her onto my hip
and went into my bedroom.  I changed into a pair
of swim trunks and got three clean fairly new and
thick t-shirts.

When we came back out, Dr. Alice had managed to
coax Julie onto the exam table and her clothes
off.  Marks on her were similar to Vicky. One
forearm was crooked.  Dr Alice checked and noted
that it appeared to have been broken and not set
properly.  Julie and Lisa confirmed this.  Once
more, her hymen was missing and some evidence of
recent bruising on her pussy. When questioned, she
said that the guy that hit Lisa had fucked her
that morning.  The Dr. got out a rape kit.  Frank
was keeping notes and looking pretty grim.

I took Vicky into the bathroom, as is common in
motorhomes, the shower head was on the wall above
the toilet.  I had a hose and spray nozzle on it,
I got the water adjusted and gently washed Vicky.
Because of the bruising, I wasn't able to scrub as
hard as I would have liked to, her hair in
particular got a fairly sketchy wash.  I figured
to work on the tangles and wash it frequently for
a few days till I got her clean.  She was much
better ten minutes later than when we went in.

I gently dried Vicky off, then wrapped her in a
big fuzzy dry towel. She allowed me to set her
down on in my chair.

Dr. Alice had finished examining Julie and started
on Lisa.  I tried to send Julie to take a shower,
she insisted that I needed to wash her too.

She too quite frankly stank of unwashed kid and
tobacco smoke.  Her hair was matted and greasy,
but at least there didn't seem to be any injury to
her scalp so I could wash with more vigor.

I dried her off, wrapped her in another big towel
and came back out to get a report on Lisa.

Lots of bruises, no obvious broken bones, at least
as scrawny as her sisters. A fairly fresh
cigarette burn on her left hand.  She had been
fucked last night and this morning by two of the
guys from the van group, one adult, one
teen. Another rape kit was used.  She didn't seem
to be concerned at all by being naked with Frank
and me, nor being talked about.

No lice or other varmints found on the girls,
stool samples for worms would be a good idea.
Dr. Alice wanted to see Julie in her office soon
to take an x-ray of the crooked arm and all of
them for full physicals and blood work to check
for STDs. She approved of my plan and schedule for
feeding them up.  We agreed on tomorrow afternoon,
end of office hours.

I promised to call Frank tomorrow after we were up
and breakfasted, he and Dr. Alice departed.

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Chapter 3

Lisa wanted me to wash her too, Vicky had gone
back to sleep in my chair.  Julie sat with her and
was looking pretty tired.

Lisa and I went into the bathroom/shower and she
turned and started to pull down my shorts.  I
stopped her and raised an eyebrow.

"You paid for us, you deserve somethin for that
$500", she said.

"Not this", I replied.

"You queer, don't like girls?", she sort of sneered.

"I love girls, especially little girls", I told
her, gesturing to the partial hard-on tenting my
shorts.

"If that's why you bought us, why not fuck me
then", she seemed a bit confused.

"I didn't buy you.  I paid him off so I wouldn't
have to shoot him, also because with that $500, he
won't stop till he's across the border.  And with
what you told Frank, if he shows up around here in
the next several years, Frank will grab him and
throw him in jail.", I explained.

"He'd a taken less than $500", she said.

"Most likely.  But $200 might not have gotten them
to Mexico."  If they got picked up and started
telling this story, Frank might have to do
something about it.  This way, He's gone.", I
answered her.

That got me a thoughtful look, a hug and room to
start the shower.

Her hair was at least as filthy as her sisters,
but not as tangled.  The bruises were sore, but
her pussy wasn't as I washed it.  I did spend a
few extra seconds washing her bottom and some more
on her nubbins of boobs.  She didn't flinch at all
at this attention, leaned against me and gave me a
bit of a smug look.

I dried her off, one more big fuzzy towel for her.
Stripped off my wet trunks showing a partial hard
on, dried off and put on dry underwear and shorts.

I found Vicky and Julie asleep in my chair.  I
asked Lisa if any of them were lactose intolerant,
this confused her so I asked her if they could eat
ice cream without getting sick.  That got me a
yes, please.

I got out four bowls, put a scoop of chocolate ice
cream in each and woke the other two girls. 

I got the t-shirts onto them, and managed to get
them to eat slowly -- for a value of slowly
that only had Julie crying once because she
cramped her throat from the cold.  Vicky sat on my
lap and I fed her, otherwise she would probably
have had the same problem.  Lisa sat snuggled up
to my side, but she did take small slow bites,
enough that she finished at the same time that
Vicky and I did.  I don't think the timing was
accidental.

We went back to the couch and I put Lisa between
my legs and started working on her hair.  It wasn't
too bad, either for greasy nor tangles.  Her bare
bottom in my lap had my cock starting to stiffen.
She knew that and, I'm quite sure she deliberately
squirmed and pressed against it to keep me hard.

I got her hair pretty good, and pulled her back
against my chest in a hug, then kissed her on the
cheek.  Lisa squirmed around in my arms and kissed
me back on the lips.  After a moment, I reluctantly
pushed her away and made her move off my lap.

This left me with a pretty prominent tent in my
lap, Julie looked at it and reached down to grab
it.  I stopped her hand.

"Not tonight, little one.  The social services
folk will be around in the next few days, and we
don't want any hint that you have been doing any
sex stuff since I got you for them to find."

Julie didn't seem to get it, but I saw
comprehension dawn in Lisa.  "He bought us to
fuck, just not yet." she told her sister.

I moved Julie over where I could reach and started
working on her hair.  It was horrible, matted and
tangled.  With that much tangle, it wasn't very
clean either and still had a noticeable odor.

"Lisa!!", I said, allowing a bit of annoyance to
show in my voice.  She flinched from me.

"Like I told you, I didn't buy you.  I don't own
you.  You don't owe me anything except perhaps to
take advantage of this opportunity to get away
from that kind of life.", I said, much more
gently.

"You're gonna dump us into foster homes then.",
she said, looking at the floor and not quite
crying.

I stopped working on Julie's hair for a moment and
gently, trying to avoid the bruises, turned her
face towards me.

"Like I told you, you can stay if you want to and
social services will let you.  I know they are
pretty crowded, with Frank and Dr. Alice on our
side, they will probably figure you are good
enough with me and will let you stay."

I slipped an arm around her and hugged her to my
side for a moment, then turned back to Julie's
hair.

I worked at the mess for another couple of minutes
then spoke to them.

"You can stay if you want, and they will let you.
There will be a few rules that you have to follow
if you are going to stay."

After a moment, Lisa asked, "What kind'a rules".

"Don't steal from me."

"OK", she answered.

"Don't lie to me.  If you don't want to answer,
say so.  But don't lie."

She nodded at that.

"Don't gratuitously damage my stuff, or your
sisters' stuff for that matter."

Look of incomprehension, from both her and Julie.
Vicky was asleep against my ribs on the other
side.

I used an example.

"Suppose you are washing dishes and drop a glass.
It breaks.  Should I be mad?"

"Rafe would have, prolly fuckin beat me."

I just looked at her again.  "Sorry, I slipped.",
she said

After another moment I answered, "Well, prolly,
but he's an asshole.", that got me giggles from
Lisa and Julie.

I will expect you to clean the mess up, very
carefully so you get it all and don't cut yourself.
Then tell me what happened so I can get a new one
if we need it.  Accidents happen.

Now, supposing you and Julie were using the glass
to play catch, dropped it and broke it.  Should I
be mad at you?"

"Yes!", from both girls.

"I'd be annoyed at you, that's a pretty dumb thing
to be doing.  On the other hand, you weren't
trying to break the glass, just doing something
dumb.

I would scold you, would probably find some sort
of punishment if it wasn't the first time, but
wouldn't get mad about it."

"Why not?  That sounds pretty fuckin dumb to
do.", Julie asked.

"Language like that doesn't sound any better from
you than it does from Lisa", I told her.

Julie looked at Lisa, a bit confused.  "He don't
like it when we cuss", Lisa said to her.

Julie cringed, "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it for now.  Just try not to
use bad words unless you really mean them", I
hugged her to my chest for a moment.

I continued, "Playing catch with a glass would be
dumb, and especially the third time I would need
to find a penalty that would get your attention.

On the other hand, you are kids.  And kids do dumb
things.", I shrugged at her.

"Now, suppose I came home and found that you had
taken all the glasses outside and thrown them
against a rock to smash them.

Now, I would be mad at you.  You were destroying
property that I would have to replace and made a
nasty mess besides.  You did so with the intent to
destroy them.  Other than the pleasure of watching
them smash, neither you nor I got any benefit from
your smashing them.

Now I have a legitimate reason to be angry.  If
you were to do it repeatedly, I might start to
consider giving you to foster care or just taking
you a few hundred miles away and dumping you.

It would require you to do something like that
more than once or twice.  And whatever you did
would have to be pretty bad, but I won't have
barbarians living with me."

I looked at her and Julie -- their eyes were
pretty wide.

"You think you can avoid busting up my stuff just
for the fun of it?"

They nodded rapidly.  I pulled them into a hug,
one in each arm.  "We won't have a problem with
that rule then."

"The last thing is that if you are going to live
with me, you will have to go to school and work at
it.  I don't want to have dummies living with me."

"But we ain't no good in school.  I'm nine and
they put me in second grade last time", Lisa
protested.

"I don't expect you to know anything when you
start.  From what you tell me, I'm going to count
it as a great win if you can read at all.

I expect you to know a whole lot of things when we
finish in several years.  I just will require you
to try your best most of the time.  Not do as well
as a kid that had parents read to him and teach
him to read when he was four.

Yes, that would be better, and I will do that with
Vicky.  You are starting from where you are, so
all I require is that you make a real effort to do
a bit better every day, not that you jump straight
into integral calculus tomorrow."

At her look of incomprehension, I modified that
last sentence, "We will start with 1 + 1, leave
487 X 683 for later."

"K", Lisa leaned against my side and Julie leaned
back against my shoulder.  I turned her so she was
sitting sideways with her legs partly across
Lisa's lap.

We sat there and cuddled for a bit, then I asked
Lisa, "Think you can live with those rules?"

She nodded without lifting her head from my side.

"In that case, we better go on home."

At her look of puzzlement, I said, "I have a place
about 15 miles from here.  I mostly live in here,
but that's where I park when I'm not on the road."

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

Chapter 4 -- The first evening.

I stood and put Julie back in the chair with her
sister.  I put on a shirt and shoes and went
forward, turning off lights as I went.

Lisa and Julie followed and sat together in the
passenger captains chair.

It was nearly 10pm by then, I started the engine
and turned on the headlights.  Pulling out of the
parking lot, Vicky woke up and started crying.
Lisa slipped out of her seat and went back to her
sister.  I stopped at a light a few blocks further
on and they came to the front and sat in the
passenger chair, Vicky on her sister's laps,
pretty much in the middle.

Given the city traffic and lights, it was a bit
over 30 minutes till I pulled up to my driveway.
I pushed the remote button for the gate control
and it swung open in front of the motor home.  I
pulled through and up the driveway for a couple of
hundred feet.

I have a spot made for the motorhome, level
concrete with all the hookups and a roof overhead
for storm and shade.  When I'm parked there, the
motorhome attaches to a house, so I have a larger
place to live, but don't need to move stuff back
and forth.

For tonight, I pulled in and parked on the
markers.  I put the stabilizers down and brought
the rig to the right height. I then got out and
hooked up electricity and Internet.  Water and
sewer could wait till morning, we would use the
house bathrooms anyway. I connected the seals
between the house and the main door on the rig,
then ran out the two expandos and locked them and
put down their stabilizers, but left the furniture
for morning as well.

