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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovila-NO.SPAM@mailandnews.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sam Ped in "The Picture Frame" (Mg, rom, noir)
Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 15:10:05 -0500
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   WARNING!!!

This work of fiction depicts sexual situations
of an extreme nature with a child.

If you are under 18, or are offended by such stories,
or it is illegal to read such where you are,
   or have a cardiac condition, Then do not read!

In fact, you shouldn't be reading this stuff anyway!


The author does not condone or encourage any such
behavior as depicted in this story.


With apologees to Raymond Chandler...
_________________________________________________







            Sam Ped in,
           "The Picture Frame"
            by Pedro Vila


   It was a dark and stormy night. At least, that's how my dreams kept
playing out. Dark figures looking to off me. Villagers with torches chasing
me to a windmill. Everyone willing to turn me in.
   I get my bad nights like everybody else.
   Times in my waking world were not much better. Public opinion was
shifting again. Mostly because it was an election year. Types like me
weren't wanted around. Even the police, who knew I was a strait shooter,
were hassling me lately.
   I was an admitted pedophile.
   Hey, I started out like everybody else. I fooled around as a kid with the
girls on my block. Clumsy kissing and touching. But as I grew older, my girl
friends didn't. In high school I got away with quietly dating the grade
school girls, but in college, it blew up in my face.
   I ended up on probation and had to keep my nose clean for the duration. I
dated girls, my age, some of them innocent and childish at heart, others
small and flat chested who'd shave themselves for me.
   But it just didn't do it for me.
   I stayed clean and joined the police force. I liked helping people, it
felt good. I was a good cop. But word got around and I was out on my ass
after five good years with my nose clean.
   That's when I moved to another city. That's when I became a private eye.
   I had a good run since. I've helped some people, others I couldn't. I've
had a few lovers, the kind I needed. I took a lot of punches, and gave a few
back.
   The local police force accepted me grudgingly. I was able to get things
done that they couldn't touch. Oh sure, most of them wanted to see me dead,
but a few figured that it was more of a cross than a compulsion for me.
   That was then. This is now.
   No business, a civil lawsuit, no money, and now my license is about up.
Yeah, life was a real hoot.
   What do you say when a small korean girl comes in dressed like a hooker,
and goes for your lap?
   "You Sam Ped. You find my brother." she demanded in comical broken
english. "I pay you sex. You find my brother then."
   I dumped her off onto the floor. "Whoa, kiddo. I don't work that way. Go
sit there." I motioned toward the chair across from my desk.
   She bounced back onto me like a superball. "You like young girl. I young
girl. You can have me now." It was like the worst stereo type from a movie.
I was expecting her to say 'Me so horny' any minute. I stood, picking her
up. She wrapped her little arms around me like I was going to kiss her. Then
there was that confusion as I dropped her outside my door and started to
shut it.
   An arm and a leg came back through to stop me and she started to yammer,
"No! I stay. I like you. You handsome man. You like me. I be your girl
friend." I opened the door and put my foot on her chest and gave her a good
shove, slammed the door and locked it.
   She talked at me through the door for a good ten minutes before she gave
up and left.
   Why didn't I take it? It smelled fishy to me. She was more concerned
about the sex part than her brother. And this week there's a sale on
entrapment.
   I closed up shop and hung out at the office for a nightcap. I decided to
be more on guard for more of her.

   It wasn't long after I opened up the next morning when I got a courtesy
call from the blue boys with the shiny badges. They forgot the sales pitch
and made me a present of some pretty bracelets to wear behind my back. Then
they took me downtown to model them for the bigwigs.
   After that, I got to wait in the preshow green room. Only it was gray and
it smelled like stale smoke.
   Then it was my buddy Nick with a new guy named Det. Guillen.
   "Okay Sam. You wanna' tell us what happened?" Nick said, starting the
ball rolling.
   "Well, first there was nothing, see? Then god said, 'Let there be
light!'" I could have told him more, but something told me he'd heard that
story before.
   "Yeah, yeah. That's right. You can be cute." Nick said, smiling. He
didn't look happy, though. "I'll play along. Just tell us what you know
about the murder. Oh, you don't know? Well let me fill you in. Eleven year
old Lisa Dong was found in a ditch near your office, raped and strangled,
holding your wallet."
   I patted my breast pocket. No wallet. Little Lisa was a pick pocket too.
Nick smiled and leaned in real close. I could smell Krispy Kreme on his
breath. "So, Sam. How'd the Gook get your wallet?"
   "You think I'd be dumb enough to leave my wallet at a crime scene? Wake
up and smell the coffee and donuts, Nick. It's a plant." I leaned back away
from the coffee and donuts I was smelling.
   The new guy got steamed. "Hey! You saying we planted it? That's a load
coming from you! You goddam baby raper! How'd you like it if we stick
you..." Nick shut him down with a look.
   "He's not saying that, aren't you, Sam." He didn't phrase it like a
question. "Truth is, we're just going to all wait together for some lab
results, nice and quiet. And if Sam wants to talk about it, I'm sure he'll
want to before anything that might get him in trouble shows up. Right Sam?"
Nick took the other seat across the table from me. "I'm sure you'll want to
be helpful on this, now. Wouldn't want it to get around that you were on the
child killers side."
   He had a point. I had little credit these days and they could hold me for
all kinds of things and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
Besides, Lisa wasn't a client, and I wanted to find out who would have
wanted to kill her as much as these jokers did.
   I told them about the whole visit. Nick didn't look convinced. Det.
Guillen was more vocal about it. "That's bullshit! You think were stupid?
You think your too smart for us? That we can't catch you? Your toast,
scumbag! We're gonna' nail you to the fence!"
   I looked at Nick, "Your 'good cop, bad cop' routine needs work." Guillen
made for me, but stopped at Nick's arm. Nick was a big guy and most people
pissed their pants when he looked at them funny. Me? I didn't have to go.
   "You might want to rethink your act, Sam. I know you've been strait with
us before, but times have changed and a lot of people want to see you go
down now. Don't push it too hard."
   I had a good come back but it was a tough room, and I decided not to
waste good material on it.
   We waited for the lab results.

