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 Peggy The Matchmaker

   by sourdough



   ------ Description: Peggy and her molester meet again.  A sequel to
"Peggy's Date".
Codes: Mf no-sex Blkm



   "Sitting on the park bench-- Eyeing little girls with bad intent."

   The opening lyrics to that well known song might have fit Mr.  Charles
de la Coeur to a tee.  He was sitting on a park bench at the moment and he
was indeed eyeing little girls with bad intent.  Although, if you would
have asked Charles what his true intentions were, he would have maintained
that they were nothing if not honorable.

   But the truth was that Charles was a pedophile.  He liked little girls a
little bit too much.  If he met a young lass he fancied, who was alone and
without proper adult supervision, Charles would do his best to seduce the
little darling.  The middle aged man was very good at it.  The little girl
was sure to become one of Charles' molestation victims.  Mr.  de la Coeur
was convinced his victims never suffered any permanent physical or mental
harm because he had yet to hear of any adverse publicity from his
activities and he intended to keep it that way.

   Of course, Charles was very cautious.  His girlfriends, as he liked to
think of them, never knew his true name and he never frequented a
particular neighborhood for very long.  In fact, this was Charles' first
visit to this part of the city in months.  Yes, life was good for Charles.
Very little could go wrong as long as he remained cautious.

   "Hi, Joseph.  I was just thinking about you and here you are.  What
luck!" Charles was instantly alert.  Joseph was one of the names he used
when on the prowl for young girls.  A young girl was standing nearby who
looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't quite place her.  She looked happy
to see him so Charles wasn't ready to panic.

   "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, young lady." He stood and
bowed politely.

   "My name is Peggy," the pretty girl replied.  "I don't blame you for not
recognizing me, Joseph.  It was dark in the movie theater."

   "Ah yes," said Charles.  The middle aged man now recalled the meeting in
vivid detail.  He remembered how shy and reticent Peggy seemed at first
with his attentions ...  until he started flashing some cash at the little
whore.  After that, the seduction was rather easy with the promise of more
cash and buying her gifts at the mall.  It was rather a quick fuck but
satisfying nonetheless.  (See "Peggy's Date.")

   "You never called," said Peggy.

   "I ...  I'm afraid I lost your phone number, Peggy.  At my age, I'm
afraid it's rather a habit with me losing things ...  and forgetting
things. I'm so very sorry.  I won't let it happen again.  Do you forgive
me?"

   "Of course I forgive you, Joseph.  I'll give you my phone number as long
you promise not to lose it again.  Maybe you should give me your phone
number too."

   "I'm so glad you've forgiven me, darling," Charles replied.  "We'll be
sure to exchange phone numbers.  Well, I'm glad that's out of the way.  How
have you been lately?  How are your mother and your sister?"

   "Mom and Annie are just fine.  They're just over by the playground
equipment." That was a little bit too close for Charles' comfort.  He
wouldn't dare make a move on Peggy within sight of her mother.

   "Is there any chance of you meeting me at the mall?  I do recall my
promise to buy lots of nice things for you there."

   "I'm afraid I'm not allowed much out of my mother's sight after what
happened."

   "What happened?"

   "I got pregnant," Peggy declared.  "I'm going to be a mommy." She pulled
back the slack on her loose fitting top and a small tummy bump was
revealed.

   "My goodness!" Charles exclaimed.  "You're a bit young to be having a
baby, aren't you?" Charles could have predicted the little slut would get
knocked up.  Peggy probably started fucking for every teenage boy in sight
within days of Charles breaking her cherry.  The older man was rapidly
losing interest in the young girl.  The older man was more interested in
younger and fresher meat like Peggy's younger sister Annie.  "Don't tell me
you're going to keep the baby."

   "I want to but my mom says I have to give my baby away for adoption. 
She says we can't afford it and I'm too young to raise a baby anyway."

   "I think your mother knows best," Charles replied.  "Do you know who the
father is?"

   "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I know who the father is."

   "Have you told him he's going to be a daddy?"

   "Do you think I should?  I'd love to see the surprised look on his
face."

   "I don't see why not.  He might want to know." Charles wished he was
there too.  It would most likely be quite amusing.

   "Okay, I will," said the young girl.  "You're going to be a daddy,
Joseph." Charles could feel the blood drain from his face and he felt
faint. "Hey, I was right.  I loved seeing the surprised look on your face."

   "What did you say?"