I took the girls inside, showed them a guest
bedroom with an attached bathroom.  I was carrying
Vicky, I went to put her down in the bed and she
started crying and clinging to me.

"She wants to sleep with you.", Lisa said.

"Can you and Julie sleep here?"

"I don't want to, I'd rather sleep with you."

I thought for a moment.  "OK, You and Julie get in
this bed.  Stay there for ten minutes.  That way
we can tell Frank and Alice that I put you to bed
in here.  If you are still awake after 10 minutes
on this clock, you can come back into the motor
home and get in my bed with me."

"OK", they crawled into the bed, I put Vicky on
the floor beside me, covered them up and kissed
them on the cheek.

I picked up Vicky, found some night lites, brought
them back and put one in the girl's room, one in
the bathroom, then a couple along the way back to
the motor home and one in the middle there.  I
took their clothes and some of my dirty ones into
the house and started a load of washing.  I hoped
that their clothes would survive washing without
disintegrating.  I added a bit of bleach to the
mix figuring that it would probably kill any
vermin.

By now it was nearing midnight, I took Vicky to
the bathroom, then on to bed.

I lay down and she snuggled up to my chest, gave a
big sigh and dropped off to sleep.

I lay there thinking about what had happened.  The
seven hours since I pulled into the rest area had
been quite eventful.  As I dropped off to sleep, I
noticed that it had been 30 minutes, Lisa and
Julie weren't present.

I woke up in the night and noted that I had a warm
body against my back.  It was 2:45.
I reached across Vicky and found another a warm
body.

I woke again, to full daylight.  The clock said
8:30, Vicky was still snuggled up to my left side
with Julie beyond her, Lisa laying with her back
to me, and touching my right shoulder.

I carefully got up, Vicky woke up and held up her
arms to be picked up.  I lifted her to the floor
and covered up the other two, then picked Vicky
back up and headed off to the bathroom.

Finished there, I put the laundry from last night
into the dryer, then we went to the kitchen and
got a bottle of olive oil. I stopped in my office
area, fired up the computer and checked email.
There were a couple that deserved replies that
were quick, I tended to them, then sat Vicky in
front of me and started working on the tangles in
her hair, soaking them with the oil to help loosen
the snarls.

She endured it with a few whimpers and tears, but
allowed me to work for twenty minutes.  Lisa came
out and came over to watch.

I wiped as much of the oil as I could from Vicky's
hair and sat her down and got up to start
breakfast.  I sent Vicky to wake Julie and gave
Lisa plates and glasses to set the table, pointing
her to the silverware drawer.

I fixed soft-boiled eggs, and two slices of toast
each this morning, planning to feed them six times
during the day, still small meals.

Finished up, I set Lisa to cleaning up, watching
and telling her what to do as I oiled and worked
on the matted tangles in Julie's hair.  She wasn't
quite as stoic as Vicky had been, but twenty
minutes made significant progress.

I called Frank as requested, he said he would be
there at 10:30, about an hour away.  Figuring that
we had time, I showered the girls -- I started out
with Vicky and Julie, planning to wash the olive
oil out of their hair and get some more of the
grunge as well. That part of the plan worked.

Lisa decided that she wanted to participate too.
She came in and started trying to remove my
shorts.  In a moment the other two decided to
help, I lost.  I went back to washing kids, only
spending a little bit of extra time washing their
pussies and nipples.  Lisa grabbed the soap and
started washing as much of me as she could reach.
After a 30 seconds on my cock, which was quite
hard by now, I stopped her again.

"Don't do that for now", I told her. "People will
be asking questions about touching and sex and it
will be much better if you don't have to lie to
them very much."

"But I want to make you feel good so you will keep
us", she said.

I turned the water off and sat down on the shower
ledge.  "Lisa!! and Julie.

You will never ever *have* to do sex things with
me.  I will like you without sex.  If later, you
want to do sex things with me, that would be
wonderful.  But you should *never* do anything like
that because you think I want to.  Only because
you want to."

"But I want to", she whimpered, confused.

"Why do you want to", I asked.

"So you will like us and keep us."

 I held her by the shoulders and looked her in the
 eyes, "I already *want* to keep you, but for now,
 if you do things like that, and anyone suspects,
 they will take you away, even if they can't prove
 it.

If they can prove it, they will take you away and
throw me in jail."

I thought for a moment, "How about for now you
wash my back and hair.  Then you can rub my back
and comb and brush my hair when you want to do
something nice for me.  I love to have my back
rubbed."  I pulled her and Julie to me and started
rubbing up and down their backs with the tip of
one finger, touching very lightly, moving slowly.
"Like this", then turning Lisa around I started
doing a more conventional back rub, kneading her
muscles, starting with her neck and working down
her back, "And like this."

I left off on Lisa and gave Vicky and Julie short
back rubs, then stood up and turned the shower back
on.  Lisa tugged me around and started washing my
back, she did spend a little extra time on my
bottom, but I let that go.  Then she had me kneel
and washed my hair, finishing up with a kiss to
the lips.

Overall I counted it as a great win.

We got out and dried off, I got their clothes from
the dryer, they were usable for low values of
usable, probably wouldn't get us arrested during a
trip to Walmart. After the trip to Walmart they
could go in the trash unless the kids insisted on
keeping them.

Frank showed up on time and spent a couple of
hours coaxing a detailed story of their lives from
Lisa and Julie.  Vicky didn't contribute much, but
what she did, fit with their story. Lisa's and
Julie's language was more than a bit rough -- for
this purpose I didn't fuss at them nor did Frank.
He did flinch a bit at a few of the things they
said, it probably was more the content than the
language.

The mid morning meal of soup and cheese didn't
stop him, he was very good at coaxing the girls to
talk, doing minimal guidance most of the time.  A
few of the bits took some coaxing, and I was
pretty sure that Lisa avoided talking about some
things.

Their mother had gone by Rodriquez, spelling
somewhat of a guess, Lisa thought she was 1/4
Mexican.  Lisa remembered visiting her
grandmother, but didn't know what city nor state
she might have been in.  It seemed probable that
the three girls each had a different father, they
had no idea who nor where.

They had been molested by their mother's
boyfriends for as long as they could remember,
sometimes for cash while their mother watched.
The guy I had gotten them from had been pretty
bad, but not the worst they could remember.
Julie's broken arm had been from before that
bunch.

Frank agreed to take his sheriff's hat off for a
bit and I told him the full tale of the rest area
encounter, including the baggie with the knife.
He didn't much like it, but agreed that paying the
$500 was probably better than shooting them or
trying to hold them till he could have gotten
there, and much better than leaving the kids with
them. He took the bag with the knife as evidence
to add to the rape evidence and pictures.

He got names, the best as Lisa and Julie knew and
could remember along with the van license and told
me he planned to put out a warrant on them.  He
admitted that it was unlikely that it would ever
be served, but would give him a handle on the
problem if they ever showed up in our lives again.

"What next", I asked him.  "I have three kids, no
papers on them at all.  Not the faintest hint of
any relatives.  I'm out a bit over $500 in the
deal, so I feel a need to protect my investment.

Besides that, I think they like me."

All three of them were crowded onto my lap as I
said that.  Frank snorted.

Then more seriously, he answered.  "I'll go talk
to Sarah Jones at Children's Services and tell her
the tale.  I expect you will hear from her later
today or tomorrow.  She can help with paperwork
and medical expenses -- if Dr. Alice thinks she
can improve Julie's arm, that will probably get
expensive.

I'll urge her to leave them with you, I expect
she'll go along with it for now."

I gave Frank one of my cards with phone numbers
and email, urging him to have most communication
come by email.

He left and I went to get my car out of the 
garage.  The girls were pretty impressed with my
mobile garage with car and motorcycle.

It was snowing lightly again with about three
inches of new on the ground from last night as we
headed for Walmart.  Since it had been a couple of
hours since I fed them, I went through the drive through
at McDonald's and got them each a Happy Meal on
the way.

I bought them a couple of sets of clothes apiece
along with sneakers, cheap snow boots and fairly
good jackets.  I figured to take them to a better
store in a few days and get some more if they were
still with me -- for now, we didn't stand out too
bad in the Walmart crowd, and these clothes would
be more acceptable in the more upscale stores
later.

We got brushes and combs along with some hair
cutting equipment.  I figured to do the very
minimum necessary to get all the tangles out and
trim the worst of the rough edges, then take them
to someone more skilled to finish the job.  I
picked up a booster car seat for Vicky and a cheap
plastic sled on the way to the counter, then
thinking about it, detoured through the toy section
and had each girl pick out a toy.

The girls hadn't gotten overt comments at
Walmart, but the clothes, hair and bruises had
been noticed.  We went on home, I couldn't do much
about the bruises beyond having them wear long
sleeves when out in public, but the clothes could
be improved on and I could work on the hair some
more.

Second lunch, 20 minutes each on tangles for Vicky
and Julie, another shower to get out the olive
oil, dressed them in their new clothes and we went
out again, this time to get groceries.

I refused to buy more than a minimum amount of
candy, Vicky started to fuss, Lisa took her aside
and whispered in her ear.  Vicky gave a scared
look at me and shut up.  I made a note to talk to
Lisa about that when we got home.

I did consult with them on the types of vegetables
and fruit, insisting on buying a fair amount over
their protests.  I did allow myself to be
persuaded to stock up on ice cream.  There is
quite a bit of sugar in it, but for them, the fat,
protein and calcium would be a very good thing.
The sugar wasn't all that bad an idea, they could
all stand to put on quite a bit of weight.  Later
I might want to limit calories, but that would be at
least a couple of months in the future.

We went home and put stuff away, had a two scoop
dish of ice cream each and it was time to go see
Dr. Alice.

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

Chapter 5  -- the second evening.

It had been a busy day for three kids that were in
a strange situation, malnourished and more than a
bit battered.  All three of them were asleep when
I pulled into the parking lot at Dr. Alice's
office.  I chivied two sleepy girls out of the
car, lifted the third onto my shoulder without
waking her and we went inside.  The receptionist
was expecting us and sent us to one of the
examination rooms immediately.

In a few minutes a nurse came in, took the usual
blood pressure, pulse and temperature from all
three girls then took us to the lab for blood work.
She must have been briefed because she didn't seem
disturbed by the bruises, matted lumps in their
hair, nor by the thought of all four of us going
together.

I got lucky, the tech there was very good at his
job and pretty good with kids. Vicky tried to pull
away at first, Lisa said something to her in
Spanish.  Vicky kind of froze up, after that she
held very still but trembled.

The tech hit a vein first try on all three of
them, claimed that as scrawny as they were,
finding veins was a snap, that finding a vein on a
fat kid that was screaming was a much greater
challenge.  Time he was through, he had charmed
them enough that they lost their overt fear of the
situation.

Our escort then took us to x-ray.  I put Lisa and
Vicky in chairs just outside the lab and went in
with Julie.  I helped Julie take off her clothes,
turned out the Dr. wanted full body x-rays.  We
left her new panties on. The tech gave me a lead
raincoat, was about as heavy as it sounds, but I
didn't quibble, I was going to be present for a
whole bunch of shots it looked like.

He took eight shots of Julie, then of Vicky and Lisa.

We went back to the exam room and waited.  A while
later, Dr. Alice came in.

"The good news is that Julie's arm seems to be the
only bone problem. Lisa has a couple of ribs that
look like old breaks, but nothing that needs
attention.  Bad news is that Julie's arm really
ought to have attention.  Good news is that there
is no short term rush.  Good news is that it is
pretty well healed, looks like over a year old
which jibes with what they told me yesterday.  Bad
news is that it will need re-broken re-set then
six weeks in a cast and physical therapy.", was
her report.