   I was out in four hours. There was no way they could hold me for that
crime. The lab results proved a smaller perp with a different blood type
than mine. That didn't stop most of the badges at the station from wanting
me to take the rap for it.
   Sure. And let the real killer free.
   No one asked me for help on this one, but part of me wanted to find out
why the girl came to me in the first place. I couldn't shake the feeling it
was a set up of some kind.
   I went strait for my office and wished I hadn't. It looked like someone
had picked it up and shaken it around. Everything was where it should be if
it was a city dump. I thought it might have been the cops but all my files
were on the floor. A cop would have taken them for evidence.
   They didn't even take my nature books.
   Clean up was simple. Everything that wasn't important went into a corner.
I spent extra time on my case files. Someone might have been looking for
something. If they found it, then I wouldn't have it anymore. That could
point me in a direction. Yeah, I know what your thinking, If my memories so
good, why have case files? Shows how much you know about detective work.
   It took me well into the night to find it.
   It wasn't a case file that turned up missing though. It was a map to a
business I'd picked up at a clients house. Some sort of talent show, just
for kicks. I never went though. It just didn't sound like fun at the time.
Now I was wishing that I had.
   If that's what they took, it was a sure bet that something illegal had
happened there. Don't get me wrong. I'm not looking for trouble, but trouble
had already found me and I was never one to wade in slowly.
   I didn't remember where the show was on the map and it looked like I'd
have to bug the client again. Not a good idea. He had an eleven year old
daughter and I was pretty close to being shot last time, but that wasn't
because of the girl. It was the case. Unrelated to the young girl.
   Thinking back, it seemed like a no brainer case. Hardly worth my time. A
quick buck.
   A quick buck and a wild bullet.
   Okay, flashback time. A little over a year and a half ago. I was hired to
find a stalker hounding Mr. Flipps niece. A fifteen year old who lived
across town. Mandy, the eleven year old daughter who lived with Mr. Flipps,
had come on strong and I had a rule then about not sleeping with clients
daughters. It was a good rule. I should have used it more often.
   I had found out quickly who the stalker was and had cornered him in his
house with personal possessions that were stolen from her. When the police
came, a bullet whizzed by and struck the ground four feet from where I was
standing. The police went in and brought him out in bracelets.
   Case closed.
   Mandy sided up to me when Mr. Flipps went upstairs to grab his checkbook.
She told me how she liked big strong men like me. To someone her size, most
men would count as big and strong. I was handed the map as her father
reentered the front room and I left with my fee.
   Why didn't I go? I could go for someone like Mandy. She smelled ripe for
sex, which wasn't all that uncommon for someone entering puberty.
   Trixy! That was why. Call me old fashioned, but I wasn't the type to play
the field. I owed Trixy allot. We had a good thing going for a while. I
wondered how she was doing in her new life up north.
   I would have to go see Mandy again.
   I started with an innocent phone call. Mandy had a job. Mr. Flipps wasn't
all that helpful and I had the feeling that mentioning who I was wasn't
going to help, so I didn't.
   It took one more phone call to find out where she worked. A thirteen year
old needs a work permit.
   It was a flower shop and I walked in looking like a customer. A customer
with an overcoat and hat looking for a thirteen year old girl. Yeah right.
   "Excuse me, sir?"
   "Yes, what can I do for you?" the geeky teen boy behind the counter asked
with his best professional smile. It needed lots of work.
   "I need to talk to Mandy Flipps. Tell her it's Sam. I worked for her
father a while back." I tried my best to sound impersonal. Maybe trying is
what makes me look bad. Either way, the kid looked cornered for a moment and
I knew this wasn't going to go well.
   "Well, um, she doesn't work today. Sorry."
   I stood silent. Then, "Her father seems to think that she is working her
today."
   Agian, that cornered look. "Oh, I forgot. She took the day off at the
last minute to go shopping. Okay?" I said nothing. The boy was a bad lier.
"Um, look. I have work to do, okay? So sorry I can't help but I have to go
in the back room, okay? You understand?"
   I nodded, then leaned in, "Sure kid. Tell her I was looking for her.
You'll do that okay?" All seriousness, I was. The kid kind of shrunk back
from me. All he could do was nod, so I left.
   I left the shop. I didn't leave the street. The kid knew where she was
and my coming on strong should push him strait to her. All I had to do was
follow.
   Sure enough, in ten minutes, he'd closed the shop and hopped in a Geo
Metro, pulling out onto the busy street. I followed him strait to a
photography studio.
   I waited and he came back out in a few minutes and I followed him back to
the shop. Too easy. I went back to the studio and waited.
   Nothing happened. At least, nothing happened before I went to sleep or
after I woke up. I'd been up too late going over my files and it had turned
dark.
   I could have missed a bus load of elephants. I decided to make up for
lost time. I got out of my car and crossed the street to the studio.
   The front door was locked. Maybe they'd all gone home. I went around back
and tried another door. Bingo!
   I walked into a back hall, well lit, with a bathroom to my right. The
place was quiet so I was too. With the door unlocked, it was a sure bet
someone was still here.
   I thought I'd just check a few rooms and leave. I could always say my car
broke down and I was looking for a phone.
   First room was empty and dark. I saw umbrella lights and a white back
screen. The second room was occupied.
   "Hello." said a very lovely twelve year old red headed girl who just
happened to be on her belly on a fur carpet, naked I might add. I caught my
breath. Oh, yeah, the girl was beautiful beyond my wildest dreams but it was
the back ground that startled me.
   I'd seen it in pictures. I'd seen it in illegal pictures. I usually knew
most of the illegal porn shops around town, it helps in my work, but this
one was big time. I would have thought it was from over seas. Fancy that.
Right in my own backyard and I didn't even know it.
   "I like your props." the carrot top pixie said to me, breaking my spell.
   "Your not half bad yourself." I took one step in and stopped.
   "I didn't know we had another shoot." she said, lazily. I got the
impression that she was on something. "You wanna' fool around 'till Reggie
brings the camera?" She rolled on to her side, giving me an eyeful of
perfectly smooth belly. If my gun had been in my belt, it would have went
off.
   I sat down beside her. "So, what should I call you?"
   "Mmmm. What do want to call me?" She stretched like a cat and I went into
heat.
   "Humor me."
   She half looked at me for a bit and said, "Usually, they call me Jill."
Then she reached for my crotch. I should have let her, but I grabbed her
wrists and pushed them down to her sides instead. Jill arched her back and
purred. She liked being handled. She would have let me tie her up if I'd
wanted.
   I didn't have time though. Reggie could come through that door any
moment.
   "What are you doing afterwards?" I asked, trying to sound interested.
   I guess she saw some serious interest in my eyes, or maybe it was the
drugs. "Sure. I could party with you. Your different." She raised herself
onto an elbow. "What do they call you?"
   "Sam." I said, and got up.
   Jill was confused. "Where're you going, Sam?"
   "I'm gonna' get some balloons and party hats."
   I was in my car and gone before anyone knew I was there. I needed time to
think this through. This was a big operation I'd stumbled onto. Big
operators. Big muscle. I wasn't in a hurry to make any enemies there yet.
They'd take cuts to the front of the line and That would be it for ole Sam
Ped.
   Mr. Flipps daughter was most likely mixed up in this too. Maybe even
Flipps himself. There was no way to be sure though. Not yet.
   Tomorrow was a school day. I decided to follow Mandy for the day and see
what turns up.

