Having Faith, Chapter 1

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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gi, Mult, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Pedophilia, Lolita,
Coercion, Blackmail, Drunk/Drugged, Incest, Father~Daughter, Gang
Bang, Group Sex, Interracial, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex,
Masturbation, Toys, Lactation, Pregnancy, Cream Pie,
Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, Caution, Prost

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A new city, a new job and new friends puts Jack in a stressful
situation as he struggles with his conscience over his
involvement in the sexual exploitation of a co-worker's young
daughter. Sex, pornography and blackmail sends his world out of
control as he sucked farther into the abyss with no end in sight.
Will he do the right thing to save her or join the ranks of the
countless others?

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"Ya'll the new guy, right?" a deep voice from behind me called
out with a thick Southern accent. I turned to see a chubby man a
few years older than myself grinning at me so wide I thought his
face would crack.

"Yes, I started yesterday," I replied stopping to find out what
he wanted.

"I'm Carl, nice to meet ya'll," he said extending his hand.

"Jack," I replied shaking it.

"So, Jack, you wanna stop by my place for a few beers? Kinda
celebrate ya'lls new job."

"I don't know, Carl, I just moved into my apartment a couple of
days ago and I'm still settling in. Maybe another time."

"Nonsense, ya'll got all weekend to move ya'll shit 'round, come
on and have a few brewskis, it'll help ya'll unwind after a long
work day."

I stared at the pudgy man with a shirt so tight he threatened to
pop the buttons with a single cough. Hell why not? "I guess it
couldn't hurt to have one beer."

"That's the spirit, son! Trust me, after a couple of cold ones,
ya'll forget all about work and all the crap waitin' fer ya'll
back at ya'll apartment," he said putting his arm around my
shoulder. I smiled. He seemed nice enough although getting a
whiff of his arm pits made me turn my head.

"Where do you live?" I asked cautiously still unsure why he was
inviting me to go to his house.

"Not too far. Just outside the city offa King Highway. Let's go
clock out I'll meet ya'll back in the parking lot to follow me
home."

"Okay, sure," I said following him into the building. One thing I
noticed right away was how well received he was as everyone
seemed to know him and greeted him like a long lost brother. He
was laughing and joking, shaking hands, patting guys on the back
and even gave a couple of older guys a "bear" hugs. I felt
uncomfortable as everyone seemed to be staring at me as I
followed behind him and a few stifled a laugh. I wasn't sure what
I was getting into, but figured it couldn't be too bad, if it's
just a beer or two.

Tampa had a booming economy and I made my way there for work. It
didn't take me long to find a job in construction and at eleven
dollars an hour I thought I was doing pretty good. Sure beats the
minimum wage warehouse clerical job I had up north. I didn't care
for working outside in the summer heat and the physical labor,
but you do what you have to. We were working on a new high rise
and had a crew of over a hundred guys scattered all over the
site, most of which I hadn't met yet.

"Ya'll comin'?" Carl called out as I lingered near the time clock
just a little too long.

"Yea, I'll catch up with you. Let me hit the head first," I said
turning to look at the two guys snickering behind me.

"Ya'll can use mine at home. It's just a few minutes down the
road. Gemme your cell number just in case ya'll get lost."
Shrugging my shoulders I left following him to the parking lot
while he wrote down my number. Jumping into my car I waited for
him by the gate until he approached. His ratty old Ford pickup
had seen its better days and looked as if it had been driven in a
demolition derby. The smoke pouring from the back caused me to
follow a few car lengths back just to get fresh air. I really did
need to pee and his house seemed a lot farther than I thought.

Very few houses were on his street and the driveway was obscured
by large bushes. The narrow path lined with dying shrubs had been
a gravel road at one time but now it was mostly dirt, mud and pot
holes. My poor old Buick bounced up and down as I swerved
repeatedly to avoid the bigger ones. Beyond the thick brush and
Palmetto trees his house came into view and I must say it wasn't
any better than his truck. The front screen door was missing the
top hinge and listed hard to one side. The place looked as if it
should be condemned and desperately needed some work and a couple
of coats of paint. The weeds were knee high, a junk car on blocks
was on the side of the house and tools, trash and toys littered
the yard. An old coon dog slept on the porch and raised its head
as I closed my car door with a bang.

"It ain't much, but its home," he said turning toward the house.
Hesitantly I followed. The porch on the termite-ridden
ranch-style house creaked as we walked and two of the boards were
missing. There wasn't a door knob and the door was held closed by
a deadbolt. One of the door's windows was broken with a piece of
card board taped over the hole. As the door squeaked open the
musty odor from inside made me hold my breath. I was already
regretting this decision. I'd have one beer and make a quick
exodus from this shit-hole.

"Have a seat," he instructed as he tossed his keys onto the small
table near the door. Slowly I entered, noticing how dingy and
dark the house was. It was just after 5 pm and the sun wouldn't
be down for a couple of hours but it looked almost like dusk
inside the house. He turned on a table lamp exposing the grungy
room. The outside definitely looked better.

A round dinner table was crowded with folding chairs and dozens
more were folded and lining the far wall. Two tattered,
overstuffed chairs were across from a beat up old couch with
bricks for legs. I smiled seeing the patchwork done to the fabric
and hadn't really thought of using duct tape to repair furniture
holes but if it works, who am I to judge? The brown shag carpet
had years of foot traffic marks and I was very sure it wasn't
supposed to be that color. A few pictures were hanging on the
filthy walls and old containers of fast food and empty beer
bottles littered the room.

I sat gingerly between the strips of tape on the couch keeping
alert for anything that may come crawling out from the woodwork.
Carl entered the room holding two bottles of beer. Mine was cold
and already opened which didn't concern me at the time. "Ya'll
wanna watch some TV? He asked aiming a grimy black remote control
toward the old console. Scotch tape was wrapped around the
handle, holding the batteries in as the back was missing.

"Naw, that's okay, I can't stay for long anyway. I got things to
take care of," I said taking my first swig of the off-brand
drink. A porno played silently on the TV as we talked. We
discussed work and fishing before he told me a little about Tampa
and then he told me a little about himself. I found out Carl's ex
walked out on him about nine years ago and he sees her once or
twice a year. He has a nine-year-old daughter, enjoys fishing,
sports, watching TV and drinking beer. He's originally from
Alabama and lived in the Tampa Bay area for about six years.