"In that case, in the real short term we will
procrastinate.  I have no idea what the legal
status might be and from what you say, there isn't
an emergency", was my reply.

"Sounds good to me.  At this point, months
probably won't matter.  Shouldn't be years though."

Then to Vicky, "May I look you over again Vicky?"
She held out her arms.

Vicky turned her face towards my chest, she was
sitting on my lap.  "You want her stripped again I
suppose."  a statement rather than a question.

"Yes, please."

"May I take your clothes off again for
Dr. Alice?", I asked Vicky.  She nodded, her face
still against my chest.

I turned her around so she was facing the room and
took off her shoes and socks, then stood her on
the floor in front of me and took off her shirt,
then pants and panties, stood and lifted her
onto the examining table.  Dr. Alice did a quick
but thorough exam, including a pelvic exam.  I
wouldn't have expected her to have a speculum that
small, but one was waiting.

While she examined Vicky, I asked Julie
to strip.  She did willingly and waited for her
turn.

Dr Alice finished Vicky, dictating notes to a
recorder.  She took more pictures of the bruises
and scars, both front and back.

I lifted Vicky down and Julie allowed the Dr to
lift her onto the exam table.  Dr. Alice spent a
couple of minutes palpating and looking at the
crooked arm, then eyes, ears, nose and throat and
another pelvic exam. And more pictures.

While she was busy with Julie, I got clothes back
on Vicky and had Lisa strip.  She got the same
treatment as the other two, minus the detailed
exam of her arm.

Dr. Alice took stool samples from all three girls
while she was doing a rectal exam, so that one was
done.

"More good news, all three of them seem to be
quite healthy.  Ears look good, they are rather
malnourished and battered, but we already knew
that. The lab work shows no signs of any of the
more common STDs -- there are more subtle tests
that will take a few days, but I will be very
surprised if any of them come up positive.

I'll want to see them again in a week or so if you
are still the responsible person.  If not, please
pass the request along.

Bad news is that on further examination of Julie's
arm, I think weeks instead of months, that arm
isn't developing properly, time is not our
friend.", was her report.

"Thank you very much for seeing them, especially
for seeing them last night.  I presume you know
where to send the bill", I reached up and shook
her hand, Vicky was firmly back on my lap so I
couldn't easily stand.

"No problem, and for this, no bill.  You put out
$500, must be over $800 by now looking at those
clothes.  I can contribute my bit.", was her
somewhat tart reply.

"In that case, thank you again", I replied.
"Thank you Dr. Alice", from Lisa, then Julie.
"Tnk yu", rather muffled from Vicky.  Perhaps the
first real words I had heard from her.

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

Chapter 6 -- The third evening and fourth day.

On the way home I stopped at an Office Max and
picked up a couple of new hard drives.  I planned
to clone the drives on my main computer, less a
couple of directories that I would greatly prefer
that snoopy officials not know about.  I could
live for a few months without the nekked kid pics
and stories I had collected from the Internet.
After all I currently had nekked kids to look at in
the flesh and seemed to be living one of the
stories.  It seemed unlikely that my computers
would be searched, but the penalties for being
wrong are pretty harsh. 

We got home, I fed the girls again and started the
disk copy.  Lisa took me at my word and stood
behind me, lightly rubbing my back, after a few
moments, Julie got a brush and started brushing my
hair. I oiled and worked on Vicky's hair for ten
minutes, I had it down to just one big matted lump
left and was hoping to be able to salvage at least
part of the hair in it.

I then moved Vicky to the chair beside me and
worked on Julie's hair for another ten. She was
down to two fair sized lumps, I was hoping that a
couple of more sessions would do it.  I brushed
out Lisa's hair, hers was doing pretty well and
would be ready for the hair dresser as soon as I
had the last of the knots out of her sisters'
hair.

I turned back to the computer, Vicky crawled into
my lap and sat there quietly while I worked.

I checked email, I had an email from Ms. Jones
requesting an interview tomorrow morning at my
house.  I replied, accepting and suggesting 10:30.

A few business emails that I replied to, one more
that would require a bit of work to reply
properly, I acknowledged receipt and promised an
answer within a few days.

The copy finished, I shut the computer down,
removed the original drive and replaced it with
the new one.  I fired it back up and verified that
everything still worked and the porn directories
were gone along with several more that contained
sensitive business data that I probably wouldn't
need in the short term.

I took the old drive and stored it away, buried in
a box of books in long term storage.

At nine I fed the kids a bowl of ice cream
showered them and tucked them into their bed.
Vicky didn't want to, but Lisa and I convinced her
that she should get into bed with her sisters for
now, the ten minute rule from last night still
applied, although I explained that it would
probably be a couple of hours yet before I came to
bed.  This time at 11 minutes by the clock, they
came back out.  I sent Lisa and Julie on to bed
but didn't have the heart to kick Vicky out of my
lap.

I worked on bookkeeping and bills for a while --
Vicky had gone to sleep in less than 10 minutes
and I was able to lay her down on the sofa and
cover her with a blanket.

Finishing for tonight, I saved and closed down my
work, picked Vicky up and we went to bed.  Lisa
and Julie were sound asleep, I stripped down to
underwear and lay down, Vicky on one side, Lisa
and Julie on the other.

When I awoke next morning, I was on my back and
Lisa was stroking my morning hard on.  I
reluctantly removed her hand, hugged her then
rolled over, suggesting that she might rub my back
instead.  She and Julie got one on each side and
both worked on my back.

Shortly, bathroom needs drove me out of bed, it
was after eight and time to be started anyway.

Breakfast, work on tangles for a bit, I got the
last of the matted knot worked out of Vicky's
hair, Julie still had one left when her tolerance
was exhausted for the session. 

Showers and clothes and we were ready to meet with
Sarah Jones.

She arrived on schedule, we knew each other, and
gave casual greetings.

"Girls, this is Ms. Jones from Children's Services.
"Ms. Jones, Lisa, Julie and Vicky -- possibly
Rodriquez."

She looked with some amusement at me and the
girls.  Vicky was in her usual place on my left
hip, arm around my shoulder.  Lisa was standing
with beside me on the left with her hand on my arm
and Julie on the right holding my hand pretty
tightly.

"You appear to have been captured", was her comment.

"You've heard about my evening, day before
yesterday I assume", I started out.

"Yes, Sheriff Hebner told me about it.  Quite the
tale."

"OK, I'm pretty much of an amateur at this, never
having stumbled onto a bunch of stray kids and
had them follow me home before.  What do we do
from here?", I asked.

"First off, I need to talk to them.  I can't
really say much before that", she replied.

"Here OK?", I asked.

"For now, certainly.  Let me get set up.", she
answered.

"Here's a DVD from Dr. Alice with their records,
including pictures of their bruises and hair when I
got in that night.", I handed her a DVD in a
sleeve.

She took it, booted up her laptop and spent a few
minutes skimming.

"Its as well that you had Dr. Franklin examine
them that night.  Makes it very clear that you
weren't responsible.", was her only comment.

At my raised brow, "I would have assumed that you
probably wouldn't have done any of this, but this
avoids even needing to ask the question."

"That's part of why I asked her, the other part
was that I knew the kids had been beat up and
wanted to check for urgent problems.", I said.

Ms. Jones started the interview with the three
kids sitting with me.  She started out mostly
talking to Lisa.  Things were going OK, but she
noticed that Lisa would glance at me before
answering some of the questions. Part of it was
slips on cussing, I wasn't sure what else she was
worried about.  I explained about the admonishment
regarding gratuitous swearing, and tried to keep a
very neutral expression and body language.  It
must have been good enough because Ms. Jones
didn't complain.

Her focus was a bit different than Frank's had
been, she too was very good at getting Lisa to
talk.  Some of what Lisa and Julie told about was
pretty bad, their current set of bruises was about
normal for them and when we checked, there were
several cigarette burn scars on all three of them,
Lisa having the only fresh one.  

Neither Lisa nor Julie could remember when they
lost their hymens, they knew that Vicky's had been
the guy in the van, less than a year ago.  Their
mother had held her while he stuck his finger in.

They both had been fucked for quite a while, Lisa
thought Julie had first been fucked about her
sixth birthday, and agreed that she had probably
been around the same age the first time.

Lisa could read a little, somewhere in second
grade level, write at a low first grade level and
do very simple arithmetic.

Julie could read a very little and write her name.
She was about at the same level as Lisa for
arithmetic.  I had the notion and got out some
money.  They knew money at the $20 level, figuring
change and counting, accurately and fairly quickly.

She got Vicky to talk a little bit but didn't
manage to coax her out of my lap.  She seemed
unconcerned by this, mostly treating it as a data
point.

We had lunch then continued for a while.
Ms. Jones had some IQ tests designed for
pre-literate children.  She said that Lisa and Julie
did quite well on them, the results weren't very
precise, but seemed to show that they were pretty
bright kids.  She was careful to point out that
they were both much older than the typical test
subject so the results should be taken with a
grain of salt.  On the other hand, pretty sure
they weren't below average.  Vicky was harder to
judge, she mostly hid on my shoulder when pressed.

She then turned her attention to me.

45, divorced years ago, two daughters, 20 and 22,
at college in a different state, they had lived
with me during high school. Ex wife living with
someone in a third.  Well above average income and
assets.  Well liked member of the community, if
considered a bit odd by some.

"What do you want to do with the girls?  Frank
said you would keep them if you could.", she asked
at long last.

"Yes, that would be my preference.", I answered.

"Why would you want to take the responsibility for
half breed kids, from a druggie mother.  They are
nearly feral, Lisa is way behind in school, and it
sounds as if she has behavior problems as well."
It seemed as if she was deliberately trying to
provoke me.

I took a few moments to answer.  The provoke
attempt didn't bother me, but I hadn't really
asked that question of myself.  I'd been running
on automatic so far, see helpless endangered young
-- seek to protect and nurture them -- purely on
instinct.

I mentioned this and asked her to give me a few
minutes to collect my thoughts.  She nodded assent
and sat back in her chair, clearly prepared to
wait for as long as I needed.

After a bit I spoke, 

"Well, first off, the half breed comment is so far
off the scale for me as to be meaningless.  I have
no interest in which continents their grandparents
came from, nor what religion they were.  I have a
mild intellectual curiosity about these matters
but no emotional concern whatsoever.

The druggie mother is dead, so that only matters
to the extent that they might be meth babies or
some equivalent -- so far I see no signs of that,
but I'm not certain I would know what to look for,
nor if it would be possible to tell in such a
short time.  They don't have behavior problems
that have been obvious to me yet.

For the rest, sort of three reasons I can see for
now.

First, I find I like being a daddy again."  

At this, Lisa turned to look at me with very wide
eyes and a bit of shock.  I hugged her to me and
she burrowed her face into my side.

"I find I like them and care very much about what
will happen to them.  Probably quite a bit of
instinct driving that, but on this subject, my
head and heart are pulling in parallel.

So, I'm willing to put out quite a bit of effort
to keep them, or lacking that, to see that they
have a good home.

I'm probably saying it badly, but bottom line, I
would very much like to be allowed to keep them."

Ms. Jones nodded and indicated that I should
continue.

"Second, I think they like me and want to keep
me.", this with Vicky on my lap with her cheek
against my chest, Lisa hugging me from one side
and Julie making a sweaty strip down the other.

A wry grin from Ms. Jones and indication to go on.

"Third, I promised Lisa mostly, but them, that I
would make a real effort to keep them from going
to a foster home -- yes, I realize that means a
different foster home, and wouldn't send them away
voluntarily"

"And fourthly, sort of a haw-haw, only serious
type of joke - I already have over $1000 into
them, I want to protect my investment.

And yes, I very much realize that if you let me
keep them, $1000 is the very smallest of down
payments.  I raised two, still have them in
college. I fully realize that kids are very
expensive hobbies, almost on a par with
sailboats."