   "I said--"

   "I heard what you said, child, and I think your little joke is in very
poor taste.  I think it will take a very long time before I consider
forgiving you for your rudeness ...  if ever.  As of this instant our
friendship is at an end.  Goodbye, little girl.  I hope I never lay eyes on
you again." The distraught man turned to make his escape.

   "Oh, I think we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, Mr.  Charles
de la Coeur," Peggy called to the retreating figure.  Charles froze in mid
stride and turned around slowly.

   "What did you say?"

   "I said--"

   "I heard what you said, child.  You ...  you're wrong.  My name is--"

   "--Charles de la Coeur," Peggy said.  "I saw your picture in the
newspaper while I was waiting to see the baby doctor in his waiting room.
You were attending some charity banquet and the newspaper took your
picture. I just knew it was you." Damned newspapers thought Charles.  He
was going to cancel his subscription as soon as he got home.  It would also
be a cold day in hell before he ever attended another charity event.

   "I must bear a close resemblance to this fellow you saw in the
newspaper," said Charles.  "I swear to you I'm not him." Peggy just
shrugged her shoulders and smiled sweetly but Charles could swear he could
detect something ominously menacing and sinister beneath that cute feminine
façade.  "You seem quite certain I'm the father of your child."

   "You're the only one it could be," the twelve year old replied.  "I
haven't had sex with anyone else but you."

   "You have no proof," Charles asserted.

   "I have all the proof I need," Peggy declared triumphantly.  She
caressed her growing tummy to emphasize the point.  "I had to do a lot of
growing up since we first met, Charles.  I learned about how babies are
made and something called DNA.  I also learned what pedophiles are and how
when they're caught, they have to spend a long time in jail; sometimes for
the rest of their lives." Charles fancied himself a pretty cool customer
but in Peggy the middle aged man had met his match.  He could feel himself
breaking out in a sweat.  It was time to bargain.

   "I'm not a rich man, Peggy," said Charles, "but I could give you some
money to make up for any inconvenience you're going through; let's say a
thousand dollars?  You have to keep quiet about me in return."

   "A thousand dollars is a lot of money," Peggy exclaimed.

   "So, do we have a deal?  I could have the money in your hands by the end
of the day anywhere you say.  You could buy a lot of nice things with a
thousand dollars, Peggy." Peggy appeared to think about it for several
seconds.

   "No, thanks," the young girl said finally.

   "What did you say?"

   "I said--"

   "I heard what you said, child.  I'm not made out of money."

   "According to what I read on the internet, you're plenty rich."

   "Don't believe everything you read on the internet." Curse Google
thought Charles.

   "I'll take my chances," the young girl replied.  Charles sighed deeply.
This was going to be harder than he thought dealing with this blackmailing
little bitch.  That's all it could be called; out and out blackmail.  It
was a sad day in America when the country's youth were brought up to be
blackmailers.

   "Just how much money will keep your mouth shut, young lady?  How about a
thousand dollars a month?"

   "I don't want your money exactly," said Peggy.

   "Then what exactly do you want?" Charles knew he wasn't going to get off
easily.

   "I want to raise our baby.  I want us to become a family." Charles
almost burst out laughing but he quickly controlled himself.  He couldn't
afford to offend the little bitch.

   "I can't marry you, darling," Charles protested, "as much as I'd love
to. Consider the difference in our age.  There would be too many questions
asked and you don't want to be hooked up with an old man, do you?" Charles
hoped the young girl could see reason.

   "I've got it all figured out," Peggy replied.  "You don't marry me.  You
marry my mom.  Then you tell her I can keep the baby." Charles could feel
his blood pressure soaring.  This was rapidly getting out of control.

   "I can't marry your mother."

   "Why not?  You're not married, are you?  I know you're not.  I checked.
She isn't either."

   "But ...  I don't even know the woman, your mother.  We can't possibly
have anything in common."

   "That doesn't matter to me.  I'll introduce you two right now.  My mom's
a nice lady.  You'll like her eventually.  I know she'll like you right
away.  She's been looking for a boyfriend for a long time.  She won't care
how old you are."

   "I don't think I want to even meet your mother, little girl, let alone
marry her.  I find I cherish my privacy." He wasn't surprised to hear
Peggy's mother had trouble attracting men.  It was no wonder with children
like this monster he was up against.

   "I hear they don't give you much privacy in jail." The middle aged man
began to despair.  The little girl was blackmailing him and he couldn't
think of a way out.  Charles de la Coeur always knew there was a
possibility he might come under suspicion as a child molester.  He could
afford the best legal defense possible, but how could even the best legal
defense explain away the child growing inside the child's belly?  No, it
couldn't be explained away.  Would he even be able to survive the briefest
time in jail?  The other prisoners hated suspected child molesters and he'd
heard of at least one incident where a man mistakenly labeled a child
molester was beaten to death inside the jailhouse.