   Mandy ditched the second part of school and I followed her to a burger
joint. It was pretty crowded with the lunch crowd and I took a chance on
going in there.
   Mandy was sitting with a few other hookies and I ordered a burger after a
few minutes. They looked like they'd be here for the next hour. I knew kids.
   Suddenly, Jill was there beside Mandy and I went alert. Mandy seemed glad
to see her, but there was something scared in Jill's face. She seemed to be
trying to say something serious to Mandy, but Mandy wasn't in the mood for
it.
   Jill suddenly caught sight of me and I shook my head and put a subtle
finger to my lips. Her face went white. Then there was an older man standing
there beside them. He was dark, curly haired, and looked like he was trying
hard to be hip in baggy pants and sneakers. It didn't work on him.
   He said something and Mandy looked up at him like he was her sweetheart.
Jill didn't look up at all but kept giving me worried glances. She was
trying hard not to give me away.
   Then he said something and the girls started to walk out with him. Jill
didn't look like she wanted to go. She gave me a look that said 'Help me'
and they walked right past my table. I got up to follow very discretely.
   They got in a Fiat and I got in my car to follow. I wanted to get beside
Jill and give her a chance to say what I knew she would want to so I pulled
to the street exit and gave the Fiat the courtesy to go first.
   Jill saw my face and mouthed 'Sam'. Nobody else gave me a second glance.
I was hoping Jill would mouth 'Help', but I thought I'd follow anyway.
   They drove out of town and then along a dirt road following the river. I
held way back and followed the dust so's not to be spotted.
   I saw them pull onto the beach and park and I stopped immediately and got
out. There was enough brush to hide my approach and I got as close as I
could. It wasn't close enough. I saw curly's gun and knew he'd gun me down
before I could do anything.
   Jill and Mandy were not in good moods and were being dragged to the beach
from the car. It looked like he was going to plug them and dump the bodies
in the river. I had an idea and worked fast as I watched the girls being
herded towards the water.
   Curly turned with a start when he saw me walking with my head down, shirt
opened, and no shoes with my pant legs pulled up. I was a beach comber,
stumbling out of nowhere. He hid the gun but still had it pointed at the
girls. They stayed quiet, thinking if they cooperated, he might let them go.
Fat chance!
   I walked almost within ten feet when I suddenly stopped and asked the man
for a light.
   "Beat it, asshole." he said.
   I pretended to look hurt and took a gentle step towards them. "Ah, come
on guy. I don't mean you any harm. I just need a light is all. Come on."
   Curly reach into a pocket and tossed me a lighter, then said, "Now beat
it."
   I patted my pockets and said, "You wouldn't happen to have a smoke on you
too, would you?"
   It was then that Jill said, "Help us, Sam."
   Curly looked at her, startled and I saw the gun come up for me. My hand
was already on the one I'd put through my back belt and I got the first
shot. His went wild in the air and the girls started screaming.
   Mandy was still screaming when I sided up to them and checked for curly's
pulse. He was dead. Jill grabbed me all of a sudden and hugged me tight
saying, "Thank you, thank you. He was going to kill us."
   That's when Mandy shut up. She looked at curly then at me and fainted.
   I was in deep. "Jill, help me drag this joker to the car." It took her a
moment to watch me try and drag him before she understood what I meant. The
keys were still in the ignition and I used them to open the trunk. Curly
became a spare tire and I picked up Mandy and ran to my own car, stopping to
get my coat and shoes.
   I laid Mandy in the back seat and Jill sat close to me in front. She was
shaking bad. She couldn't let go of my arm.
   I needed a safe place to stash the girls. This was going to get ugly.