At this, Ms. Jones laughed.  "You are realistic at
least."

Then, "You do realize that you have no legal claim
on them, that in one sense, you are on shaky
ground as a procurer of minor children."


"Well, yes and no", I replied.  "No, I make no
claim in any sense of property rights to them.  As
I told Lisa, I paid the guy $500 because it would
have probably cost me at least ten times that much
for lawyers if I had shot him, even in clear self
defense or to prevent him from beating up on her.

Yes, somewhat in the sense the Chinese use that if
you save someones life, you are responsible for
their well being for the rest of their lives.
(Might be remembering wrong about Chinese, might
have been a different culture)."

Lisa broke in, "You're gonna be our DADDY!!"
Julie tugged at my other arm, "Please!!"

"If she lets me", I said, nodding at Ms. Jones.

"Please, Ms. Jones, Please", from both of them.

"For this week, yes.  After that, we
will see what happens.", she told them.

Then to me, "I think we can check off
your point two as being a given."

Then back to me, "So, what is your plan for taking
care of three kids?"

Pause -- I looked at a clock. "Understand that I'm
making this up as I go, 46 hours ago, I didn't
have any kids nor any expectation of needing a
plan.  And, its been a rather busy time since.

Short term, feed them, finish getting the tangles
out of Julie's hair.  Feed them.  Buy them some
more clothes.  Feed them.  Get them a hair cut.
Feed them. Re-arrange the house a bit for kid
residence. Feed them."

"How do I get authority to get Julie's arm fixed?
Will the state help with the medical bills?", I
asked her.

"I will need to look into that a bit more, talk to
Dr. Franklin.  Assuming that what you tell me
checks out, I can sign off on getting that
started.  State money ought to pay for most of it
since they are in foster care.

Ordinary medical, dental and eye care is a part of
the short term foster care agreement that we will
do before I leave.", she answered.

Then asking me, "What would you do about school
and work?"

I thought about that one for a few moments, "Well,
first off, I don't *have* to work another day of
my life.  Secondly, the work I do is intermittent,
and by negotiated contract.  If they want me, the
contract will include local day care as needed for
wherever the job is.

My first thought on school would be home school.
Lisa and Julie are so far out of whack on school
that it would be quite difficult to fit them in to
a public school.  It sounds as if they need a bit
of work on social skills as well.

Brownies and /or 4H should be possible. Perhaps
some day care to have them a place to be with
other kids in a supervised setting. I know several
people with grand kids around their age.  In a
year or three, that could be re-evaluated.  It
fits with the contract jobs well though.  If I
have a week or three of intensive work, they can
have a short vacation and we pick up when I get
over the hump."

"That doesn't sound like a very stable life,
dragging them around the country.", Ms. Jones
said.

Lisa snorted, "Sounds real good to me.  Sleep in a
clean, warm bed every night -- mostly the same
bed, eat every day, food probably ain't rotten
neither.  And he ain't hit me or my sisters even
once yet.  Bought us lots of real nice clothes
too."

Lisa paused for a moment, counting on her fingers.
"I think he's fed us more since he bought us than
we ate in the week before, maybe two weeks."

Ms. Jones looked at their thin faces and arms,
then at the cheap Walmart clothes and looked a bit
sick.

"Julie", I said.  Go get the sack of clothes you
were wearing when I got you."

She scampered off and returned in a moment with a
garbage sack.

"I was going to throw these away, then decided to
keep them till you had a chance to see them."

She rummaged around in the sack, bringing out
several very ragged garments.

I continued after a moment, "The clothes and the
kids were what I would describe as filthy because
I can't think of a stronger word that isn't
obscene.  In addition, both Julie and Vicky had
big matted lumps of tangle in their hair, what you
see in Julie's is the last tag end.

I washed their clothes so they wouldn't call a
hazmat team when we went to WalMart yesterday.
Since they are staying, I will buy them more and
better clothes.  LaMont's might have asked us to
leave if I had taken in them dressed in those.

Lots of clothes was two changes plus shoes, jacket
and snow boots."

"OK", she told Julie, Lisa and Vicky, "You can
keep him for now."

That got her tackled by the two older girls and
got me a kiss from Vicky.

Ms. Jones spent a while filling out forms, I got
the girls a dish of ice cream each while she worked.

In a bit, she had a stack of papers for me to sign
and/or keep.  One of them stated that I would be
paid as a foster home.  I protested, and Ms. Jones
informed me that it was part of the package, that
not doing it would cause her much more grief that
leaving it in, and might trigger a review from
higher up.

I hushed up immediately.

I was a foster parent for the three girls.  There
would be a weekly visit by Ms. Jones or a
designated alternate.  If things were going well
at six weeks, that would be extended to every
other week, another six weeks and it would go to
once per month.  

If I was going to be out of town on a scheduled
visit date, arrangements would be made to have it
before or after.

For longer contract stays, we would need to return
periodically if it was going to be more than two
visits skipped.

As she prepared to leave she called Lisa and Julie
over.  She sat down to be about the same height
and coaxed the girls into a hug.  "You two need to
be very careful to not let me catch you sleeping
with Jeff.  That would be a very bad thing to have
happen."

She then came over to me and Vicky, ignoring the
stunned look on my face and managed to coax Vicky
into her arms for a short hug.  "Be happy little
one." then allowed Vicky to twist and reach back
to me.

"See you at 10:30 next Thursday", to me as she
walked out the door.

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

Chapter 7  -- the third evening.

I put Vicky down then sat down, thinking about the
last few minutes.

Lisa came over to me. "Daddy?", she said timidly.

I put an arm around her, "Yes love."

She started bawling, crawled into my lap and clung
to me.  I cuddled her and rubbed her back for a
few minutes till the sobs eased.  Julie and Vicky
were crying some too, and hanging onto me as well.
I wished I had three arms.

"What's the matter love?", I asked, suspecting the
answer.

"We ain't never had a real daddy before, not never."

"You have one now", was the best I could come up
with.  It seemed to be sufficient. I shifted them
around so all three were inside my arms and where
I could kiss their faces.

Note to self, go chair shopping tomorrow, I need a
recliner that will fit all of us.

On second thought, it was only 3:30 so decided to
go chair shopping today.

I loaded the kids up and we drove into town to
search for the perfect chair.  It took five stores
and two towns, most of the sales people we dealt
with were quite amused at the criteria for chair
selection.  Finally we found one that would hold
all four of us abreast, was a high quality chair
that would probably last for years and covered in
a cloth that would breath, and was advertised as
water repellent and difficult to stain.  I paid
for it delivered, an extra $25 got us immediate
delivery.

An hour and a half later I was sitting in the new
chair, Vicky and Lisa on either side while I
ouched Julie's hair. We were down to one small
matted lump when I quit, if I couldn't get it out
next session, I was just going to cut it out.

I wiped most of the oil out of Julie's hair with
paper towels, then fixed supper for us all.  

Both because they weren't starving hungry anymore
and were starting to really believe that I
wouldn't take it away from them, they ate more
slowly.  This time they only had to wait while I
ate the last half of my meal.

After cleanup from supper I took Julie into the
shower to wash her hair, the other two followed
(Of course).  I didn't protest when they stripped
me.  I returned the favor, noting that the bruises
were aging nicely, Lisa's face apparently hadn't
been a solid blow, the bruises were fading and some
older yellow and green ones were progressing.

Julie and Vicky were looking better as well and
showed less tenderness.

I washed Julie's hair, then the rest of her body,
lingering a little longer on her pussy, she leaned
against me, nearly purring.  I washed Vicky, hair
and body, repeating the extra attention to her
pussy, this left me with a very hard cock that
Lisa was gently rubbing.  She looked at me, I
didn't protest, she bent over and started sucking
on the head.  

I reached down and caressed her cheek, "You don't
have to do this, you know."

She released me with her mouth but not her hands,
"But I want to."

Julie, seeing the opening replaced her sister on
the end of my cock.  I looked down at her, she
looked up at me and grinned, mostly with her eyes.

I carefully sat on the shower ledge seat, "I give
up, ravish me as you will."

That interrupted Julie, she raised her head off
me, "What?"

I pulled her to me, and gave her a kiss on the
lips, "Go ahead, just so long as its fun for
you."

This had given Vicky an opening, and she was now
attached to my cock.  I decided to relax and enjoy
it, only wishing again I had at least three hands
to caress my naked girls.

It had been a while since my last opportunity with
a female of any age, then two days of intermittent
naked girls with occasional excuses to fondle them
and little opportunity to masturbate.  Less than a
minute later I started cumming in Vicky's mouth.
Obviously a veteran, she kept sucking and pumping
until I had finished and was getting pretty soft.

We cuddled for a minute or so, then aware that the
hot water was finite, I finished washing them and
we got out.  As I was helping them brush teeth it
came to me.  Dentist, they were going to need
exams, and probably work.  Eye exams too.  More
things for the to-do list.

I put them in their bed, we agreed on when the 10
minutes would be up and I went to my room.  I read
for 10 minutes then the thundering herd
arrived. Julie and Lisa had me roll onto my
stomach and started rubbing my back, they sent
Vicky for a hair brush and had her brush my hair.
After a while Lisa rolled me back over, with a bit
of wiggling, I managed without knocking any kids
off onto the floor.  (Note to self, look into a
king bed tomorrow, a queen was really too small
for four, even if three of them are small kids.)

Vicky and Julie cuddled up to me, one on either
side inside my arms.  I lay there caressing them
and kissing them a little.  Lisa was kneeling
between my legs and playing with my cock, not like
she was trying to get me off, rather stroking it
for a bit, then rubbing lightly with her
fingertips, bending it this way and that to
examine it and combing my pubic hair with her
fingers.  I was fairly hard, but not near an
orgasm.

After a bit she sort of crawled up my body and lay
on my stomach and chest, her head tucked under my
chin.

"Daddy", she said.  

"Yes love" 

"Will you fuck me?"
"No love" 

"Why not, I want you to?"  

"I'll make love to you."  

Pause -- "Ain't that the same thing."  

"No, love.  Not even close."  

Longer pause -- "Why not, you stick your cock in
me, slide it in and out, come in me, makes us both
feel good."  

"No love, that's fucking.  Sounds like the good
kind of fucking, but fucking."

Longer pause -- "Whats 'make love' then?"

"I'll show you if you want."

Pause -- "Is it as good as fucking?"

"Oh, much better"

"OK.  Now?"

"In a few minutes love, we have your sisters here,
I need to talk to them a little first.

Scoot back down between my legs for a moment.", I
told Lisa.

I kissed Julie, then Vicky, "girls, Lisa asked me
to make love to her.  This will take a while to do
it right, and while I'm doing it, it needs to be
her time.  You two can have turns later, but Lisa
asked first. OK?"

They nodded.

"So, is there anything you want.  It will take at
least an hour do a good job for Lisa.  You can
watch, or help if you want to.  Just not
interrupt.", I told them.

"Can we have some ice cream.", Vicky asked.

"Yes love, right away love."  I rolled to my feet
and picked her up, upside down.

"I'm upside down", she half laughed, half
squealed.

"You sure of that?", I asked giving her pussy a
lick since it was convenient.

That got me a louder squeal and she tried to
double up.  "Yes, my head's down here"

"Oops, my mistake.  Sorry", I gave her pussy
another lick.

"Turn me right side up", she commanded.

I lifted her up till her face was only a little
below mine, then bent my neck to kiss her on the
nose.  "You don't like it this way?"

"No!!  Turn me right side up now", the force of the
command was somewhat spoiled by the fact that she
was giggling as she said it.

