Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mg* ped 1st cons rom inc preg anal oral mc ScFi Author: YAWN - Yet Another Writing Newbie. Copyright 2010-2011 YAWN Electronic distribution permission granted to asstr.org. Permission for any other use must be obtained by contacting the author via asstr.org. If you can't tell this is fiction from the copyright date and the story dates, you're either not old enough or not smart enough to be reading it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tuesday, 11 August 2015 02:55 BRATTT! BRATTT! BRATTT! "DADDEEE!" What the ...? BRATTT! BRATTT! BRATTT! "DADDEEE!" That's the fire alarm. And Molly's terrified! That's all we need - to be burned out of the hotel. "Molly. Molly! Molly, Honey! Molly!" "Daddy? No, you said 'Honey'. Uncle George? Why are you here? Where are we? Why is it dark? Where are Daddy and Mommy?" "Honey, we're in a hotel and the noise is the fire alarm." It's dark in the room - where's the flashlight? "What noise? Hotel? Oh, I remember - Daddy and Mommy are dead and you want to be my new Daddy!" Any smoke at the door? No. Door hot? No. OK, probably safe to go out and use the stairs. "Honey, if there's been a fire, we'll have to leave the hotel. Get your jeans and shoes on." Get my jeans for the wallet and the keys. Get shoes. Wait - Molly's right, it's quiet. What gives? Phone systems usually have some kind of battery backup - anything on the 'hotel information' number? 'We regret that the fire alarm was activated by a partial power failure to the building. The elevators and most of the room lighting are affected. The power company tells us that repairs will not be completed until noon today (Tuesday). There will be no hot water or restaurant service in the morning. If you wish to leave the hotel, we will help you find other accommodations.' We already have other accommodations. I'll jam everything into the two bags and be ready to go if I can get help with them. Knock! Knock! "Yes?" "Sir, we're checking all the rooms that have children or handicapped people in them. If you wish to leave the hotel, I will help you with your bags." Click! "Come in. We'll be ready as soon as Molly gets her shoes on; we only have the two bags." "Do you need other accommodations, sir?" "No, just a taxi - we were offered other accommodations earlier in the evening and I have the keys in my pocket." Molly's awake, but barely. Helping her stumble down the stairs is much harder than carrying her on the elevator. Glad it's only four floors. The lobby is a madhouse - wall to wall people - how will we even get to the street? "This way, sir. We'll go through the kitchen." "Wait a minute. Adam, is it?" "Yes, sir." "Does the hotel have an emergency generator?" "Yes, sir. But it didn't start." "I was a mechanic in one of my previous lives. Show me where the generator is." "Are you sure, sir? It's not a safe place for a child." "Molly, I'm going to check the generator that provides electricity for the hotel when the power goes off. Are you awake enough to hold the flashlight for me?" "Yes, Uncle George." "You also need to be ready to put your fingers in your ears. When the generator starts, it will be very loud." "OK." It's a diesel, but not as big as I expected - it may have been sized to power part of the lights and only one of the elevators. Log shows maintenance about 6 months ago - but no increase on the hour meter since. No wonder - the autostart switch was left in the manual start position. After 6 months of no test runs, the injectors have probably lost their prime. "Are there any tools down here?" "Yes sir, under the workbench." "Bring the box over here - and find some rags or paper towels. Molly, shine the light in the box so I can find the wrenches I need." "OK, Uncle George." "Adam, I'm going to loosen the fuel lines, then turn the engine over. I'll need you to catch the fuel when it runs out. I need you to tell me when all 4 lines run clear - no bubbles." "Yes, sir." Whir! Whump! Whump! Whump! At least the battery seems OK. "Sir, 3 of the lines are OK, but one still has bubbles." "Which one has bubbles?" "This one." "OK. I'll tighten the other lines and then try again." Whir! Whump! Whump! "It's clear!" "Thanks, Adam. I'll tighten that one and we'll try a full start. Fingers in your ears Molly." "Yes Uncle George." Whir! Whump! Whump! Whump!Whump! Whump!Whump!Whump! Roar! "Operate the transfer switch now, sir?" "No, Adam. We'll let it run a minute or two to warm up before putting a load on it." Two minutes. Switch back to automatic. And we have light! "There's a cab waiting for you out back sir." "Don't I need to settle up for the days we've been here?" "We'll call when commercial power is restored if we need anything from you, sir. Since you got the generator running, I think you may be getting a refund for the days you've been here." Refund? I'll take it! Is that Albert's cab? What's he doing here? "Morning, sir. I won't say 'good morning' because 3AM is rarely a good time." "Morning, Albert. How did you get here?" "Bob called, sir. Said you would need transportation." Bob? Oh, yes, Bob Jackson, the night manager. "Thank him for me, Albert, and thank you for coming out in the middle of the night. We have another place - the address is on the key tag." "Yes sir. That's a very nice address." "Diane's uncle said we could stay there until the custody hearing is over." "Be sure and read the plaques at the entrance during the day tomorrow. I think you'll appreciate them." Plaques at the entrance? What kind of place is this? That's for tomorrow. For tonight, the only important thing is getting Molly and me back in bed. "Sir?" "Yes, Albert?" "I know you won't have an opportunity to shop for food, so breakfast is in the small cooler back there." "Thank you, Albert." This guy thinks of everything. Wonder if he was Special Forces or something? +What's Special Forces? +I didn't know you were still awake, Honey. Special Forces is a military group that handles especially difficult and dangerous things. They have to plan every little step very carefully. That kind of planning stays with you when you do other things. +OK. Will you rub my back? +Yes, Honey. +Lower down. +OK. +No, lower than that. +No, Molly. I'll rub you back to help you get back to sleep, but no butt rubs in the cab. +You're mean! +No, Honey. Just careful. Do you want to sleep with me when we get to the house we're staying in? +Yes! Can we sleep naked? +If I can get your clothes off after you're asleep. +OK. "How far is it, Albert?" "About 20 more minutes, sir. I expect Molly will be asleep before we get there." "You're probably right, Albert." Gated property in this area? Didn't think they allowed fences in the front, let alone serious metal fences and huge gates. This must be some place important. "Sir, the remote for the gate is on the keyring for the car. The gates open automatically for exit, or you can lock them open or closed." "Thanks, Albert. I'll read the signs when we go out during the day." "What time would you like for us to meet you at Daniel's house to continue the cleanout?" "Say, 10 AM? Molly is usually up by 8, but I'll set an alarm clock anyway." "If there are things you want to bring back here, Bobby can drive his SUV and bring them over for you. There's not much space in an old VW." "Thanks, Albert. I know that I need to look through Daniel's and Diane's computers for things I may need to know about. There are probably some more financial records as well. Molly knows where most of these things are - either because Daniel made a point of telling her or Diane made a production of hiding things." "It's hard to hide things from a smart kid." "You are so right, Albert." "Not sure if I should say 'good night' or 'good morning', so I'll just leave with 'see you later'." "Good choice, Albert. See you later." Molly's still out. At least the sneakers are easier to remove than the boots would have been. One green sock and one purple sock? Well, they match her shirt with its purple and green stripes. Elastic waist jeans come off easily, bringing the princess panties down to her knees - might as well take them off, she wanted to sleep naked. Now the shirt - it's a snugger fit and getting over her head will be harder. Done - and she's still asleep. My beautiful Molly, with all her charms displayed. I could kiss every inch from head to toe, but that might wake her up and would take hours - I need sleep too. OK, I'm naked, just as she asked. Snuggle her in spoon fashion - how soft and warm and cuddly she is. I could enjoy this for hour...