   There was only one thing to do.  He took a quick look around.  No one
was looking his way.  Peggy was taken by complete surprise.  The man
grabbed her and pulled her behind a nearby stand of trees.  A hand over her
mouth stifled the pretty girl's frantic screams.  "You didn't think I'd let
you get away with blackmailing me, did you?  There's only one solution for
your kind." The young girl's frightened eyes pleaded for mercy but Charles
de la Coeur wasn't going to show her any.  He adjusted the hand covering
the youngster's mouth until it also covered her nose.  She began to
suffocate.  Charles sped up the process of Peggy's death by squeezing her
windpipe with the other hand.  It was all over in less than a minute. 
Peggy slumped lifeless to the ground.  Just to make sure the job was done
right Charles picked up a fist-sized rock and smashed the girl's skull as a
coup de grace.  Blood, brain tissue and skull fragments mussed the
youngster's once pretty hair.  Feeling quite relaxed and happy, Charles
brushed some soil from his clothes and strolled off down the path toward
his car.

   "What are you thinking, Charles?"

   "N-nothing," the older man replied.  Charles was capable of a lot of
things but he was no murderer.  It was a nice fantasy though.  He thought
he could probably make a run for it.  Most of his assets were liquid and
his passport was up to date.  His face was well known though and it would
probably be a matter of months or even weeks before an Interpol alert
tracked him down.  The local authorities would arrest and extradite him to
face trial in the States.

   "Where are you going?"

   "I'm going home, little girl," said Charles.  "I'm not going to listen
to you any longer." He was going to take the chance Peggy was bluffing.  At
least he hoped she was bluffing.

   "I'm not bluffing," the young girl replied as if reading his mind. 
Charles was determined to ignore her threat.  He continued walking until a
blood curdling scream from behind forced him to turn around.

   "I guess you're not bluffing," gasped Charles.  Everyone was looking
their way now.  He imagined every cell phone in the park was dialing the
emergency number.

   "Are you all right, Peggy?  What happened?" A woman Charles recognized
as Peggy's mother was rushing to her daughter's side.

   "A lizard ran in front of me, Mom."

   "A lizard ran in front of you?"

   "It was a big lizard."

   "My gosh!  You nearly scared me to death.  I thought something really
bad had happened.  I'm sorry," Marilyn told Charles.  "It looks as if my
daughter put a scare into you too."

   "No harm done, madam," Charles replied.  "In fact, it gives me the
opportunity to tell you what a lovely young lady you have as a daughter. 
You and your husband must be very proud of her."

   "Thank you," the beaming mother replied.  "Peggy and her sister are
handfuls though ...  especially since I'm divorced.  My name is Marilyn
Harrison."

   "Charles de la Coeur, madam, at your service," said Charles.  "Did you
say you have two lovely daughters?  You are doubly fortunate, madam."

   "Call me Marilyn.  Are you married, Mr.  de la Coeur?"

   "I have yet to experience matrimonial bliss, Marilyn."

   "What?"

   "I am still single.  However circumstances do change.  May I have the
pleasure of your and your daughters' company for lunch this afternoon?" He
could see Peggy smiling and nodding in approval.  The little bitch!

   "I'd love nothing better," Marilyn gushed.  "Uh, I have to find Annie.
I'll be right back."

   "Don't worry," said Peggy after her mother left to retrieve Annie.  "It
won't be so bad.  Since I'm already pregnant, you can fuck me all you want.
I really enjoyed what we did and I missed you terribly.  Now we'll be
together.  I don't even care if you do Annie as long as you don't get her
pregnant too.  Annie and I will invite little girls over to our house and
no one will be the wiser.  You can take your pick.  Best of all, you can
watch our baby grow up.  Won't that be fun?"

   "I can hardly wait," said Charles without much enthusiasm.  Having a
harem of little girls wouldn't be worth the price he was expected to pay.
He used a straight razor to shave which he preferred over the more modern
devices.  He thought it might be better to use it to slash his own throat
when he got home and get it over with rather than suffer from an
agonizingly slow death.

   Well, Charles de la Coeur has a tough choice ahead of him; either marry
Marilyn or slash his own throat.  Most of you are probably thinking Charles
is getting his just desserts but I kind of feel sorry for him.  Let's leave
him alone for now.  He does deserve his privacy ...  sorry.

   ------ The End ------