"Yes Mistress, at once Mistress, right away
Mistress" I inverted her, settled her on my hip
and gave her another kiss.

"You're silly", she thumped me on the chest with a
fist.

"Yes Mistress, I am Mistress", I hung my head.

"Get my ice cream", she ordered.

"Yes Mistress, at once Mistress", I reached down
with the other arm to Julie who was watching the
show, giggling herself.  She gave a hop and
settled herself on my other hip.  We went to the
kitchen for ice cream.

As we were finishing the ice cream, Lisa asked me,
"You gonna fuck me for more than an hour?  I never
saw a guy could last that long.  Rafe only took
two or three minutes."

"No", I said patiently, "I'm going to make love to
you.  That will take at least an hour to do it
right.  I'll only have my cock in your pussy for
part of that time, quite a bit more than two
minutes though."

"Oh", she looked thoughtful.

Julie and Vicky agreed that they would wait for
anything else till after I was done with Lisa.  I
scooped Lisa up in my arms, gave her a long kiss
and carried her back to the bed room with a detour
through the bathroom.  There I took a piss while
she watched, then had her spread her legs so I
could watch while she pissed.  She giggled.

I wiped her, then fondled her for a moment, ending
it with another deep kiss.  

I picked her up again and carried her to the bed,
laying her on her back and laying on my side
beside her, playing with her pussy and nipples,
kissing her and telling her how beautiful she was.

"You think I'm beautiful?", she asked.

"Very beautiful, one of the top three girls in my
life at the moment", I told her.

It took her a moment to parse that.  "That's us."
Another pause, "you got a girl friend?"

"Yep, three of them, all of them beautiful", I
peppered her face and chest with little kisses.
It seemed to distract her.

"Who?, her nipples were hardening.

"Well, let's see. There's Julie.  And Vicky.
And... let's see, what's her name ... let me
think ... oh, yeah, Lisa.  Ow. You hit me."

"You deserved it.  I ain't beautiful.  I got all
these marks on me where Rafe and the others hit
me.  I'm skinny. I got this beak of a nose.  I got
no tits.  My hair's awful.  I'm ugly.", by now she
was crying.

I sat up and took her in my arms and cuddled her
against my chest.

"No love, you are very beautiful to me."

"Rafe and Marga both said I'm ugly"

"And you believe *them*?

At the moment, you aren't very pretty.  But -- the
marks will fade and go away in a few weeks.  The
scars that remain will be badges of honor.

I'm working on fattening you up a little.  A
couple of months and your ribs won't show like
that.", I ran a finger down her side, going bump,
bump, bump. She pulled away a bit at the tickle.

"It is a fine nose, shows your Aztec ancestors.
You will grow tits in good time and your hair will
look nice after the hair dresser gets finished with
you in a few days.

Pretty and beautiful are not the same, much like
fucking and making love.

Pretty is good if I am looking at a girl across
the room.  For someone I live with and love, it
has almost zero value.

Ugly is someone like Rafe, who beat up, raped
a kid and made her think she was ugly.

Beautiful is a kid that grabbed onto a chance to
get away from him with both hands and her teeth.
Who bravely moved into an entirely different life
style and is making the transition with little
fuss.  Who has put up with the pain of the bruises
and burns he left without whinging.  Who takes
care of and protects her sisters.  Who looks me in
the eye and demands that I answer hard questions.

You know any kids like that?", I hugged her to me
and let her cry. Vicky and Julie were cuddled up
on either side as I sat on the edge of the bed.

After a few minutes I had Vicky and Julie move,
and throw the covers back.  I lay down in the
middle with Lisa still cuddled to my chest, the
other two got in beside me and covered us all up.

I lay there stroking her back, occasionally kissing
her head.

"You don't like pretty", came the muffled question
from my chest.

"Pretty is always good.  If all I'm doing is
looking, pretty is valuable.  Its more fun to
look at a pretty young girl than an ugly old man.

For someone I'm going to live with for years, it
isn't important.  It isn't bad, but other things
are much more important.", I replied.

After a bit, "Like what?"

"Trust -- can I depend on the person to do what
needs to be done, or if not, tell me what did
happen and why.

Like -- is this a person that I like to have
around me, that I look forward to being with them.

Care -- someone who cares about me, if I am happy
or sad, healthy or sick, rich or poor, and will do
what she can to help with problems.

Strong -- someone who can live her own life along
with sharing mine, who can tell me 'no' when I am
wrong.", I answered her.

Another long pause, "What about love?"

"Love as shown in romance novels and TV is greatly
overrated.  If you have all the bits I listed, you
will have love.  If you have love without them,
you will have hell as well.", was my reply.

A shorter pause, "What about me?"

"How do you fit those four things I listed?", I asked.
A nod against my chest.

I looked at the bedside clock, it said 8:00PM.

"Let's see, it has been about 51 hours since I met
you., just over two days.

Trust -- don't know yet.  So far you haven't given
me any reason not to trust you.  On the other
hand, given your background, it may take a while
to get you trained to look farther than what you
can get away with right now.  And I expect that
lying was a necessary survival skill.  Again, I
expect to need to train you on how and when.

I anticipate problems, We will deal with them.  We
will probably both survive the experience."

I looked down at her, "Sound about right so far."

She blushed a bit, but nodded.

"Like -- I've come to like and admire you in the
two days I've known you. It seems as if you feel
the same way about me.  So long as we don't mess
up too bad, we should be good here.  That one
sound about right to you?"

"Uh huh", from Lisa.

"Care -- I've come to care very much about you
three and believe I have acted to demonstrate that
care.

You seem to care about me, but we haven't had much
opportunity to test that one yet.  Not a problem,
nor expectation of problems, just not much data
yet."

Another nod from Lisa.

"Strong -- someday when I grow up I hope to be
half as strong as you are.  You came out of a
terrible situation with your eyes open and your
head up and are doing a terrific job of adapting
to a new world."

That got me a giggle and a hug. I repaid with a
kiss on her forehead.

She turned onto her stomach on my chest and
wiggled up so her face was above mine.  She kissed
my nose then a much longer kiss with tongue.

This stiffened me right up, she giggled as I rose
and pressed against her buttocks.  She continued
to kiss me and wiggle, I was caressing her bottom
and back.  After a bit she sat up, moved back and
raised up over my cock.  She reached down and
guided it against her pussy lips, rubbing the head
back and fourth in her slit.  She pushed it back
to her vaginal opening and pressed down.  She
wasn't very wet, and I didn't have enough precum
to lube her very well.

After a moment, I reached down, grasped her by the
hips and brought her pussy up to my mouth. I
licked her slit for a minute, working lots of
saliva onto my tongue, then moved her back to my
cock.

This time it slid into her opening for a couple of
inches before coming to a stop from friction from
dry skin.  She raised up, bringing some of her
lube back out, then down again, getting another
half inch.  A few more progressively longer
strokes and she was sitting down in my lap looking
very pleased with herself.

I played with her nipples as she sat there, soon
she started raising up and then sitting back down.
As she established a rhythm, I matched her,
thrusting up to meet her as she descended, and back
down as she raised up.

My first fuck of a preteen girl in many years
didn't last as long as I had promised her, I beat
the three minutes I think, not sure at all that I
made four.

As I came back down from the high, I pulled her
down onto my chest, rubbing her back and ass, and
kissing her forehead, that being as far as I could
reach without pulling her off my softening cock.
I wanted to stay inside her as long as I could, so
held her pushed down a bit, still holding a bit of
a thrust with my hips.

A minute or so later I had softened and when she
giggled she pushed me out.  Having lost the
connection anyway, I pulled her up to where I
could kiss her, she was an enthusiastic
participant.

After a couple of minutes of tonsil hockey, I
raised her up so I could focus on her face.  

"Do you understand a bit better now, the
difference between making love and fucking?"

She pushed down and kissed me once more then
raised back up.

"Uh huh, that was real good."

"The main difference was that I wanted to make it
good for you more than I wanted to come inside you.

And you wanted to make it good for me", I told
her, "Fucking can be very good some times if both
people want to.  Making love is almost always
better."

"Can we do it again?", she asked.

"Not tonight", I replied.

"Why not?"

"Two reasons.  Its getting late and I don't think
I could come three times like that in one night.
And your sisters each get a turn next."

"But Vicky's too little.", she protested.

"Too little to fuck, probably.  Not too little to
cuddle, kiss and be licked", I replied, "She
already proved she can suck."

"I suppose", somewhat grudgingly.  Then kissed me
again, "I love you daddy."

"I love you, daughter.  I'm very glad I stopped at
the rest area."

She wiggled down on me and lay on my chest, her
head tucked under my chin, nearly purring as I
caressed her.  Vicky and Julie took the
opportunity to raise up and take turns kissing me.

A few minutes later, Lisa giggled, "I'm leaking."

Pause -- "I know, I can feel it on my legs."

Pause -- "Should we do anything about it?"

Pause -- "I suppose so."  I had Julie grab a
couple of tissues and pushed them part way into
Lisa's oozing hole.

"Daddy!, that's not nice."

"It worked, didn't it?"

"It doesn't feel very good."

"OK, if that's the way you're gonna be.", I rolled
her off me and sat up, then stood, picked her up,
she sort of melted into my shoulder.  I headed for
the shower with Julie and Vicky following.
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Chapter 8

Next day I called Dr. Alice and started the process
of fixing Julie's arm.

I gave up on the last lump in Julie's hair and cut
it out.  Then I called a friend with kids and got
a recommendation for a place to go to get their
hair worked on.  A slot for the girls would be
available at 10:30 -- we hurried.

I sat down at the computer and typeset some cards.

------------------------------------------

The three girls are Lisa, Julie and Vicky. I found
them at the Franklin Canyon Rest Area, Sunday
night. They came with the bruises and bad hair.

You can ask them if you wish, or call Sheriff
Hebner or Ms. Jones at Children's Services.

They know the whole story.

Jeff Wilson

------------------------------------------

I figured the cards would reduce the amount of
hostile glares, or at least trade them for a
different set of stares.  It worked, sort of, at
least I didn't have any cops try to arrest me for
child abuse while we were shopping.

The hair dressing crew were more shocked at the
state of their hair than they were about the
bruises and the burn on Lisa's hand, at least much
more vocal about it.  I was denounced as a
barbarian, the point that they came with the
tangles and matted lumps was only grudgingly
accepted as a defense.  The manicurist insisted on
doing their nails, hands and feet and refused
payment. After a bit of argument I gave up, but
added twenty to the tip when I paid for the hair
work.

I departed with one girl with short hair, two
girls with very short hair and a large sack of
hair care products with instructions on how to
use them.  We stopped by the home of the friend
with small girls.  She inspected the sack,
instructions and the girls.  We left there with a
much simpler hair care regime planned.

Lunch at Taco Bell, then back to Walmart for a
second load of clothes.  I figured that the cheap
ones would do for now, I had offered a bribe of a
dinner to the friend with the kids.  She laughed
and made a counter offer.  If I would ride herd on
her kids while we shopped, she would go along as a
consultant on a trip to a better department store
and get a few sets of good clothes next week some
time.  We agreed on next Wednesday, after lunch.

The current investment in kids and related costs
had passed three grand.

Back home, I did some measuring and thinking while
the girls tried on new clothes.  We needed two more
dressers in their room.  I had two more unused
bedrooms in the fixed part of the house, I checked
and a king bed would fit OK in one of them.

I called a computer geek friend and told him what
I needed to do.  We agreed on three netbooks,
configured with Linux in an education version, a
file server and print server -- not very powerful,
but one that would allow community storage and
controlled printer usage.  That and a new wireless
router, mine was getting a bit aged, would upgrade
my computer system to meet the new requirements.