I finished my beer as he talked and excused myself to use the
bathroom. I couldn't hold it any longer.

Faith!" he yelled out startling me. "Get ya'll ass out here,
NOW!" he shouted. I had just stood up when he began his bellowing
and wondered who in the world he could be calling. I thought he
lived alone as he never mentioned a wife or girlfriend. Seconds
later a scrawny young girl in baggy clothes appeared in the
doorway of the hallway and stood smiling at me. Her hands were
behind her back as she slowly twisted from side to side.

"That's my kid," Carl said pulling his dingy shirt off and
throwing it in her direction. She scurried for it, grabbing it
just as it hit the floor. "Show 'em the pisser," he ordered. She
wasted no time turning for me to follow her.

The rest of the house was just as filthy and grubby as the front
room and I was thankful that I didn't need to take a crap. The
damn thing looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years and had
shit caked on the inner seat. The door knob was missing from and
it wouldn't stay closed. I didn't care as I really needed to pee.
The toilet didn't have a handle but the lid was off which made it
easier to pull the chain to flush.

After zipping, I turned to see that Faith was still in the
hallway staring at me with a smile. I felt embarrassed as she may
have seen my cock but figured it was just childish curiosity. I
didn't even bother washing my hands in the filthy sink and
stepped out into the hallway to make my way out of the pig sty. I
had been there long enough and had seen all that I wanted to. The
girl lagged behind me, doubling her pace to keep up.

"Thanks for the beer," I said entering the living room. "But I
really need to get going."

"One more," he insisted.

"No, really, I have to go," I reaffirmed.

"Faith, gettus another beer," he told the girl who quickly rushed
toward the kitchen. "One more," he insisted. "Ya'll ain't told me
nothing about ya'll-self."

"There isn't much to say. I'm twenty-six, divorced and moved here
a week ago to start over fresh."

"Sit and tell me some more. What do ya'll like to do fer fun?" By
this time the girl had appeared with two beers and handed me one.
I sighed. I didn't really want another, but I didn't want to seem
rude. "Cheers," he said raising his bottle.

"Okay, but this is the last one!" I said repeating the gesture
before bringing it to my lips. I returned to the couch and Faith
sat in one of the chairs directly across from me. I hadn't really
paid much attention to her and kept turning my head away as she
was staring at me with a devilish grin. From what I saw, she
seemed to be about the average height for a nine-year-old but was
bone thin with short brown hair and big brown eyes. She wasn't
what I'd call beautiful but wasn't ugly either, kind of a plain
Jane.

"Ya'll fish?" he asked taking my attention from the girl.

"Huh? Uh, well, yea, sometimes, but I haven't been in years." He
took a big sip of his beer and looked between me and his daughter
several times, remaining silent for a very long minute.

"She looks a lot like her momma," he said out of the blue as I
glanced once more at her. Her clothes were as dingy as his and
looked to be two sizes too big. I had noticed how baggy her
shorts were when I followed her to the bathroom as she had to
keep pulling them up. Her top was a spaghetti string top with a
plunging neck line that fell just short of exposing her nipples.

"Get my cigarettes," he barked putting his feet on the coffee
table. Faith leaned forward to get the pack of Doral's from the
coffee table and accidentally exposed her budding nipples to me.
I stared at the small nubs unable to pull my eyes away. The loose
shirt dropped open so much that I could see her pink shorts
through the openings. I swallowed hard. I wasn't a pedophile but
for some odd reason I felt myself getting hard at the sight of
the young girl. I turned my head back to Carl, not wanting to be
caught staring lustfully at his underage daughter.

He had a smirk on his face but didn't say anything about me
ogling Faith. "We need to go fishing some day," he said blowing a
puff of smoke into the air.

"Yea, sure, but I need to get going," I reminded him setting my
half-empty bottle on the table.

"Not so fast. Go on and finish the beer. Ya'll don't wanna waste
good beer right?" I looked at the bottle then at him.

"No, I guess not," I replied reaching for it. Faith had returned
to her seat and she was now leaning against the back with her
heels on the cushion. Her legs were parted and she was smiling at
me though the 'V'. I took a gulp of the beer hoping to finish it
quickly so that I could get out of there. My cock was fully erect
and threatening to burst out of my jeans.

As I tilted the bottle once again, my eyes drifted along her
inner thighs to the gaping hole of her shorts and I chocked on my
beer as I discovered that she wasn't wearing panties. I went into
a coughing spell with Carl moving closer to pat my back.

"Ya'll alright, Son?" He asked pounding on my back harder.

"Yea," I sputtered, gasping for air. My eyes were watering, my
throat was burning and I couldn't catch my breath.

"Faith, get 'em some water!" he yelled and she shot out of the
chair like a rocket. My coughing slowed but I still felt weird
when she returned with a discolored glass. I took it not wanting
to insult my host and swallowed a mouthful of nasty-tasting
water.

"I should go now," I said standing to leave.

"Hold on jussa while," Carl said standing alongside of me. "I
gotta run down to the corner store fer some smokes. Ya'll mind
waitin' a spell 'til I get back?"

"Why?" I asked wiping my teary eyes.

"I don't wanna leave Faith by herself."

Turning to the girl, I saw she was once again perched in the
chair, her legs slightly spread. I gulped.

"It won't take me long. Jussa few minutes. I'll be back 'fore
ya'll know it."

Another glance at the girl told me I should leave. It wasn't
anything that was said or done, just the mischievous expression
on her face. "Just a few minutes?"

"Yep, I promise. Two shakes of a lamb's tail."

I exhaled deeply. What could happen in a few minutes? "Sure, I'll
stay with her, just until you get back," I said sitting back
down. "Then I really have to go." I figured I'd finish my beer
and be gone as soon as he pulled into the driveway. One thing was
for sure, I'll never step another foot back into this cesspool.

"Great, I owe ya'll one," he said rushing toward the door for his
keys. Slipping outside the door was shut and I heard the dead
bolt lock. I turned toward the door wondering why he needed to
lock it and felt Faith sitting next to me.

"Wass ya'll name?" she asked sitting so close that her bare leg
was against my jeans.

"Jack."

"I like that name," she replied with a smile, her accent just as
thick as her father's.

"I like yours too," I said returning the smile, "Faith."

"Ya'll gotta wife?"

"No, I'm divorced," I responded before realizing that she didn't
need to know that.

"Ya'll gotta girlfriend?"

"What's with all the questions?"