   Jill was first in the house. Mandy hung back waiting for bad guys to come
running out to get her. She ventured in when Jill yelled an "All right!" at
finding video games. I never played any, but I thought they'd come in handy
some time.
   I locked the door behind me and took a peek out the window shade. I
looked back to find both girls looking at me with worry.
   "Relax. No one followed us." I said to them. It didn't help. Who can
blame them? Nobody knows that they're with a strange man in an overcoat, in
some house nobody knows about, and he's got a gun.
   I went to the couch and sat, stretching out my feet. There were things
that I needed to do, but I wasn't ready to trust them here yet. I had to
stay and get them into the laying low routine before I could leave them
alone.
   Yeah, sure. It had nothing to do with them being two beautiful young
girls that were sexually active and I'd just saved their lives.
   Jill was the first to ask. "Are you a cop?"
   "No." Mandy suddenly spoke up. "But he used to be." Now how did she know
that? "He also likes little girls." She said it like she thought she wasn't
included in that category.
   "okay." I said in a firm tone. "Spill it. How deep into this are you?"
The angel and the pixie looked at each other. "Somebody wants you dead. You
want my help? You gotta let me know what's going on."
   "It was Reggie." Jill finally blurted. "He freaked out when I told him
about you being in the set. I didn't know anything but he seemed to think I
narced on him and he was being set up. I didn't know who you were. I thought
you were just another guy... you know."
   I turned to Mandy. "Your father. Is he involved too?" She didn't have to
answer. I could see it in her eyes.
   "You were supposed to fuck me. You didn't even show up." She looked
bitter. "I was too old for you, you freak. A lot of other guys didn't think
so."
   "Yeah? Shows what you know." I turned back to Jill. "How many girls? How
many guys in the network?"
   "We're the girls. The last two went on to acting in LA." she said.
   "You see them?"
   "I did one. She was Asian. Really small for her age. Didn't talk very
well." Jill laughed at something funny she remembered. I leaned back.
   "Lisa Dong." I said. Jill's face brightened at the name. "She's at the
morgue." Both girls looked shocked. "They found her north of town on the
same river you were just on."
   "Reggie wouldn't have done that. He liked her." Mandy said. Curly was
Reggie?
   "Did Reggie like you too?" I asked. Yeah, Reggie was the photographer and
he took out the garbage on the side.
   Why didn't the porn guys connect Lisa the body with Lisa the model? It's
not like the pictures were too hard to find.
   "I'm going to get a pizza, okay? You girls stay put and don't let anybody
know your here." That's when both girls jumped onto my lap and held me. They
may have been pre teen sex kittens, but they were still kids inside. They
weren't ready to be on their own yet. They needed a big strong adult in
charge. I stayed.