A quick look on the Internet showed a number of
choices for home school.  For a bit of money, on
line schools with teachers were available.
Further research and thinking were definitely in my
future, but it looked as if that one should work.

One more call to the friend with small girls, some
contacts and recommendations for day care.  I
planned to try for two or three hours, three days
a week with me in residence.

Several phone calls, and a couple of interviews
over the next few days and I had things set up for
the girls to attend day care from 3 to 6 Tuesday
and Thursday, 8 to 11 on Saturday.  I was to have
a corner where I could read, work and observe.  I
told the supervisor most of the tale, she
understood that the kids had been living rough all
their lives, and the purpose of the day care was
to have them with other kids in a supervised
social/school setting.  That I expected some
problems and planned to be there to monitor and
head things off while they were still small.

The supervisor thought my request was strange, but
after hearing the history of the girls was willing
to try it.

There was some problems, but nearly all the
parents of the other kids were supportive when
they heard the story.

Being kept at home instead of going to day care
seemed to be considered a harsh punishment, a few
sessions of that and Julie and Lisa started being
very careful to avoid starting any trouble.  I
worked on the concept of turning the other cheek,
with the codicil that having turned the second
cheek, one was allowed to protect oneself, but
even then, applying excessive force was still
verboten.

My real ace in the hole was that Lisa turned out
to be very smart in a street smart sort of way,
and in some ways, disciplined to the point of
being scary.  She figured out that she and her
sisters were far far better off with me than they
had ever been, and she monitored herself and her
sisters very closely for anything that seemed to
displease me.  This, on the one hand was very good
because I was able to train her up to have at
least a veneer of civilized behavior fairly
quickly, bad because her judgment of which part of
my reactions were important and which were
unthinking conditioned responses on my part wasn't
very good.  I had to be very careful not to react
to unimportant issues, and to explain some of the
ones that slipped through before she beat up on
herself and her sisters.

The incident at the grocery store on the second
day was an example.  Vicky had begged for candy.
I told her 'No', perhaps a bit more firmly than I
should have.  Lisa had whispered to her to knock
it off, lest I dump them back on the streets or to
the cops. Vicky was terrified that I might.  It had
taken a bit of coaxing that day before she
relaxed, partly because at the time I didn't
understand what the problem was.

I regretted having mentioned dumping them when we
were discussing rules and property damage the
first night.

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

Chapter 9 -- The fourth evening with girls.

After supper, I flipped a coin.  Julie lost the
toss, so Vicky would get my full attention for a
while when we went to bed.  

At eight, I tucked them into their bed.  8:10 had
them back in my lap in the new chair. 8:15 had
them stripping me, they had shed their sleeping
clothes when they left their room. They took turns
sucking me tonight, Julie was the one that got the
load.

After that, we cuddled for a while and a little
before 9:00 I picked up Vicky and went to bed.
Again, I laid her on her back to start, fondling
and kissing her -- talking to her and telling her
how much I loved to play with her this way.  After
a bit I moved down between her legs, then starting
with her face I kissed her face, neck, chest,
pausing at her nipples to give them a good job,
then down her body, pausing to blow a few zoobers
in her belly button.  

When I got her uncurled from that, I worked my way
down her belly and gave a quick lick in her
slit. That got more squeals and giggles, I kissed
for a bit, up and down her thighs, pausing each
time at her pussy.  I had Lisa and Julie get on
each side and suck gently on her nipples, then
started licking her slit for serious, working from
her clit to her vagina and back again, She started
thrusting her hips against my mouth as I worked.
I think I got a small orgasm for her, I'm quite
sure she enjoyed it.

In a few minutes, she seemed to tire, I moved Lisa
and lay back down on that side of her, then turned
her on her stomach and started rubbing her back. I
worked my way down her back, buttocks and legs in
a few minutes, then showed Lisa and Julie how to
use the tips of a few fingers, barely touching
Vicky and moving slowly.

Her breathing slowed, and in a few minutes more,
she was sound asleep.  I lay beside her and moved
her so she on her side in the curve of my arm,
head on my shoulder.

"That was making love?  You didn't cum.  You
ain't even hard.", Lisa asked quietly.

"One way -- do you doubt she enjoyed it?",
nodding at Vicky.

"Yeah, she liked it real good."

"Do you think she feels safe and loved?", I asked.

"Uh, Huh."

"You think she'd rather be anywhere else, doing
anything else right now?"

"Huh, Uh", Lisa shook her head.

"Would you like me do to that with you next time?"

"Uh, Huh, 'specially if you fucked me too."

"Do you think I enjoyed it?"

"Sure seemed like it."

"Making love can be anything from a cuddle and a
few kisses all the way through mad passionate sex.
If you are happy and making me happy, that's all
that counts.", I told her, then gave her a kiss.

Julie leaned over and kissed me, then went to the
foot of the bed and crawled up between my legs.
Much like Lisa had the night before, she took my
cock and started stroking and examining it.  This
quickly firmed it up.  She giggled a bit and
kissed it, continuing to fondle me, combing the
hair on my stomach and pushing my balls back and
fourth.  After five minutes or so of that, she
pushed Lisa aside and came up to my shoulder.
"Lick me", she demanded.  I had to work my arm
from around Vicky and scoot over a bit so she
could get a knee on either side of my head.  I
licked her for bit.  "Get me real slippery like
you did Lisa", she ordered.

She then stood and moved back to my cock, standing
astride my body.  She squatted, I reached down and
grasped her hips and helped support and guide her
as she sat on the end of my cock.  She reached
down and rubbed the head the length of her slit
then positioned it in the pocket of the entrance
to her vagina.  The scrawny seven year old hardly
seemed to weigh anything, I was able to hold her
without any strain. She pressed down on my cock,
held it for a few seconds and lifted up a bit, not
enough to come clear but enough to remove all
pressure.  She then settled back down pushing a
bit harder, raised up and repeated.  Her pussy
opening stretched as she did that, each cycle got
me a little deeper into her.  Five or six cycles
and the head popped through her opening.  It
seemed incredible that this small of a girl could
not only have my cock in her pussy, but was
getting off on it as well.

Julie couldn't take me all in, there was still
about two inches left when the head of my cock
bumped her cervix.

She sat there for a moment, then started doing
shallow knee bends, she could only move a couple
of inches between loosing me at the top of the
stroke and bumping her cervix at the bottom.

This soon woke Vicky, she protested, "It was
supposed to be my turn tonight."

"But you went to sleep", I replied, trying to
tease her a little.

She looked at Julie who had her eyes mostly closed
and her head tipped back.  I was matching her
motion with about 1" strokes.

The thought of fucking a seven year old, along
with the other two naked girls cuddling with me
was too much and I kind of lost it.  I held Julie
stationary for a moment, thrusting into her,
working hard to not bump her cervix too hard nor
fall out at the other end of the stroke, then
stiffened and dumped a big load of cum into her
tight little hole.  Julie got off at the same time
and I could feel her cunt spasms milking my cock
as I came.  We held it for another 30 seconds or
so then she kind of collapsed on my chest.

Julie lay there, breathing hard -- I caressed her
back and buttocks then had Vicky and Lisa get on
each side and rubbed her back, like we had done Vicky
a little while ago.  As happened last night, I
softened and in a few minutes Julie giggled about
something and popped me out, then started dripping
on my belly.  She didn't much like tissues stuffed
in her pussy either so we did a quick shower. 

She thought it was kind of cool to have me press
the shower head against her bottom and fill her
vagina up with warm water, then let it gush back
out.

We dried off, went back to bed and gave Vicky
another session of cuddling, kissing, licking,
backrub and sleep.  This time however, when Vicky
went to sleep, we followed quickly.

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Chapter 10

With the new, short haircuts, brushing hair didn't
take long at all the next morning, they spent more
time brushing mine than I did on theirs, much of
that time was hardly necessary as my current hair
do has a big hole on top and the hair on the sides
and back is long by the standards of my father,
but fairly short by the standards of high school
and college when I was there.  They seemed to be
having fun, and I certainly wasn't going to
protest.

Things had eased up a bit for urgency, so I
composed and sent an email to my two daughters,
Sarah and Andi, telling them of their new foster
sisters.  I deliberately made it brief, figuring
that I would have 'What the hell??' with request
for phone call emails waiting for me when we got
home later.

We loaded up and went off to spend more money.  

Two used dressers and a king bed frame from Good
Will, and a high quality mattress from a sleep shop
along with a couple sets of sheets and a
collection of bed-covers.  Delivery was scheduled
for 2-4pm that afternoon. 

Mid morning meal, then Toys-R-Us furnished some
toys that looked like they might help get the
girls started on math and reading, then with some
guidance and a few vetoes, each girl got two more
toys for play.

Next stop was a big book store. I got a copy of
'Winnie-The-Pooh' and 'The House at Pooh Corner'
and a half dozen Dr. Seuss books.  We spent a half
hour each evening reading from them.  The first
pass through, I read to them.  It took longer than
one might have thought.  Some evenings, two or
three pages were as far as we got by the time I
explained the background of the scene.

When we got home, the expected emails from my
older daughters were waiting.  Half an hour on the
phone later, I had semi serious threats from them
to come rescue their new sisters from me.  I
figured that I should expect them one weekend
soon, they were in college and shared a car.  Gas
money was promised, along with the usual warnings
that appearing on my doorstep unannounced ran a
significant risk of finding an unoccupied
doorstep.

A call to my dentist go an appointment a few weeks
out, a call to the optometrist yielded similar
results.

We had the mid afternoon meal. Feeding them often
seemed to help to establish trust, the rate of
eating was still decreasing.

Furniture arrived, and was set up. The girls and I
spent a while taking tags from clothes and putting
them in the dressers and closet.

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

Chapter 11 -- evening of the fifth day.

Early supper then a sit with the girls in the new
recliner and the first session of reading -- right
or wrong, I started with Pooh, I spent at least as
much time explaining background as I did reading.
Kids that have lived out of a van, with virtually
no parenting are lacking in background that I had
taken entirely for granted.

Not at all surprisingly, within 30 minutes I had
three sleeping girls.  I left them to sleep and
moved to my desk to work for a while.

I got some of the more urgent tasks done, then
thought a bit and composed an email to my older
daughters.

---------------------------------------------

Allie and Sarah --

To give you a bit more background on your new
sisters.

I stopped at the Franklin Canyon Rest Area four
nights ago and found them getting beat up by what
was probably an illegal immigrant.  He was the
leader of a group -- I counted eleven, there may
have been more kids in the van that I never saw.
They, plus these three, were traveling in a
stretch van with all their worldly possessions.

I will let your imaginations fill in the details,
mine suffered from severe back strain when I tried
it.

They are battered, thin to the point of emaciation
and were being used as fuck toys by the males in
the group. Somewhat surprisingly, Lisa, the oldest
sister jumped on the chance to get away from them
when I offered.  When I offered, I was holding a
guy that had been hitting her at gunpoint after he
had threatened me with a switchblade.

Instead of shooting him, I offered him $500 for
the girls and he took it.  Was last seen heading
for Mexico -- hope he will stay there.

At any rate, I made the mistake of feeding them
and being nice to them.  They followed me home and
I haven't been able to get rid of them.  They seem
to feel that since I bought them, I should keep
them.  (I will have to confess that my efforts to
rid myself of them have been pretty feeble --
actually rather negative, comes right down to it.
Oh well, you have accused me of picking up strays
before.)

When you show up -- Two things I can see at the
moment where you should use care.

One) They are not yet convinced that I want them
to stay, they are quite fearful that they will
make me mad and I will dump them.

Please make no jokes that might be construed that
they might lose their place here. No comments
about them stealing your dad.  Try to work into
the role of big sister/mother instead.