"I dunno. Juss wonderin' that's all."

"No, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Me neither," she said smirking. "I mean I don't got no
boyfriend. I dumped him." That last comment actually made me
laugh. What in the world would a nine-year-old girl know about
having a boyfriend? "Ya'll can be my new boyfriend," she added
putting her hand on my leg. "If ya'll wanna."

"Uh, Faith, I think you're a little too young to be thinking
about having a boyfriend."

"No I ain't!" she protested and quickly placed her hand on my
crotch. I jumped.

"You shouldn't touch men there, Faith, it's not, er, nice," I
said pulling her fingers away.

"Ya'll don't like it?"

"Not from you," I said before realizing my mistake. "I mean not
from someone your age."

"Ya'll ain't gay or nothin', are ya'll? I mean ya'll DO like
girls, right?"

"Yes I do, but older ones."

"I'm older."

"You're too young, Faith. Maybe in about ten years, but not right
now."

"My daddy says I'm boy really crazy. Ya'll know what that means?"

"Yes, but why does he say that?"

"'Cause I like boys," she said smiling up at me. "A lot," she
added returning her hand to my crotch. I swallowed hard looking
down to see her perky little nipples were clearly visible down
the front of her shirt. They looked like fleshy little gumdrops
perched neatly on her chest. I swallowed again realizing what I
was thinking. I had to change the subject and think about
something else.

"What, er, what grade are you in?" I asked diverting my eyes away
from her blossoming breasts.

"I ain't gotta go to school, I'm learned at home."

"You're home schooled? By who?"

"My daddy."

That in itself was comical. Carl is about the least qualified
person I know of to teach anyone anything about school. My
thoughts were shattered when I felt her squeeze. Her hand was
still on my crotch and she discovered my erection. I couldn't
believe how hard I was and the thought that it's caused by a
nine-year-old girl made me worry. I wasn't into little kids. Was
I? She shifted, getting on her knees to straddle my lap.

"Faith! What are you doing!?!" I asked as she pressed her small
chest against my face. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she slid
lower and pulled my face toward hers and I just froze. I couldn't
move a muscle as her lips found mine and her little tongue
wiggled its way into my mouth. Her hands went between us as she
sought out my manhood. I felt her fingers fumbling around and I
cringed when she began trying to unbutton my pants.

"STOP!" I yelled, flipping her to the side. "I gotta go," I added
standing up. The button on my jeans was undone and the bulge in
my pants was very pronounced which made me embarrassed when I
noticed her staring at it.

"Ya'll 'posed to wait for my daddy to come home."

"I'm sorry, but I need to go!" I repeated heading for the door.
Without a knob and the dead bolt locked, there was no way out. I
needed to find another way out. "The kitchen should have a door,"
I mumbled to myself and rushed in that direction. The back door
was opened, but there was a locked security door with another
dead bolt. "Shit!"

"Don't worry none, my daddy will be home soon and ya'll can leave
if ya'll wanna," she informed me as she walked closer. I turned
around and gulped hard. She had taken off her clothes and was now
completely naked!

"FAITH! Where are your clothes!?!?"

"I took 'em off. Ya'll can take off yours too if ya'll wanna."

"No, that's okay. I'm fine the way I am. Please put yours back
on."

"I like being neked."

"Please, Faith. I don't want your father to come back and find
you like that," I begged stepping backward into the security door
as she continued her approach.

"Wanna see my room? I thank ya'll like it. I gotta big old comfy
bed," she added with a wink.

"NO I DON'T! I just want to get out of here. Do you have the key
to this door?"

"Yep. In my room."

"Can you go get it?"

"No. Ya'll gotta come 'n get it," she replied with a sly grin
reaching out to touch my stomach.

"Please, Faith I don't want anything to happen here so just go
get the key and we'll forget all about this, okay?"

"Ya'll gotta pay me fer it."

"HUH? What do you mean?"

"Gemme me fifty dollars and I'll get ya'll the key."

"That's extortion!"

"What's that mean?"

"It means you're trying to get money from me through coercion."

"What's that mean?"

"You know what, never mind. I'll give you the money, just get the
key!"

"Money first," she said extending her hand. Angrily I pulled out
my wallet and fished out the only two bills I had. A five and a
twenty. That's only half of what she asked for but what am I
going to do?

"Here," I said shoving the money into her hand, keeping the
twenty on top. She looked at it before smiling and turning to
leave, swaying her little naked ass as she walked. She didn't
know enough about money to realize that I shorted her but who
cares. I just wanted to get out of this fucking house. From the
doorway she turned and blew me a kiss. I hated myself for the
thoughts I was having about her and adjusted my erection for the
second time in as many minutes. Damn, why am I so fucking hard?
It's been a few weeks since I last jerked off, but this boner is
hurting like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Stepping away from the door I glanced around the filthy kitchen.
I don't think there was a clean dish in the house as the sink was
over flowing with them. Dirty counters and floors, crud and grime
every-where you look and grease all over, even on the ceiling. I
noticed a Ziploc sandwich baggie on the far counter with several
blue pills inside. Curious I went to it, lifting the bag with a
smile as I recognized the shape as Viagra.

"Poor Carl needs a little help in the sack I see," I muttered
shortly before and my stomach dropped. "Oh please don't tell me
they put this shit in my beer! Is that why I've got a hard-on
that won't go down? And why did he leave me alone with his
precocious young daughter knowing I'd been drugged with Viagra?

"Here it is," she announced from the door causing me to drop the
bag. Sprinting toward her, I snatched it from her before making a
bee-line for the door. I didn't care that I'd have to walk around
the outside of the house, I just wanted out of there as quickly
as possible. My heart was pounding in my chest as I made the
final turn to the front.

Carl's truck was behind my car but he was nowhere to be seen. The
front door was shut so I figured he just got back from the store.
It didn't matter as I was getting the hell out of there! Jumping
in, I started the car and left in a cloud of taillights and dust,
throwing whatever loose gravel was left in my path.

My heart was racing the entire drive home and once inside I
rushed to the shower to cool down. Even with a very cold shower
my cock was rock hard so I masturbated. Twice.

I couldn't believe what had just happened and needed another
drink to calm my nerves. They were keeping me a virtual prisoner
in that house and I had no idea why. For the rest of the night I
kept busy unpacking, letting my mine think of anything else but
Carl and Faith. I went to bed just after midnight thankful that I
was off the next two days.