   It was Jill who approached me first. Mandy was in the shower and Jill had
tired of the games quickly. She kept glancing at me, probably to make sure I
wasn't going anywhere. I kept glancing at her because I couldn't get her
naked image out of my mind.
   She sat down next to me. "So how old do you like girls? Am I too old for
you?"
   "Don't believe everything you read in the papers." I looked her up and
down. She knew I wanted her. She'd had experience.
   "What about Mandy?" she asked. "Why didn't you do her?"
   I met her lovely green eyes framed by the white face and red hair. Her
waiting lips, pink and wet. "I don't shit where I eat." I said, breaking the
mood. "I don't sleep with the clients daughters."
   "So who's your client now?" Jill said, making more mood.
   She had me there. "Nobody. I'm not getting paid for this one."
   Yeah, you can see it coming. A classic cliche'. She told me how she could
pay me and next thing I knew, Jill was in her panties and on my lap.
   I ran a slow hand up the front of her shirt and traced a no detour up to
her slim neck. Her pink, red areola's just beginning to bug out from her.
They gave away just a little and snapped back when I let them go. Then her
undershirt was off and I lay back from the sudden weight of her on my chest.
   I let her open my shirt and then lifted her light frame up enough for me
to undo my pants. I could tell by her reaction to being lifted that she
wanted me to take charge. She liked to be handled, and I liked handling her.
   I held her wrists behind her, that's where she wanted them, and reached
under to position myself into her. She was very wet and offered some
resistance from simply being tight. She worked her body and had me in before
I was ready and then worked her hips fast like she was on a tight schedule.
   I grabbed her face at the jaw line and squeezed her cheeks. She looked at
me with a hint of fear and I let go. Then I put her hands on my shoulders
and slowly lifted her up and then back down over me. Jill kept trying to
speed up but I purposely kept it slow, forcing her to go at my pace.
   I could tell that she was getting bugged by it. Youth. Always in a hurry.
The dissatisfaction began to change after a few minutes when she excepted
her loss of control and then I was starting to get a pleased reaction from
her. I didn't know how many guys she had had before me, but not one of them
had tried this on her before.
   I was determined to make her cum before me, a good selfish cum that would
knock her socks off. Each thrust drove her just a touch farther towards my
goal and little twelve year old Jill was going to have her first multiple
orgasm. I made sure of it with both hands under her and pushing little girl
buttons.
   I hadn't cum yet when Mandy walked in the room and stopped cold at the
sight of us. I saw her right away. Jill had a few nonsense things to say
before turning to look where I was looking.
   Jill was jerking a little, trying to stop cumming as I watched a full
range of emotions play across Mandy's face. It had hurt her feelings when I
turned her down. She had told herself that it was because she was too old,
saving her pride. Now that had come crashing down on her.
   I toss Jill off as Mandy ran from the room. It was going to take me
longer to be able to leave them alone now. Jill was hugging her legs and I
heard her say, "Oh shit." to herself as I chased Mandy into the bathroom.
   Many wouldn't unlock the door and wouldn't answer me. I went back to Jill
who was spread out on the couch. I had thought she was upset from being
caught with me but I was wrong. It was post orgasm bliss. It hadn't taken
much for me to make her cum, and judging by her reaction, nobody had even
gone that far before.
   "Look. Mandy's upset. I need you to watch her. Make sure she doesn't do
anything stupid." Jill was just breathing hard. "You understand? I need your
help."
   Then her eyes snapped open wide, then went dreamy. "Oh, god. I'll do
anything for you."
   "Yeah, right." I pulled her to her elbows. "Listen. More people are going
to want to kill you two. I need to go and stop it before they can find us.
Comprenday? I have to go, and you need to keep both of you safe by not
answering the door or leaving."
   "Okay" Jill said, suddenly serious. She was looking at me like Mandy had
looked at Reggie before they turned sour. I wasn't sure if I had any future
with this pixie, but right then we both wanted it.
   "After all this is through, maybe we could finish." Hey eyes lit at that.
I reminded myself to find out what happens when I use my mouth on her.
"She's lock in the bathroom. Watch her. I'll come back soon. There's food in
the cupboard. Help yourself."
   I gave her a kiss on the lips. Jill mistook it for another round and
latched onto me with both feet and hands. I pulled free and made for the
door quickly. A second later and I would've jumped her bones again.
   I locked the door on the way out and did a once over around the yard. You
could see one neighbors house from the yard and it was locked up for the
season.
   Then it was back to the city. First thing I did was trade my gun at a
lock box I used near a park. If they found Reggie, they'd likely trace the
bullet to me. I hit a payphone next and called my buddy Nick at the
precinct.
   He didn't sound glad to hear from me. "I'm busy. Call some other time."
   "I got hit." I said simply. It could have meant a number of things. It
kept him on the line long enough for me to tell about my office being
ransacked and my gun stolen. "I need to fill out a report on it, but I
though I'd check to see if I'm welcome first.
   "I got it on file. You can come down when we're not busy, Ped. Right now
I got better things to do."
   "Yeah, sure. Let me know if you find who's got it, okay?" I hung up
without waiting for an answer. That should let me off the hook with Reggie
for a while if they find him.
   I checked back at my office. It had been hit again. This time, they
spilled water and coffee over everything. I left it. I left the office too.
If it was who the girls were mixed up with, I didn't want to wait for their
return.
   A couple of blocks down the road, I spotted a tail. A did a couple of
harmless turns and could tell it was a pro tailing me. They knew just how to
stay back and not be noticed. Well, not be noticed by an amature.
   I had an old back up for just such an occasion. I'd been keeping it for
an emergency and this fell right out of the ambulance.
   It was a multi garage bait and switch. If they followed me into the
garage, I could ditch them with some stair wells. If they stayed outside and
waited for me, I could be an old lady in a Ford driving five miles an hour.
   I could do this at two different parking complexes and I planned to use
both of them.
   I was pretty sure I'd lost them at the first lot but I went through the
second one just to be sure. I ended up in a blue Honda.
   I passed the picture studio once and spotted a police stake out in the
spot I was going to park at across the street. Good old boys in blue must
have finally figured out the Lisa Dong connection. Nothing may happen for
hours there. It didn't for me. A trip back to the safe house seemed like a
good idea.
   It took me twice as long to get back with the extra turns I made. I
didn't want anything bad to happen to the girls on my watch.