Two) Try not to tempt them with opportunities to
steal from you.  Don't need to be real paranoid,
just keep your stuff like you would if staying at
a distant relatives house where you don't know the
kids at all.

They've been living rough all their lives,
especially the last few months. I fully expect that
they stole a significant fraction of what they
were eating since their mother died 'til I
acquired them.  Lying has to have been a survival
skill as well, and I expect that Lisa is very good
at it.

I have no reason to suspect that she has stolen
from me or lied to me about any matter of import,
but I fully expect that 'yet' is the operative
word there.

I told Lisa and Julie up front that not stealing
from me nor lying to me was a condition for them
to stay.  I expect relapses, hope to catch them
early while the problems are little.  I have no
confidence at all that she and Julie will consider
you off limits, but hope that they won't make an
effort to create an opportunity to steal.

I've been feeding them every hour and a half or
two hours when we are awake so the immediate
urgency to forage hasn't been there.

You are, as always, welcome to visit at any time,
see you soon.

Love,
Dad

---------------------------------------------

I reviewed it and sent it off, then woke the girls
for the bedtime dish of ice cream.

I tucked and kissed them into bed, went back to
the new chair and waited to be attacked. 11
minutes on the clock, right on schedule I was
accosted by three naked girls.

Julie had apparently been plotting and scheming
with Lisa because they grabbed my hands, pulled me
out of the chair and towed me into the bedroom.
She pulled me to the foot of the bed, then crawled
to the top and laid on her back in the center of
the bed with her legs spread wide.  Lisa turned me
so she could reach, bent down and stared sucking
and pumping on my cock.  I hardened quickly, she
let go, turned me and pushed me towards Julie.


I crawled up the bed, then moved one of Julie's
legs down straight and moved on up to lay beside
her.

She protested, "I want you inside me."  She
reached down and grasped my erection.

"You do?", I asked, then kissed and stuck my
tongue in her ear.

"Yes!!", she turned her head so I couldn't lick
her ear.  She turned towards me, so I kissed her
nose, then licked her eyelids instead. "I was
inside you and you pulled away."

"Not that way, I want your thing in me."

"OK", I stuck the tip of my finger in her mouth.

"Not that way, put your cock in my cunt."

"What if I'm not ready yet?", I asked, tracing
patterns around her nipples with the tip of one
finger while leaning over her to lick the other
ear.

"But its my turn tonight!", she squeaked.

"Your turn for what?", then kissing her with
little peck kisses all over her face and neck.

"To fuck."

"But I don't want to fuck you.", I said then spent
a moment licking and kissing her flat little
nipples.

She raised up and looked at my rampant cock.  "Yes
you do, you're all hard."

I made a show of looking, "How about that.  It is
hard isn't it.", I lay back down and drew circles
around her nipples with the tip of a finger, then
a pass down her stomach and caressed her pussy for
a moment.

Julie's frustration wasn't improved by Lisa's
giggles as she watched me tease her sister.  I
took a moment to kiss and fondle first Lisa, then
Vicky.

I turned back to Julie and pulled her into a long
kiss, fondling her pussy and rubbing circles
around her clit with a finger.  She arched her
back and thrust her hips against my hand.  I
stayed with her for four or five thrusts, then
removed my hand and used it to fondle her nipples.

"Noo", she moaned and tried to push my hand back
down to her pussy.

I shifted around and started kissing my way down
her body, reaching her pubic mound in about 30
seconds.  Now she was trying to push my mouth onto
her swollen pussy lips.  I teased her for another
30 seconds then moved so I was between her legs
and moved them so they were wide spread.  I had
Vicky and Lisa move on either side and caress and
kiss her nipples while I started giving Julie a
serious tongue lashing.  With the build up, less
than a minute had her cumming.  I kept licking
while she peaked, then came back down, then
immediately crawled up and slid my very hard cock
into her.  She went wild, thrusting against me and
cumming again.  I didn't try to hold back and came
almost at once, filling her with semen.

I held it, pushing against her till she came down
and relaxed, then had Vicky move and collapsed
over onto my side holding Julie impaled on my
cock.  I rolled on over onto my back holding her
down against me while I held the thrust with my
hips.

As before I was only able to stay in her for a
couple of minutes -- soon I softened and she
pushed me out.

This time I had Lisa get a towel to catch the
drips so we could lay there and cuddle for a while.

"Wasn't that better than just fucking?, I asked
Julie after a bit.

"Uh, huh", a nod against my chest.

"Roll over", ordered Lisa, pushing at us.

I rolled onto my side, continuing to hold Julie.
Lisa started rubbing my back lightly with just the
tips of her fingers, moving slowly.  I think I
purred a bit, after a moment I moved Julie onto
her stomach in front of me and started working her
back in the same way.

I had Vicky move to Julie's other side and rub her
legs in the same way I was working on her back.
We stayed there, for fifteen minutes or so, then I
rousted everyone out to take a shower.

A fairly long shower with lots of touching, a
after bedtime bowl of ice cream, and we collapsed
back into bed, this time with cuddles, kisses, and
caresses. The three girls didn't last long before
dropping off to sleep, I followed very shortly.

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Chapter 12

Wednesday we met my friend for lunch then clothes
shopping for a couple of hours.  Each girl got two
full outfits of high quality clothes, one with
pants and one dress with accessories.  I ran a
quick total in my head and noted that stray kids
had cost me nearly $5500 in out of pocket costs so
far -- more than half capital expenditures, but
cash spent anyway.  I was running a bit under
estimate so didn't fret.  Noted that I should
start a spreadsheet at least to track money spent
on them, it might be useful when negotiating with
Ms. Jones or successors.

Soon it was Thursday again.  I got the girls up,
fed and dressed for the one week call by
Ms. Jones.  Bruises still showed on faces and
arms, but fading.  The one week followup with
Dr. Alice had found no unexpected problems.  A
week of being fed well was already showing some in
their condition, they didn't tire nearly as easily
as they had the first few days and their faces had
filled out a little.

Assuming approval for work on Julie's arm, we had
an appointment with an orthopedist early next
week.

Ms. Jones arrived on time.  She noted the hairdos,
the improvement in condition and the fact that the
girls weren't clinging to me full time.  She
expressed amusement at the chair, we were siting
in it, Julie and Lisa on either side and Vicky in
my lap.  The difference was that Vicky was sitting
up and talking to her, Julie and Lisa, while
touching me on either side, were also sitting
upright and bubbling on about the clothes, toys
and books.

She listened while they told her of their week,
Julie and Lisa took her on a tour of their bedroom
and clothes. 

After half an hour, she gave us provisional
approval for long term foster status.  She had
birth certificate equivalents for the girls, as
Lisa, Julie and Vicky Rodriguez, social security
card applications and approval to get Julie's arm
fixed.

Saturday I took the girls to their first session
at day care.  Saturday morning daycare was fairly
sparse, there were only four other kids in
residence -- one of the reasons I choose to have
the first session on a Saturday.

I had gone over the rules with the kids the
evening before -- the essence was no violence, no
matter the provocation.  No cussing at all, and no
yelling at the other kids.  If they tried to take
a toy, let them have it.  If they asked for a toy,
should probably let them have it.

They should participate in any activity the
teachers/attendants suggested and make a real
effort to co-operate.  If they felt they had any
problem at all, they were to come to me and we
would talk about it.  If they felt they couldn't
cope with the other kids or teachers, they could
come sit with me and just watch for a while.

Given my fears and expectations, things went well.
I only hand to scold Vicky once for swatting at
another little boy.  Julie needed a bit of coaxing
to let another girl play with blocks.  Lisa spent
about half her time sitting with me.  She would go
for a while then seem like she reached a limit on
her self control and she would voluntarily
withdraw for a while.

They kept swearing to a minimum, I needed to do
little because they corrected themselves pretty
well.

On the way home I praised them for their efforts.
Lisa got very quiet.  When we got home I took her
and snuggled in the chair for a while, talking to
her.  Being praised was totally foreign to her
life experience and she didn't know how to respond
to it.

Sunday we cleaned house and cooked a full dinner
with home made chocolate pudding and ice cream for
desert.  Turned out that real cooking was nearly
as foreign to them as praise, if a bit less
traumatic.

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

Chapter 13

Monday morning I started them on scheduled school
work.  I figured to just do all three together for
a while and see how it worked out.  My plan was 30
minutes on reading, 15 minutes on coloring with
crayons, both as a break and to work on hand/eye
coordination, 30 minutes on math, another 15
minutes on coloring, then 30 minutes on writing
skills.  A three lap run around the outside of the
house between each of the five classes and a meal
break somewhere in the middle.  I figured to try
one session per day for a week or two then add
more time to speed up the pace.  As soon as
reading skills reached a threshold, I should be
able to start them on computer aided training so
they could work without 100% supervision.

Vicky had no problem keeping up for the first
while -- her relative youth balanced by the fact
that she didn't know she couldn't do the work.  I
wanted her to do it, praised her for her efforts
and success, she took it and ran with it.

Lisa actually had the most trouble, she had failed
so often that she didn't have any expectation of
success.  At three weeks, Vicky was ahead of her
in reading and about even in math.  Vicky's motor
skills were lacking when it came to penmanship,
but her spelling skills were on a par with her
older sisters.

Julie was, as befits a middle sister, in the
middle in most areas, she too had a failure
complex, but not as deep as Lisa.  At about the
three week mark, she kind of got it and started
reading when she didn't have to.  I made it a
point to praise and reward her actions -- it took
two more weeks for Lisa to get over that hump but
she too started reading outside of the class
requirements.

Math, starting out with money, wasn't too bad.  We
started with counting, then simple addition and
subtraction.  All three girls were pretty bright
and knew and cared about money.  That got me
started and I was able to gradually abstract the
arithmetic away from money and get the concept of
bare numbers into their world picture.

Penmanship and spelling was interesting -- it took
a while to get through to Lisa and Julie that they
were desirable. Still though, they were bright
kids and when Lisa decided to work at learning,
things went pretty fast after that.  At the nine
week point she could read the Pooh books out loud
with few stumbles over unfamiliar words, and write
equivalent text so that I could read it.

I did wind up with an unanticipated problem.  Lisa
and Julie would cache food around the house.  The
third time I found some moldy bread and cheese,
this time with ants working on it, I took them to
the store and bought a collection of food that
would keep indefinitely. Stuff that I hoped would
be somewhat edible years later.  Canned Vienna
sausage, hard crackers and raisins in individual
servings and Twinkies.  I put the supplies on a
shelf that the girls could reach easily, and
compelled a promise from Lisa and Julie that they
would only hide food from that shelf.  I promised
that if they reported that their supply was
getting low enough to worry them, that I would
replenish it. 

About a quarter of what I bought was gone when I
checked a few hours later, and there was a
surprising pile of stale, dried out stuff in the
garbage.  I made it a point to thank them for
replacing the perishable food in their hides, and
was careful not to disturb caches of the food I
had furnished them when I found it in the future.

It took a couple of years for Lisa to quit caching
food in odd corners around the house and yard.
The transition was when she came to me and we
discussed, then created a supply of food that
would feed us for several months without power for
refrigeration.  She took over monitoring that
supply and rotating it so it would always be
available.  We never really had to use it, but it
was sometimes nice to know that we had it there in
case of a serious 'Oh Shit'.

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

The orthopedist examined Julie's arm and agreed
that it would benefit from reconstruction, and
that sooner was better than later.

She was scheduled for surgery in the third week of
residence with me.  A week of daycare
socialization took some of the very roughest edges
off of Lisa and Vicky, I had a possible sleepover
available with the friend with girls.

It turned out to be necessary, Julie was OK going
into surgery, I stayed with her till the
anesthesiologist put her under.  