I got a text at 8 in the morning but didn't check it. At 8:05 my
phone chimed another text. Crawling from bed I read it. I didn't
know the number but the message said to call him. I ignored it
and went back to bed. At 8:10 my phone chimed again. I decided to
find out what this was all about.

"'Bout time," the voice on the other end said after the second
ring.

"Who is this?"

"Carl."

"What do you want?"

"Ya'll need to come over to my house as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"I'll explain it when ya'll get here."

"I'm not going. I didn't appreciate being locked in like that and
have no desire to have it done again."

"Sorry 'bout that but it was necessary. Ya'll need to come over
right away. I'll expect ya'll here by nine."

"I already said that I'm not going."

"If ya'll ain't here by nine, the police will be knocking at
ya'll door by 9:30."

"The police? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything
wrong."

"That ain't what Faith tole me. Be here by nine or be in jail by
ten. The choice is ya'lls," he said before hanging up.

I kept the phone to my ear for about two minutes listening to the
silence. This can't be happening! I didn't do anything wrong! She
came on to me, not the other way around and I never touched her.
I needed to straighten this out for once and for all. I'll just
tell him straight out what happened and that should settle it.
Pulling on my jeans and a tee-shirt, I headed out the door,
driving to Carl's in record time.

"What's this about?" I asked as he pulled open the door.

"Come in and we'll talk." Cautiously I looked inside before going
in.

"Where's Faith?"

"In 'er room."

"Anyone else here?"

"Naw, just us. Now sit. Wanna beer?"

"No, I just want to settle this and go home. I have a lot of
things to do."

"I gotta say, Jack, I'm very upset with ya'll."

"What are you talking about?"

"The second I leave ya'll all over my daughter like a horny
sailor on shore leave."

"Wait a minute, that's not what happened. She came on to me!"

"Do ya'll thank the cops are gunna see it that way? 'Specially
after I show them the pictures."

"Pictures? What Pictures?"

"The ones with you pulling her onto your lap and kissing her. The
ones where you put her hand on your cock and the one with your
hands all over her little ass. She's just nine-years-old, Jack,
ya'll shouldn't of taken 'vantage of her like that!"

"I did no such thing! She sat on me and kissed me. I never laid a
hand on her!"

"What about these? Ya'll explain these!" He spat pushing a few
photos into my hand. They were of us in the kitchen. Faith was
naked and I was standing in front of her. Another one showed me
handing her some money and a third one was angled such that it
looked like she was eye level at my crotch. "Ya'll gave my baby
girl money to strip neked and give ya'll a blow job!"

"WHAT!?!? Carl that's crazy! She extorted money from me to unlock
the door. She never performed oral sex on me and I never touched
her!"

"That ain't what the cops are gunna hear. After Faith tells them
her side of the story, who you thank they gunna believe,
'specially with these pictures!"

"How did you even get those? You were supposed to be gone."

"Yea, that's what ya'll though, huh. I saw the way ya'll was
eyeballin' my baby girl and thought I'd check to see if I could
trust ya'll 'round her. Looks like I can't!"

"Carl this is all just some sort of big misunderstanding. Nothing
happened so let's just forget all about this and get on with our
lives," I said trying to open the locked front door. He smiled at
my futile attempt to leave. peek

"Ya'll been to jail before, Jack?"

"No."

"It ain't pretty, that's for damn sure. It won't be long 'fore
someone makes ya'll his bitch. I'm sure ya'll be takin' it up the
ass on your first day, 'specially when they find out you molested
a little girl."

"Carl, I swear to you I didn't molest your daughter! Bring her
out here and let's talk about this."

"Ain't gunna happen. I don't want ya'll 'round her right now.
Ya'll better sit down 'cause we got some serious shit to talk
about."

"What do you mean?"

"Ya'll wanna be someone's bitch, Jack?"

"Hell no, of course not!"

"Ya'll will be if'n I call the cops, ya'll know that, right?"

"What do you want, Carl? I'm sure if you were going to call the
cops you would have done it already. I don't have a lot of money
so I hope that's what you want."

"I don't want ya'll money, Jack. I want something more better
than that."

"Better than money? Like what?"

"You'll see," he said smiling. "I'm sure ya'll don't wanna be a
bitch to every cock sucker in jail so I'm going to let ya'll off
the hook." I sighed a deep breath of relief. Even though I was
innocent of this, just being accused of molesting a child could
fuck up my entire life. "I don't want ya'll to be a bitch to
those assholes neither so I'll let ya'll be my bitch."

"WHAT!?! What are you saying?"

"I want ya'll to give me a blow job. It's that simple. Ya'll suck
my cock and I'll forget about callin' the cops."

"You're not serious, are you?"

"The choice is ya'lls. Either blow, or go ... to jail."

"Carl, I'm not gay and don't want to suck your cock."

"I ain't neither, but it will show me ya'lls good faith."

"Good faith?"

"I want ya'll devoted to me and by ya'll sucking my cock, that'll
prove it," he said unzipping his pants. I cringed. Never in my
life have I even thought about doing something so gross and to be
forced into it was humiliating. I didn't want to look at it, but
when he started waving it at me, it caught my attention.

"Carl please, don't make me do this."

"On your knees, boy." That last word hit me like a hammer. I
haven't been called 'boy' in almost twenty years. "I've got the
sheriff on speed dial," he said reaching for his phone. He was
standing in front of me, his fat, ugly cock swinging in my face.
"Do I need to call 'em?"

"If I do this, you'll forget all about it? And tell no one what
happened?"

"I promise, son." Somehow that didn't make me feel any better.
Swallowing hard I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The soft,
spongy end touched my lips and I pulled away. "Do it," he warned.
I opened my mouth again and waited. Seconds passed before it
touched my lips, parting my mouth wider as it slid inside. I
almost gagged as the crown brushed the roof of my mouth. "Suck on
it," he ordered.

Closing my lips around it, I applied pressure, not really sure
how to do it, but going on past experiences with former
girlfriends to guide me. He began moving his hips, pushing the
angry-red spear deeper and faster into my mouth. I retched a few
times as it touched the very back of my throat.

"Suck it harder," he commanded. I didn't want to, but what choice
did I have? Getting a hold of the back of my head he held my face
still while repeatedly stabbing his fleshy pole into my mouth. I
wanted to throw up just thinking about it. This was sickening and
I wanted to punch him in the nuts and take off, but where would I
go? If he kept his threat to call the cops, my life would be
over.