   Jill was going strong at a video game and didn't register that I'd come
back. Mandy seemed very glad to see me. Funny, I would have thought the
opposite. I sat on the couch with Mandy and Jill looked up and gave me a
million watt smile, "Hi, Sam. You didn't bring pizza?" I snapped my fingers
playfully. Again, the brilliant smile. "It's okay, we ate mac and cheese."
Then it was back to the video game.
   Mandy wasn't looking happy with me talking to Jill and she got up and
pulled me by the hand to the bed room. I figured she'd just wanted to talk
in private. I sat on the bed and waited. Mandy stood in front of me and
looked like she didn't know how to start.
   I started for her. "Your welcome." I said. It didn't help. She still
looked unsure what to say.
   Then she made up her mind and sat next to me. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
she asked.
   I could have chuckled at that. I didn't.
   "You want to know why I didn't try to bed you before." I said, but Mandy
shook her head.
   "No, I know why. Jill told me." She hesitated, then decided to plunge in.
"Why did you do Jill? Is that what you want instead of money?"
   Yeah, we were in the bedroom to talk. I leaned back onto my elbows. "You
got me figured all wrong, kid." Jeez, was that a cliche' line. I sat back up
and looked ready to leave. "Listen. I didn't ask Jill for anything. It was
her idea." Mandy didn't look like she was buying it. I tried a different
tact. "You know I used to be a cop. You know what us cops are like. I try to
help people. If the moneys dried up, then I'm a sucker for not leaving them
in a pinch." I stood. "Later, if you run into money, you can pay me then.
But I'm going to stay until this is finished, okay?"
   I was at the door when Mandy stopped me. "Sam. I could pay you the way
Jill paid you. I've already done it a few times."
   I shook my head. "I don't want anything your not willing to give."
   She got indignant at that. "I am too willing to give you, um... I mean...
you know."
   The door was open and I turned to it. Mandy let loose everything she'd
been feeling at once. "What does she got that I haven't got?!"
   I could see Jill turn and smile from her video game. She was enjoying
being the desirable one. I closed the door again and turned to Mandy. "Okay.
You win. You can pay me now." I finished saying on the bed.
   Mandy stared for a second, then got to work. She went for my belt and had
my pants unzipped in a flash. She'd done this enough times to have it down
pat. She'd pulled me free and rubbed it across her face a few times. It was
a beautiful face to rub against and I got hard quickly. It was long before I
recognized a familiarity to how she was handling me.
   It was movie sex.
   I instantly saw Mandy as going through the motions. She wasn't really
enjoying any of this. I stayed hard so as not to hurt her feelings. "I'd
rather wait until you want to do this."
   Mandy looked up, a martyr. "I want to do this." she said, like she was
ready to sweep out the parking lot. She hesitated on my eyes and knew what I
was talking about. After that, she tried to do everything she could to fool
me into thinking that she was enjoying this. But the spark wasn't there.
   Then, she stood with me still in her mouth, and pulled off her pants. I
was impressed. Then a strait straddle and spit in her palm to ready herself.
   Though Mandy actually positioned me like a pro, she wasn't very wet of
relaxed down there and she had a bad time trying to fit my head in. As she
pressed me up into her, I could feel her muscles clenching up in a steady
rhythm, like the throbbing from hurting.
   I watched her face get worse and then I stopped it. I lifted her off and
she started to cry. I held her and she didn't fight me. She knew she wasn't
ready and I was fine with that. I told her so and a few other kind things a
young girl would understand. Eventually, I let her go when she started to
feel withdrawn. She needed time to sort things out and was no longer worried
about me.
   When I left the room, Jill was looking at me with veiled curiosity. Did I
fuck her or not? I wasn't telling. Not with my face, not with my eyes. I was
out of the house and I did the once over before getting in my borrowed car
and splitting.
   I came into town and to the stake out from the opposite side of where I
had the girls stashed. I wasn't being too careful with this one.
   I saw the stake out car but it looked empty. Did I miss something? I
parked around a building and walked to the unmarked police car. I looked in
the passenger door and saw my buddy Det. Guillen, asleep. I couldn't blame
him, it'd happened to me too.
   I kicked a can to under the car and was around the corner before he could
focus. I bent reflection of a black outline on a car across from me on the
sidewalk turned out to be the detective waking up. I saw movement for a
couple of minutes and figured he was up for good. A long sweep and I ended
up down the street from the cop car.
   I couldn't see the studio from here, but I had a great view of the stake
out car. It would tell me if something was going down.
   If he stayed awake.
   It was a few hours later when I saw a couple of really big and ugly guys
with baseball caps approach Guillen's car from the street between us. I
stayed low and they scanned up my way and didn't see me.
   Guillen didn't see them coming. They had him out of the car in a flash
and a single blow knocked him out cold. A black car pulled up and they threw
him in the trunk. It pulled forward slowly and I had to make a choice.
Follow Guillen or stake out the place now that they thought the coast was
clear.
   Like I said, I'm a sucker for not leaving them in a pinch.
   I started the car and followed them from a safe distance. With the
streets empty, I had to do it with the headlights off until we hit some
traffic. They stopped at a payphone ten miles away and I hit one on the
opposite corner.
   I called Nick at home. "They have Guillen." I said. It took him a minute
to realize who he was talking to.
   "Sam?! Go to hell! Wait a minute, what?"
   "At the studio. They hit him from behind and he's now in the truck of a
black Mercedies. Plate's say "S-N-A-P-6-9". I followed them to the corner of
Broadway 10th. They're parked and getting instructions from somebody right
now. It doesn't look good. I think they're going to go south on 10th but
cover all the roads here in case they change their plan."
   In this moment, Nick and I were on the same frequency. He hung up and I
was sure he was getting the whole force rallied. 'Officer down' works
wonders at dropping donuts.
   Then the black car was back out and heading south on 10th. I spotted the
first unmarked car five blocks down the road.
   I stopped counting cop cars at three and turned to case the studio again.
They had a big truck parked beside the building and were loading out file
cabinets. Then suddenly, a car pulled up beside the front door and a man
came running out with a small girl covered in a blanket. He dumped her in
the front seat and ran back in.
   The car sped off. My sucker button got pushed again and I ended up
tailing it.
   They were heading to the seedy outskirt of town. A place where you could
buy and sell children, if you knew how. They were going to dump a young girl
who knew things. Chances are, she wouldn't have much of a life after that.