When she started to come out a couple of hours
later she would become frantic if I tried to leave
her.  Even when I was there, she was agitated
enough that her sisters weren't doing well.  I
talked with Lisa, then called the friend who
showed up shortly and took the two girls.

I watched Lisa go into emergency mode -- deal with
the bad situation and protect the sisters -- near
full shutdown of emotions.  I briefed Angela on
what I could see and checked that she had my cell
number, urging her to call if there were problems.

Lisa held it together all night and till mid
morning the next day when Angela brought them
back.  When she saw me, she sort of lost it, I
picked her up and held her while she cried for a
couple of minutes.  Vicky clung, but didn't seem
as distressed.

I made a special point to praise and reward Lisa
for doing what needed to be done under stress.

Julie was doing well enough that we went home
around noon the day after surgery.  She was
somewhat sore, but not, by her standards, in
severe pain.  She had lived through the original
broken arm without a cast or pain killers, she
didn't think this was too bad at all.

The six weeks of cast life passed without
incident, her most vocal complaint was because the
arm was too sore for sex for the first week and a
half.  We both survived with minor scarring.

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

The second Friday night after the arm surgery, we
were awakened at around 2:30AM by having the
lights turned on and the covers dragged off by my
naked older daughters, who then did a quick round
of rock-paper-scissors.  Sarah lost, Andi crawled
up between my legs and started playing with my
cock.  Sarah came to the side of the bed, leaned
over Julie and gave me a deep kiss.

None of this was entirely unscheduled nor
unexpected, emails had been bouncing back and
forth since they discovered that they had little
sisters. They had cut an afternoon class, headed
out and had driven the 500 or so miles to my
house. Joining me in bed was pretty traditional as
well although dragging off the covers wasn't the
normal method of waking me.

I reinforced the warning to be careful of Julie's
arm although most of the sore was finished.

"Do you want us to leave?", asked Lisa, rubbing
her eyes.

"Nope, we just want to borrow Dad for a little
while, but you were here first", responded Sarah,
"You can stay and help or just watch if you want
to.  Or leave if you don't want to stay."

"Help how?", asked Lisa, waking up more.  By now
Andi was sucking on a very erect cock.

"In a few minutes, Dad will be getting close and
she will move up and sit on him.  When she does,
there will be two tits that could be sucked.  Or
if you don't want to suck on hers, you could play
with and suck on Dad's while she fucks him."

While Sarah was saying this she was playing with
my nipple on her side, drawing around it with a
fingertip, then grasping it and rolling it between
her fingers.  This left her leaning over Julie a
bit with her breasts dangling above her.  Julie
reached up with her good hand and touched Andi's
breast.

Sarah looked down at Julie, "Good morning little
sister", then tracing down Julie's stomach towards
her pussy with the hand that wasn't playing with
my nipple, "May I?"

Julie nodded.  Sarah caressed her pussy for a
moment, then started gently rubbing Julie's clit.
She leaned over to give me another kiss, this put
her breast near Julie's face -- Julie latched on
to her nipple and started nursing. Sarah froze for
an instant, then started working Julie's pussy
more actively and kissing me harder.

As expected, Andi moved up and sat on my cock,
wiggled a bit then started moving up and down.
With three girls working on me at once, a couple
of minutes and I started filling Andi with cum.

Andi came too before I started to soften, then
sort of flopped down on my stomach.  I held her
and rubbed her back for a couple of minutes, then
mentioned that breathing was an effort with a 120
lb beautiful lady laying on me.

Sarah asked, and Julie assented, she picked Julie
up and they departed for the girls official bed.
Andi got a wash cloth and washed me and herself
then snuggled up and we all went back to sleep.

Next morning after breakfast I called and told day
care that we had company and the girls wouldn't be
attending.

I was sitting in the recliner with Julie on one
side and Sarah on the other.  After a bit Julie
ask, "Am I a queer now?"

I raised an eyebrow. 

"I spent the night with Sarah, she licked me and I
licked her.  That's what queers do isn't it?"

Sarah responded before I could get my thoughts
organized, "To start with, 'queer' is a bad word
to use. 'Lesbian' would be better.

The short answer to your question is 'No, you
aren't a lesbian."

"Why not", Julie asked, clearly having trouble
phrasing the question she was trying to ask.

I gave it a try, "Did you like having Sarah rub
and lick you and make you cum?"

"Uh, Huh", from Julie.

"Did you like licking Sarah and making her cum?"

"Uh, Huh", once more.

"In that case", I said, you aren't entirely
heterosexual.

"Straight", I added at her look of confusion.

"Would you rather sleep with me and have me lick
you, or sleep with Sarah and have her lick
you?", I asked her.

"With you, Sarah can't fuck me", she replied
positively.

"Then you aren't a lesbian, they only like girls.

What you are, as are most people even though they
won't admit it, is bisexual, leaning towards
preferring guys", I told her.

"What about you?", she asked me.

"Me too, I prefer little girls, then big girls and
little boys. Not very much attracted to other
men", I responded.


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

A few weeks after Julie's cast came off, I got a
call from a former customer.  They wanted me for a
job estimated to take one to two months.  They
were good people to deal with and I was reluctant
to turn them down.  I explained my new lifestyle
and the need for care for the girls -- the short
answer from the manager -- daycare will be
available from 7am till 10pm or later if needed, if
I have to do some of it myself.  Can you be here
Tuesday?

I discussed it with the girls, they were used to
moving around and didn't seem to understand what
the fuss might be. 

Further discussion made it seem as if two to three
weeks on site, then a month or so of work that
could be done remotely, probably with another week
or two on site for finish and cleanup.  A network
connection to my motor home could be arranged. I
suggested, and he agreed to furnish me a secretary
for the duration, he had a grandmother working for
him that was underutilized and deserved a chance
to expand -- he felt that this would be a good
test for versatility, and if she did well he had
plans to move her into a new position.

A phone interview/discussion, the two of them on
one speaker phone and the four of us on another
and we came to an agreement.

I would park the motorhome adjacent to their
facility every work day.  Mrs. Andrews would
secretary for me, monitor the girls and coach as
necessary on their home school work, and take them
to a nearby park for recess analog.  She would
cook/order lunch and dinner and do she and the
girls would do household maintenance while I
worked.  This would allow me to put in 10+ hour
days for the customer, while maintaining contact
with the girls and keeping them supervised and on
track with their work.

I added a codicil to the agreement -- If Mrs
Andrews worked out as well as she sounded, I would
be allowed to subcontract with her for the same
task while working for other companies.  My
customer agreed to a maximum of six weeks per
year.

I had a further private discussion with
Mrs. Andrews, telling her about the girl's history
and my attempts at teaching deportment.  I had
decided to not fuss too much about inappropriate
vocabulary (swearing) rather focusing on when and
how to use it, and when not to -- with emphasis on
how the use of language, demeanor and clothing
allowed one to influence how others saw you,
thereby manipulating them to your advantage.  Lisa
understood the underlying concept almost at once
and was an active participant in the project.

When I explained this to Mrs. Andrews, she went
from shocked, to amused, to a gleeful
co-conspirator in twenty minutes.  I hoped I
hadn't unleashed a couple of monsters on the
world, the notion of Lisa doing strategy with a
coach for tactics was a bit unnerving.

I contacted Ms. Jones, the day care people and the
security firm that monitored my house when I was
off site.

We spent a day cleaning and stocking the motorhome
and arranging the stuff they would need, I got up
and was on the road at 5AM on Sunday.

A few hours later, the three girls were up and we
stopped for breakfast.  Continuing on, I had a
fairly long discussion with Lisa about public face
regarding our relationship.  She understood that
the muggles (everyone else but the six of us, me
and all five daughters) needed to remain unaware
of our sleeping and sexual arrangements, and with
Mrs. Andrews sort of living with us 10 hours or
more per day that public face would be essential.

We then had a shorter session with Vicky and
Julie, they had no problems with it, they had been
accustomed to keeping secrets in a crowded
stressful situation, saw no problem with this
one.

We pulled into the company parking lot around 3PM
on Monday, pretty much right on schedule.
I.T. and plant maintenance came out and we
established network and electrical connections.
Sewer and water would be internal in the daytime,
hooked to the campground systems at night to
replenish the system. 

A 50ish lady showed up shortly and introduced
herself as the expected Mrs. -- Shirley will be
quite sufficient, thank you -- Andrews.

She came with a tote bag that among may other
things, held a high end laptop and cell that
allowed connectivity from just about anyplace.  I
came to suspect that it was a true bag of holding,
she almost never came up short of a needed item.

She spent 20 minutes briefing me on how to use her
secretarial services, then I and the girls spent a
couple of hours getting her up to speed on their
classwork.

Shirley was quite impressed by the progress Lisa
and Julie had made, considering they were
effectively illiterate a little over two months
ago.

She had worked with computer geeks before and
understood that interruptions were OK, but
blocking them up would increase my productivity
for her company.  She got quite good at putting
off trivia till either a scheduled break time or
something of import came up, then giving me the
whole queue and seeing that I noticed all issues.

That and correctly sorting the urgent from stuff
that could be delayed a few hours was invaluable.
I don't know what the company paid her, but
considering what they were paying me, the increase
in efficiency must have paid her wages several
times over.

Three days into the project, things had settled
into a comfortable routine.  I would get up and
drive to the site, to be there and hooked up at
8AM.  Shirley would come in and supervise the
girls with morning tasks, specifically dress and
grooming.

I would take a breakfast break with the girls at
9:00.  

Readin, ritin and ritmatic for the girls till
12:00 noon.  If I didn't have a lunch meeting, I
would join them for lunch.

Shirley and the girls would do various things in
the afternoon, afternoon tea for them, they were
still somewhat underweight. Dinner with them at
7:00, practicing formal dress, manners and place
settings, then she would depart at around 8:30. I
would drive back to the campground, put the girls
to bed and most nights work another two or three
hours.  With her cell and netbook, Shirley was on
duty as secretary for the entire time, physically
present or not.

Shirley turned out to have an art and music
background, she took the opportunity to teach that
for the weeks we were on site -- sometimes taking
them to other places, sometimes working with them
here.  In four days she was grandma to the girls,
both spoken to and of.

That one stuck, 25 years later she was
grandma/great-grandma still, complete with
presents and holidays.

My fears about the skills she taught the girls
regarding social management and deportment were
both fulfilled and soothed.  If I had searched the
entire country, I couldn't have found a better
coach for teaching feminine wiles to the girls.
She was a master at presenting a public face that
was beyond reproach, while taking no bullshit
whatsoever as it touched on matters of import.

She taught Lisa not only what was considered
proper, but why it was done that way, exactly
where the lines were and why, how, when, and how
hard to cross them.  Fortunately she had vowed to
use her powers for good, and even more fortunately
managed to instill that ethos into Lisa and Julie.

Because of her, I remained on site for a full
month, making one trip home for the foster care
status meeting with Ms. Jones.  At the end I had
three little girls that could dress and act like
little angels when they choose, Lisa in particular
was able to turn it on and off with very good
judgment as to when, and could put most adults
down if they got what she considered out of line
with impressive skill.  To quote, She could tell
them to go to hell, and make them look forward to
the trip.

When I departed, I hired Shirley Andrews for three
hours per week of evening online art classes.
Through the home-school networks, she soon had
classes as large as she was willing to supervise,
and a significant improvement in finances.  $7.50 per
kid per session adds up if you go 25 x 3 x 4 That
approximates $2250 per month for 8 hours per week.


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The end (for now)

I kinda' ran dry on this one.  It seems as if
there should be more story here, or at least a
more definitive ending.  I'm going to post it any
way for now, then add to it or fix the ending when
it comes to me.  

Ah well, near 25k words ought to count as a very
short novel, or a very long short story.