A sickly sweet gel began to coat my tongue and I knew that he was
getting close. I pulled away from him, gasping for air. "Don't
cum in my mouth, please." I begged.

"Don't ya'll worry none, Jack, there's only one whore my cum goes
into," he said turning his head. "Faith, get your ass over here
and finish this," he said turning to face her. She was in the
hallway watching. Shit! How long has she been standing there?"
Like a roach running from the light, she rushed to him and
literally fell onto his cock, devouring it as if it was her last
meal.

His cock and mine are about the same length, but his is slightly
thicker which made it difficult to 'deep throat'. At least it was
difficult for me. Faith didn't seem to have a problem and soon
had her button nose buried in his thick forest of pubic hair.

I've seen hundreds of porno flicks in my days but watching this
young girl going after his cock was amazing. She slurped, sucked,
jerked and wiggled her entire body as she sucked him. Her rounded
nose seemed to do sideways '8s' against his abdomen while her
hands massaged his ball sack and stroked the part not inside of
her mouth. Bouncing back and forth like a possessed bobble head,
she repeatedly stabbed her throat over and over again with
intense enthusiasm. It was enough to get my cock twitching at how
great it must feel.

"Arrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, pulling her face hard
into his crotch as he released his load fully into her throat. I
could see the bulge in her neck from the head of his cock and
watched as she struggled to swallow it all. It took a full minute
before he slowly withdrew, sliding his cum and spittle-coated
cock out inch by inch. It had deflated somewhat, but was still
impressive.

Exhausted, he fell back into the closest chair panting. She was
heaving deep breaths as soon as her throat was cleared of the
clotty gunk and flopped to the floor. Sweat poured from both as I
sat stunned at what I had just witnessed. Once composed, Faith
stood, faced me and pulled the sun dress over her head. For the
second time in as many days she was naked before me.

"Fuck 'er now," Carl said wiping his brow.

"WHAT!?! What did you say?"

"I said fuck 'er. Ya'll know ya'll wanna and I love watching her
gettin' fucked."

"I can't do that! She'd just a little girl!"

"Don't give me that shit, asshole. I know ya'll wanna, look at
how hard ya'll cock is!"

I had to admit my cock was rock solid. I don't know if it had
anything to do with the Viagra they slipped me last night or if
watching her incredible blow job got a rise out of me, but my
cock was threatening to rip a hole right through the front of my
jeans.

"Seal the deal," he added. "Good faith, remember?"

"Carl. It's bad enough you made me suck..." I couldn't bring
myself to say it, "do what I did earlier, but I can't do that,
not to a little girl."

"She ain't no little girl, she's a slut and has had more cock
than a Hollywood hooker so just fuck 'er already!"

"Carl..."

He reached for his cell. "I can still call the cops on ya'll." My
eyes focused on his hand holding the phone.

"Alright," I huffed, standing to unbutton my jeans. She beat me
to it and was soon struggling to pull my pants down. "Oh God," I
moaned as her warm, wet mouth sheathed my dick. Watching her with
Carl was incredible, but feeling her very talented mouth first
hand had me ready to blast after about two minutes. I knew that I
wouldn't last long and jerked it from her mouth. "I'm ready to
cum," I huffed.

"Fuck 'er then," Carl reiterated before slumping forward into his
chair to watch. His cock was throbbing back to life. Giggling
Faith threw herself onto the worn couch, bouncing a few times in
the process. Spreading her legs I gawked as the puffy slit
yawning open, revealing the pink seashell colored inner flesh.
Moisture with a whitish hue glistened in the dim light and leaked
down to the crack of her ass. Her nether hole, just inches below,
gaped slightly as well, giving evidence of her experience with
anal sex.

Pulling off my jeans, I knelt between her parted legs and moved
closer. She reached for my cock, aiming it for her pussy.
Watching, I leaned down, bringing my cock closer to her hairless
crack. The underside brushed against her smooth, soft skin and I
had to fight to keep from blasting her stomach. She brushed it
along her crack as if painting a mural before thrusting her hips
forward. The tip entered her warm, tight hole and I fell forward
unable to stand the torment any longer. My erection drove hard
and deep into her, knocking the air out of her with a loud grunt.

Her body was small and soft but her pussy was surprisingly
elastic, even so I knew that I wouldn't last long. She tensed,
squeezing my cock tight causing me to suck in a breath of air.
She giggled at my discomfort before doing it again.

"You think that's funny?" I joked jabbing my cock into her just a
little too deeply, striking the very back of her pussy. She
jerked from the sharp pain and the shitty smile quickly
disappeared. "You know I don't appreciate what you did," I
whispered.

"Whacha mean?"

"Last night. The Viagra, the locked doors, the whole fucking
setup. You used me and now you're going to pay for it!" I mumbled
above her before moving my hips to and fro. Grinning she shifted
her body to better accommodate my larger size. With the new
angle, I was able to fuck her easier and was amazed at how
effortlessly I was gliding in and out of her young hole. My cock
was coated with a slimy film that began to lather at the base of
my cock and soaked my pubic hair. She moaned and I grunted as we
slammed our groins together.

She was young and small, but the girl definitely knew how to
fuck. In my life time I have been with at least three dozen women
and she could out fuck any of them hands down. Her smooth pussy,
wiry build, petite size and youthful energy combined to create an
awesome fucking machine. A testament to her under-development,
her pussy was tight but she had no problem adjusting to my cock.
She fit me like a fresh, fleshy condom and I knew I'd pop too
soon.

Escalating my thrusts, I looked down to see her sweaty face
turned to the side. Her ass was still bouncing off the couch as
if it was a cushioned trampoline and her legs were wrapped
tightly around the small of my back. There was no sign of
discomfort or pain in her expression and she was actually
smiling. She hardly blinked as she stared just off to the side of
us and waved in Carl's direction.

Curious I glanced to the side and felt my heart stop when I saw
that he was holding a camcorder aimed directly at us. I quit
moving and extended my arms, raising my torso. "What in the fuck
are you doing? You can't tape this!"

"Get back to fuckin'!" he commanded.

"Carl, turn that damn thing off immediately! I don't want a
recording of this floating around."

"Relax, Jack, ain't no body gunna see this. It's just for my own
protection."

"Protection? From what?"

"To guarantee that you ain't gunna run to the cops when you leave
here. "Besides, I record her every time she fucks."