   I knew where they would need to go with a package like this. I've had to
buy a few girls freedom there before. I went around them and beat them to
the punch.
   I was in front of the door when the car pulled up. The man got out and I
said, "Got something for me?"
   He stopped and looked around, not sure if outside was the best place to
do this. It didn't bug him that he didn't recognize me. He'd never done this
before.
   "I got a call that you were coming." I motioned with my head to the
alley. "We do it there. Bring the package."
   He reached in for the bundle and carried it over to my car in the alley.
I opened the trunk and the guy set it down inside. The bundle didn't move
and I looked in to see if there was a live girl in it or not. There was,
live and drugged.
   "If Malchick didn't tell you, then she's gotta go. I don't care if you
film it or not, just make sure she won't be alive to say anything." Then he
waited. I looked at him square, trying not to wring his neck on the spot.
"So," he said inching forward. "What kinds of things are you gonna do to
her?"
   "I was thinking of shooting her in the gut." I said.
   He looked disappointed. "That's all?"
   "My mistake." I said drawing my gun out. "I meant you."
   I shouldn't have done it like that. The shot would bring out the real
traffickers. I didn't stay to watch the funeral.
   Nobody followed me and I pulled over to get the poor girl out of the
trunk. She was still out cold and I kept her wrapped in the blanket in the
back seat.
   I hit another phone. "Nick."
   "Yeah? What?" Then his tone went down a notch. "It's you." I could tell
he was glad I called and didn't want anybody to know who he was talking to.
"We got Detective Guillen. He'll be okay."
   "That's good to hear. How many people have you collared so far?" I asked.
I assumed they wouldn't be staking out the place anymore.
   "About a dozen. Why?"
   "You have anyone Named Malchick?"
   Silence while Nick consulted something. "Maybe. It's too early to tell.
Why? Who's Malchick?"
   "The name came up. He might be ring leader. Oh, and I have a package you
need to pick up."
   "What kind of package?" He asked suspiciously.
   I sighed. "A little girl they were going to dump in the Hoffman
district."
   Nick Whistled. "Okay. I'll send a car."
   "No!" I said suddenly. "I trust you. Somebody else might decide to make
me out as one of the perps."
   "Yeah? Well I'm too busy to come out right now." He sounded mad.
   I played my card. "You owe me that at least for saving Guillen's life."
   I could hear Nick sigh on his end. "All right. Where ever you say. Just
give me a half an hour." I told him where and then he hung up. I guess I had
high card.
   Nick came in an unmarked car and I showed him the goods. "She's been
drugged." He said.
   "I can't pull one over you can I." I said. Nick didn't find it funny.
   "You do anything with her?" He asked, gruffly.
   I didn't find it funny. He left, warning me about some tests and I got in
my car and switched it at one of the lots.
   I needed to talk to the girls again about Malchick. It was hard to double
back and forth without going strait for the house. I was impatient to find
out a few things.
   When I got there, Jill was missing.
   Mandy was in the bedroom still and she didn't even know Jill had left,
and had no idea where she could have gone either.
   There was something different in her eyes. She probably had been doing a
lot of thinking.
   "I need to asked you a few things." She looked at me, not totally letting
the words sink in. "Malchick." I said.
   Mandy mouthed the words, "Daddy" and then stopped when she realized that
she had given it away. I put my hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
She gave me a little half smile and I Broke the news. "The cop's moved in.
Your dad's going to try and disappear. Maybe you have some things to say to
him first." She said nothing. A good little girl. "And I rescued a younger
girl than you an hour back. Malchick had given orders to have her killed."
Mandy bit her lip. "Only they brought her to some guys who kill kids real
slow and messy." Mandy's eyes went wide. "You may have seen her. Mousy brown
hair, about nine, mole under her right ear."
   Mandy gasped. She knew who it was. It had never occurred to her until
just then that her father might have also given the orders to have her
killed by Reggie.
   She started to tear up. I went to hold her but she pushed me back. "He's
got a plane in a private airfield near our house." I was up and heading for
the door.
   "Stay here and wait for Jill. I'll be back for you when this is over."
Then I was in the car and gunning it for Flanders field. I took the strait
route, almost. I had an idea and made a quick stop first.
   There was a car at the airstrip and a parked plane. I had to park on the
other side of the trees and sneak up from behind the hanger. I checked for a
watchout and found only one man, sitting and having a smoke. It wasn't Mr.
Flipps, or Malchick as I knew he was also called.
   The smoker was in sight of the car but not the plane and I decided that I
would stash my gun there, the one I'd used to shoot Reggie with. Then I went
back to a spot close to my car in the trees and waited.
   Nick pulled up to where I was parked in fifteen minutes. He came up next
to me and crouched beside me. "Turns out the girl was a virgin still, Sam."
   I didn't even look at him. "I didn't check."
   "Is Malchick in there? We don't have him."
   "Malchick is his code name. He's really Pete Flipps. He's got a nice
house not too far from here. I'm waiting for him to show up, just like you
and him." I motioned towards the hanger and the smoker walked in sight for a
moment. Nick started and crouched low suddenly. I didn't move. It's the
movement that'll give you away.
   Then a car came onto the airfield and the waiting man went to go start
the plane. "This is it." Nick said and put his police radio to his mouth.
"Units, move in now."
   Then the airfield was suddenly ablaze with red and blue lights. The car
tried to make a run for it through the field and was taken out of commission
when a black and white rammed it from the side.
   Nick ran for the field and became senior officer in charge. I waited in
the bushes until I saw a cop pulling my gun from the plane. Then I high
tailed it back for Mandy.
   Jill wasn't there.
   Mandy hadn't seen her. "You know, she does that allot." Mandy said.
"She'll disappear on a binge, sometimes for weeks." I had under estimated
Jill. She probably had connections. She might be fine. But I wished I knew
for sure.
   "So did you find my father?" Mandy asked, finally broaching the subject
she had wanted to ask from the moment I'd come back.
   "Yeah. You can see him." I sat on the bed. "But you'll have to ask the
police first." Mandy looked shocked, but relaxed moments later, like a
weight was being lifted off of her shoulders.
   "What about me?" she asked. "Where do I go?"
   "Where do you want to go?" I asked back. "You want to see him?" I thought
for sure she'd say yes, but Mandy shook her head instead. "You want to just
wait here for a while?" That got a nod.
   I took off my coat and shoes, and I laid back on the bed. I needed a nap
and, who know? Maybe Jill might come back.
   When I was half asleep, Mandy cuddled next to me and I wrapped my arm
around her.
   We both slept.