Our groins were still locked together, her legs were still
wrapped around my back and I was dripping sweat onto her from
about two feet above. She squeezed, causing my cock to twitch
inside. I looked down at her, wondering how in the hell I ever
got myself into this mess. Her hips began to move.

"See, she wants you to fuck 'er," Carl added slowly stroking his
firm erection. I was already busted big time and even if I
stopped, he'd have the recording of what I did to her up until
that point. It really didn't matter. I was screwed either way so
I might as well enjoy it.

Keeping myself suspended above her, I humped my hips, relishing
the sensation her warm, wet hole provided. Another minute of hard
stroking, my cock broke apart, pumping several volleys of cum
into the pit of her young body. She grunted and doubled her
efforts, slamming her pussy harder against me while squeezing my
cock with all she had. I groaned from the vice grip-tight hold.

I was drained and waited on top of her until my cock went soft
and I caught my breath. Slowly I backed away, flopping hard onto
the couch as her foot sought out my flaccid, wet cock. I couldn't
look at them and leaned my head backward to stare at the ceiling.

"Finish it," I heard Carl say and I felt movement next to me.
Seconds later a warm mouth covered my cock as she began sucking
and slurping, cleaning off all of the juices. I had to hand it to
her; this girl definitely knows how to suck a cock. As much as I
didn't want it, my cock began throbbing back to life inside of
her gifted mouth. I knew better than to allow this to happen
again and slowly pried her head away from my lap. Smacking her
lips she smiled up at me before turning to Carl.

"How did I do, Daddy?" she asked still gripping my cock in a
death hold.

"How many time I done tole ya'll girl to make more noises! I
couldn't hardly hear nothin' and ya'll bearly moaned at all.
Ya'll gotta do better, understand me, child? Ya'll better actlike
that's the best cock you ever had!"

"Sorry, Daddy," she said sitting up. "I'll do more better next
time."

"We'll see!"

Next time?!? I think that was more than enough and for him to
criticize her for not 'being loud enough' while some man she
hardly knew fucks her is insane!

"I have to go," I informed them reaching for my jeans. The camera
was off and resting on the chair as he stood nearby looking down
at her. She simply laid back, smiled and spread her legs. Carl
knelt on the floor near her and began sucking on her tit nubs
while his finger sank into her watery gash. He kissed his way
lower, taking a few seconds to tongue her navel before going
further south.

"MMMmmmmmmmm, I love fresh cream pies," he mumbled into her pussy
as he pushed his face deeper between her legs. I scrunched my
face in disgust as he licked and smacked on the hole I just shot
my load into. This is one sick bastard!

"I'll see myself out," I grumbled heading for the front door only
to find it locked again. His keys were on the table and it didn't
take me long to figure out which one unlocked it. I didn't care
if it was relocked or not and left it fully open as I sprinted
for my car. I never wanted to set foot back inside that hell hole
ever again!

My mind was in a fog for the next two days as I kept busy getting
my apartment in order. Before I knew it, it was Monday and time
to return to work. I had spent most of weekend trying to keep my
mind off of what happened at Carl's and I figured if I kept busy
enough, soon I'd forget what happened. I already made up my mind
to look for another job and would try to avoid that sick bastard
until I was able to quit. I don't need the drama and didn't feel
right about what happened.

My first two days on the job very few of the guys even
acknowledged me but that morning I felt like a rock star as
scores of guys were coming out of the woodwork to say 'hi' or
give me a pat on the back. A few mentioned something about me
doing a "good job" and I assumed they were referring to the sheet
rock I was working on. At lunch time I found a shady tree and
pulled out my brown bag.

"Can we join you?" someone asked and I looked up to see three men
standing in front of me.

"Sure, why not?" I said biting into my turkey and cheese
sandwich. A round of introductions was given before a moment of
silence made me feel uncomfortable. It was as if they wanted to
say something to me but wasn't sure how to go about it.

"How was your weekend?" the one introduced as Mike asked.

"Fine," I said not wanting to get too personal about my business.

"Do anything, uh, fun?" Paul asked.

"No, not really," I answered taking a huge swig of cold water.

"Didn't you go to Carl's on Friday?" Mike asked. I hesitated and
wondered how they would know that. Then I remembered a few of the
guys had overheard us talking.

"Yea. For a while."

"How'd that go?"

"Okay."

"Anything exciting happen there?"

"What's this all about?" I asked not sure where this conversation
was going. There was a good thirty seconds of silence before Mike
spoke again.

"We know what happened," he said nudging Greg, the quiet one. "We
saw the videos."

"The videos? What videos?"

"The ones Carl made of you and Faith. He's got hidden cameras all
over the house but the best one is where you fucked her on the
couch."

"YOU SAW THAT!?!? He promised me no one would see that!"

"He lied. He's got a big-ass video collection of her fucking just
about anything with a cock and shows them from time to time."

"SHIT!"

"Don't sweat it, man, everyone here is cool with it. Hell, he's
got tapes of all of us."

"All three of you?"

He laughed. "No, ALL of us, as in the whole fuckin' crew," he
said slowly waving his hand like a male Vanna White. There's a
lot more 'cause guys have a tendency to quit around here."

"You can't be serious. There's no way she's done it with everyone
here. No way!"

"Believe me she has. And many others. Probably too many to
remember, but she's fucked a lot. A bunch of us went over
yesterday and tore that little slut up, you should have been
there."

"No, I think I've had enough."

"There's no way, man," Grey finally spoke. "Now that you're a
member of the fuck Faith club, you can fuck her any time you want
to. Just check with Carl first to be sure she's not already
booked."

"He just passes her around? Just like that?"

"Hell yea. He gets off watching her fuck and he seems determined
to turn her into some kind of super-slut."

"I still can't believe he'd do something like that to his own
daughter." The three chuckled at my comment. "What?"

"It's hard to say if she's his daughter or his niece."

"What do you mean?"

"He's from Alabama you know."

"Yea, so?"

"So it's like the incest capital of the nation. The dumb bastard
knocked his little sister up when she was like thirteen. She got
married a few years ago and her husband don't know about Faith."

"You guys are full of shit! I don't believe it. Incest?"

"I'm as serious as a heart attack, man. And from what I hear,
Carl's parents are first cousins! Why do you think solving crimes
in Alabama is so hard? All the DNA's the same," Mike said to a
round of laughter.

"A few of us were planning on going over again tonight, but it
looks like Carl's got other dick," Paul said looking to my right.
I turned to see Carl laughing and joking with some guy I'd never
seen before. But then again, most of the guys here I hadn't seen
before.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"The new guy. Started today. He's a plumber."

"Pretty soon he'll be layin' some pipe in Faith," Greg joked,
snorting as he laughed at his own joke.

"The little slut has had miles of pipe laid inside of her, that's
for damn sure," Paul added.

"Yea, but six or seven inches at a time!" Mike grunted wiping his
eyes from laughing so hard.

"You think that's funny? She's being abused and you guys are
making it out to be some sort of sick joke!"

"Hey, relax, man, it's not like we're raping her or anything. The
little whore wants it!" Mike retorted.

"Yea, newbie," Paul added leaning toward me. "You didn't seem to
have a problem fuckin' her a few days ago, did you?"

"That's different. I was forced to do it!"

"Yea, right," Greg said still smiling. "We were all forced to
fuck her."

"I wouldn't go around saying crazy things like that around here,"
Mike warned. "Not many will take kindly to you making threats
like that!"

"Threats? What are you talking about?"

"Let's just say keep you trap shut and no one will get hurt! Just
remember Carl's got shit on you too so if you try and stir up
anything, you'll go down with us all."

"Look, I'm not trying to make any problems; I just thought it was
in poor taste to make jokes about it, that's all."

"I don't get you. Why are you looking a gift horse in the mouth?"
Mike asked me.

"Or a young whore in the pussy?" Paul added.

"Just go alone with it, man," Greg said. "Get it while you can.
You never know how long this shit will last. Climb on the band
wagon, saddle up and enjoy the ride!"

"Sorry, I'm not really into it. I would like to get that tape
back from Carl. I don't appreciate him showing it around. And
don't worry; I'm not going to make any trouble."

"You'll have to talk to Carl 'bout getting the tapes," Mike
informed me. "But not right now, looks like he's busy." I turned
to see Carl and the new guy talking and Carl was writing
something down. Probably his phone number. "I wouldn't bother him
until he's finished lining up some fresh meat for Faith.

"Shouldn't someone warn him? I mean I know for a fact you guys
knew what I was heading for last Friday and no one said a word. I
would have appreciated someone warning me not to go."

"Hell no, man. No one wants to piss Carl off and risk cutting off
the pussy supply. We just go along with whatever he says and reap
the benefits. There ain't many whores you can just show up at the
front door, drop your pants, get off and then leave with no
questions asked."

"Fuck, man, there's been times where he wanted some new dick for
her and we helped him find them. My philosophy is you get what
you give," Paul said with a wink.

"You are going this Saturday, right?" Mike asked me. I looked at
him dumbfounded. "To the party."

"What party?"

"Faith's birthday party. That shit will be off the hook!"

"I don't know anything about a party and probably won't go
anyway.

"I'm definitely going this year!" Greg chimed in. I wasn't here
for her party last year but I hear it was pretty wild."

"You wouldn't have been invited," Paul said with a smile. "Carl
hand picked his top twenty-five based on cock size. Your puny
little seven-inches wouldn't have measured up."

"Hey, I'm not THAT small!"

"It is compared to my nine-inches," he replied grabbing his
crotch.

"Good thing everyone's invited this year," Mike said grinning.
"You'll get your dick wet this time."

"You are going right?" Paul asked me.

"You mean cumming," Greg added to a round of laughter.

"I'll pass," I told them rolling up my empty lunch bag.

"What ya'll clowns talkin' 'bout?" I heard Carl's voice asking as
he walked closer.

"Hey Carl," the trio chimed in as he squatted next to me before
reaching over to grab Greg's bag of chips from him. Crunching on
his first of many chips he looked at me with a smile.

"Jack here was saying that he wants you to give him the tape you
showed us last night." He stared at me for a few long seconds and
I swallowed hard. It wasn't that I was afraid of him, but he had
a ton of men in his back pocket and anyone of them would rip off
my head and shit down my neck if he told them to.

"Alright," he said popping another chip into his mouth. "Come by
Saturday and I'll give it to ya'll."

"What time?"

"Come early," he replied.

"Yea, early and often," Paul added to the laughter of the others.

"Ya'll comin' to Faith's birthday party, right?" he asked me
staring hard into my eyes. "Ya'll gotta if'n you want that tape."

"Damn, it's hard to believe she's ten already!" Mike blurted out
before I could answer. "Seems like just a few months ago she
turned nine."

"Ya'll comin'" he repeated.

"Uh, yea, sure, I guess. But just to get the tape."

"Whatever," he said standing and brushing off his knees. "Bring
'er a present," he added.

"A present?" I asked too late as he was already walking away. "I
don't know what to get her," I said turning to the others.

"Most guys are getting her a toy, clothes or movies."

"A toy? What kind of toy? I don't know what toys a ten-year-old
likes." The three of them busted out laughing.

"There's a place called Adult Video Emporium on the way to
Carl's. It's on King Highway just past the interstate. You can't
miss it the place is fuckin' huge!"

"I don't understand. What kind of toys do they sell there for
kids?"

"It ain't for kids, dumb ass, it's for adults. You can get her
something there. And the best part is we'll get to use whatever
we buy her on her at the party! I'm getting her a big-ass dildo
that's shaped like a fist."

"I've already bought my present for her," Greg informed us. "It's
an eight-inch vibrator with a clit stimulator."

"I'll probably buy her nipple claps or a speculum," Paul said.
"It'll be really cool to open that pussy up and see her cervix."
The others nodded in agreement.

"You should get her that inflatable dildo we looked at a few
weeks ago. That crazy shit gets as big as a football. I'd love to
see her stretched out with that beast!"

I was flabbergasted by their discussion of buying sex toys for a
ten-year-old girl as if they were discussing Barbie dolls and
stood to walk away. I wasn't feeling comfortable with their
conversation.

"Hey newbie," Greg called out. "What are you getting for her?"

"I don't know. I probably won't even go," I mumbled storming off.

I avoided everyone for the rest of the day and heard several guys
laughing and joking about the 'new member' near the time clock.
After I clocked out, I headed for the parking lot and noticed
Carl was talking to the new plumber guy just before they got into
Carl's ratty old truck.

"Another one bites the dust," someone said from behind me. I
turned to see the foreman walking toward me.