   It was a kiss on my cheek that woke me. I turned to see Mandy looking at
me strangely. There was something in her eyes that said she was ready.
   I leaned into her small face and kissed her lips gently. She tensed a
little but then relaxed when I waited for her next move. It became like
that. I'd make a small move forward, then she would make a small move back
at me.
   We took our time.
   Every once and a while, she'd go into autopilot and start to perform on
me like in one of her movies, but I would stop her until she realized that I
didn't want that. She didn't know what I wanted and it became a slow dance
between us, feeling each others needs quietly.
   I let her undress herself only as much as she wanted.
   I let her undress me too.
   We ended up with me in my shirt and her in her panties when things
started to hit her. Her father was going to jail. Her father had hurt a lot
of people. Her father had whored her out to high paying businessmen. Her
future was a big question mark. She told me all of that and more.
   That's when she started to cry hard.
   I held her for a long time, waiting and riding it out. I didn't think
anything would happen between us. She had too much going on right then, and
I didn't think she understood much of what she'd been through. I held her
like a shore holds the ocean, taking the waves and just being there.
   I held a child until she went to sleep again.

   I was awakened again by Mandy's weight on me.
   She had stripped the last of her under garments and was straddling me, A
look of resolve on her face.
   I put my hands on her waist to stop her. "You don't have to do this." I
said gently.
   "I need this." was all she replied and I let her waves wash over me some
more.
   I may have told her that she didn't need to do it, but my body was
screaming for her. She was beautiful. A work of art! Her lines just
beginning to curve, her breasts just beginning to bud out, her body just
beginning to understand.
   She was on autopilot again. I stopped her once more and rolled her onto
her back. Mandy laid there waiting, thinking that I'd enter her at any
moment. I didn't.
   Instead, I kissed her softly on her lips. Then nuzzled my way down her
cheek to her slim neck. I thought I heard a faint gasp, which suited me
fine. I just wanted to smell her soft, young flesh for myself. I was a bonus
that she liked it too.
   I didn't spend much time working my way down, not out of haste, but just
because I knew that most girls her age haven't developed the sensitivity
that comes with breasts yet. She did have some on her flat belly and that's
when I took my time going down on her.
   I felt like taking my time here. It was too rare that I get this
opportunity to enjoy this skewed sense of love that was mine to bare.
   Going slow was just the ticket for her as well.
   I started my final oral act with gentle kisses to her peach fuzz mound
and teased her with quick flicks of my tongue. By the time I was ready to
seriously taste her, she was past ready to be eaten.
   Mandy was wet. It may have been her first time ever. I was drawn to it. I
wanted to bathe in it, rub it all over myself. I wanted to swim inside of
her. I didn't think I would fit.
   It was Mandy who pulled me up to her face again. Her legs were wide and I
could see little neon lights in her eyes, flashing "Ready" on and off. Like
the blaring sign in a cheep hotel, I wouldn't be able to sleep while they
were flashing.
   She guided me to her opening and needed me to enter her, but her body was
still doing the throbbing thing and I could see some hurt in those flashing
eyes. Hurt from our sizes. Hurt from not being able to do what she needed
us, we needed us, to do.
   I nuzzled into her neck once more and found her trigger. She let loose a
deep sigh and arched her back up from the bed. I held her head with one hand
and slid my other one down her back to her tail bone.
   Suddenly, her door was wide open and I squeezed in. She was very small
inside. I took pains to be careful with her. She started to clench
uncontrollably again and I felt a steady tightening on the front half of my
organ which threatened to push me back out. I held her by her head and tail
bone and didn't let it happen.
   I stayed at her soft, sweet neck and tried to keep on that trigger. Her
throbbing rhythm quickened it's pace and she suddenly gasped and tightened
her body on me. I felt fingernails dig into my back. She was orgasming
already.
   I hadn't even started to move in and out of her yet.
   I waited for it to subside and Mandy pulled her face from my shoulders
and looked me square in the eyes.
   "Your different." was all she could say, breathlessly. Most people knew I
was different, but she was thinking of it in the good way.
   It wouldn't take much to make me cum in her. Just giving her a thrill
took me halfway there.
   I pushed a little into her body and dove for her little neck again. I
felt for the triggers with more detail this time and brought her to another
orgasm along with myself. She was squeezing me like a vise and we both felt
me stream myself into her young forming womb as I came in her. I think that
kicked it up a notch for her as well.
   Then there were tears in her eyes again and I rolled us onto our sides
out of concern. Was it things again? I asked her.
   No, she'd said. It hurt her for a grown man to be in her for too long. I
with drew and we held each other for the rest of the night, talking and
snoozing until sunlight began to beam into the bedroom window.
   I fixed oatmeal and we both ate, naked and under the covers.
   About nine o'clock was when I broached the subject we were both avoiding.
   "You know, you'll need to talk to the police. They'll be looking for
you." I said. Mandy showed some fear again. "But nobody will try to kill you
now. Your safe."
   "I'm staying with you." She said flatly. Yeah. That'll work. Nobody will
suspect me with a young girl living at my home.
   "I would love that." I said. "But I have a dangerous job and you could
get hurt." I lifted myself to lean over her. "Besides, with out your
testimony, your dad could get off easy. Think of how many more people he
could hurt."
   Mandy must have thought just that, but she turned away from me in anger,
like I had something to do with it. Maybe she just didn't like what she knew
I was going to say next. So I didn't say it. I didn't need to.
   There was fifteen minutes of silence. I reached for her again. "Mandy."
   Mandy shrugged me off, still facing away from me. After another minute,
she got up and started to get dressed. She wouldn't look at me. I got up and
dressed too.
   I stood by the door and she put her coat on and waited for me to open it
or step out of the way. "Where to?" I asked. She look at me then, searching
for something she knew I could offer.
   I saw her last bit of hope disappear and she said simply, "The police."
   I closed my eyes and nodded.
   The drive was as quiet as an empty bottle of booze the next morning as it
sat on a table, reminding you of going too far the night before. Neither one
of us said anything. What was there to say? What she needed from me wasn't
permanent and what I needed from her, I couldn't have. Case closed.
   She started to open the door when I pulled up to the precinct. I stopped
her with a hand on her elbow. "You know, that thing about us..." I'd started
to say.
   "Yeah." She said back. "I know how it works. I'm not going to tell on
you." Somehow, that didn't make me feel better.
   She started to move again and I held her once more. Her look said,
"What!"
   "After this all blows over," I said, looking as honest as I could. "Call
me if you need anything. If you need help, or even just want to talk." I
should have been the tough guy then. Instead I looked like a sap, going all
mushy over a girl, but there I was. Mandy didn't say anything but her looks
were hard. Then she was out and walking towards the station.
   I was just about to feel like I'd played a bad hand when she stopped and
came back to my window. I opened it, trying not to mush.
   She looked me hard in the face. "Your paid in full now, okay?"
   I took a hard breath, pretending to be fine. "I owe you." I'd relied.
   Then she walked away. Tough. Hard kid. Hard life.
   She'd make it. But everything was different for her now.
   I had thought I'd been good to her, showed her how to be taken care of
instead of used. But it worked backwards. Before, she was an innocent,
forced to do adult things and not understanding. Now she understood.
   I felt like I had been the one to rob her of her innocence.
   No good deed goes unpunished.
   I went back to clean out my office.

   <END>








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