"Excuse me?"

"Monroe, Carl's new, uh friend," he added with a smile. I shook
my head knowing that my boss was in on this as well. "Listen,
Jack," he said putting his arm over my shoulders, nudging me
forward to walk. "I want you to go to the party this Saturday. I
need to know you're on the team, understand?"

"No sir, I don't really know what you're talking about."

"I hear you're mouthing off about what happened at Carl's and a
few of the guys are concerned you're going rogue. We don't want
any problems from you, Jack."

"I won't give you any problems, sir; I just wasn't comfortable
with what they were talking about."

"Get used to it, Jack. Either you're with us, or you're against
us. Which is it?"

"I'm a team player, Mr. Dalton, really."

"Then you better prove it. Be there this Saturday or don't come
to work on Monday. Do I make myself clear?"

I stood staring at him as he turned and walked away. I couldn't
believe what just happened. Not only is his allowing this to
happen, he's actually promoting it! I was still standing in the
parking lot when Mike and Paul headed my way.

"See you on Saturday," Mike called out with a snicker as he
passed.

I decided right then that I needed to find another job. I
couldn't work like this but it will be hard. I spent my entire
life savings to buy this car and move down south. I haven't
received my first pay check and I'm down to twenty-four dollars.
This will have to last me until Friday when we're paid and I
still need to pump gas.

On top of that I'm working from seven am until five pm Monday
through Friday which greatly reduces my chances of looking for
another job. Someone patted my shoulder and I turned around to
see a huge black guy standing next to me. I'd seen him before,
just not this close. I'm six foot tall, and weigh two hundred
pounds but this guy dwarfed me. I looked up, squinting with the
sun in my eyes wondering what he wanted.

"I'm Clarke," he bellowed out with a deep, bass tone voice.

"What do you want?" I snapped, not wanting any more trouble. I
was sure Dalton sent his goon to intimidate me or something. At
six and a half feet tall and well over three hundred pounds, this
guy could easy crush me if he wanted to.

"Hey, take it easy," he replied putting his ham-sized hand on my
shoulder. "Everything's cool."

"Yea, that's what people keep telling me."

"You're new 'round here so I'm gunna give you some advice," he
said leaning closer. "Go with the flow and don't rock the boat.
No one wants to see anyone get hurt."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm just giving you a warning. People have a way of dealing
with things when something they enjoy is in danger of being taken
away. You dig?"

"You don't need to tell me, Clarke, I've already been warned by
several different people of the consequences of not 'going with
the flow' and everyone can relax, I'm not going to do anything
stupid." He smiled at me before patting my shoulder a few times.

"I'm glad we had this talk," he smiled with a wink before turning
to leave. My eyes followed his back as he joined a small group of
men watching us from near the fence.

I drove home and opened my last can of beer. I needed to settle
my nerves. How in the hell did I ever get into this mess and how
can I get out? If I don't go everyone will think I'm not a 'team
player' and I'll be ostracized or even worse. If I do go I'll
never be able to live with myself for doing what everyone expects
me to do. I could say I'm sick but they'll never believe that and
there isn't enough time to find another job by then.

After several hours of thought I decided what I needed to do. I'd
go to the stupid party to make a showing and quietly slip out
without anyone noticing. That way everyone will know I went but I
won't actually do anything to her. I'll even talk to Carl about
getting that tape he has of me back.

The next day I noticed everyone giving Monroe pats on the back,
joking with him and being overly friendly. I figured he must have
fucked Faith for them to be acting that way. I avoided everyone
for the rest of the week and kept checking the want ads in the
Tribune. I needed a back up plan just in case this went sour.

The guys were in great spirits all week and I heard countless
conversations about the pending party and even a few stories of
past ones. It seems once or twice a month Carl has an "open
house" party and the guys really come out of the woodwork to
attend. He used to bring her with him to the construction sites
where a thin mattress was placed in one of the finished rooms and
the guys were welcome to 'enjoy' her throughout the day. There
was talk of this happening very soon on the high rise.

On Wednesday two new welders were hired and it didn't take Carl
long to scope them out. They ate lunch together and he hung
around the areas they were working until it was time to leave. I
sat in my car shaking my head as the two men got into a red
Silverado and followed Carl's beat-up old Ford from the
construction site. "Another one bites the dust," I heard myself
mumbling to myself in disbelief.

I anxiously waited for payday to pay a few late bills, buy some
food and put a few dollars of gas in the car. It was sitting on
empty and I didn't have a dime to spare. Looking at my check my
heart dropped. I only worked two days last week and after all the
deductions, I only made $164. Mr. Dalton noticed the expression
on my face after seeing my check and called me over.

"Something wrong?"

"I was hoping for a little more. I have a lot of bills to pay."

"This check is for the two days you worked last week. Next Friday
you'll get paid for this week. You're always a week behind."

"Yea, I know, but it just seems like a lot of work for only this
amount."

"I'll tell you what," he said reaching into his pocket. "I want
you to be happy here so here's a little bonus," he said extending
his hand with a hundred dollar bill. "Have a nice diner on me and
pick up something special for our little party girl for tomorrow.
Make it real good," he added with a wink.

I stared at the money. As much as I needed it, I didn't want to
take it as I didn't want to feel indebted to him like that. He's
giving me extra money for the purpose of buying a sex toy to use
on a ten-year-old girl. It just didn't seem right.

"You play your cards right and they'll be a lot more where that
came from," he added with a smile. It felt like dirty money and I
didn't really want to take it, but I could really use it.
Stuffing the bill into my pocket I turned and left, knowing that
I'd probably regret it later.

Stopping at the Super Wal-mart near my apartment I picked up a
few things for the house. As I passed a toy display I thought
about Faith. I'd have to buy her something but I refuse to get a
sex toy for her. She's a little kid and should get something age
appropriate. Looking over the display I picked a mermaid Barbie
doll. Any ten-year-old girl would love it.

I went to sleep that night feeling pretty good with myself. I
slept late, ate breakfast and started my way toward Carl's around
10:30 am. The drive took almost thirty minutes and made it to his
street just before eleven. I took a deep breath thinking of what
would be in store for me.

"I'll show up, make my presence known, drop off the doll and be
gone within ten minutes. With any luck maybe I wouldn't even see
her," I told myself with a smile. Somehow it made me feel better
but I had a suspicion that I wasn't going to get off that easily.

~end of chapter 1~

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