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Subject: {ASSM} A Teen Slut's Saga Ch. 7
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THIS story should only be read by adults who understand the difference
between fiction and reality.

This story has lots of edgy sex (edgy  if-it-was-real-it'd-be-illegal)
involved. But they're not real!!! So enjoy with a clear conscience if
you're mature enough!

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A Teen Slut's Saga
By PunkyGirl

Chapter 7: Drug Abuse

"Okay, George, it's all set."

George looked up from his computer. Eddy Cusmano was standing at his
bedroom doorway holding a manila folder in one hand and a small toolbox
in the other. Eddy was Leroy's little brother. He also just so happened
to be an IT professional who worked for a large corporation in downtown
Cleveland. Obviously he'd done a lot better with his life than Leroy,
George's coworker, ever had.

George nodded to the scrawny man. He was dressed like his profession
would suggest: dark rimmed glasses, polo shirt tucked into name-brand
khakis, dress shoes. George stood and approached him, his large frame
towering above the much smaller man.

"So it's all ready?" he asked gruffly.

"I need to install something on your computer, but yeah, the hard
part's done. Want to see?" he grinned. There was something creepy about
the man's expression, but it didn't really bother George too much.
After all he was Leroy's brother. Leroy and George went way back, all
the way back to the war, actually. Any brother of his could be trusted.

He followed the computer-nerd down the hall to Amy's bedroom. When they
got inside everything looked just like it should: clean, pristine,
girly. Amy had begun to slack at some of her chores the last few weeks,
but cleaning her room wasn't one of them. That alone had begun George's
suspicions.

"There are three installed, like you asked," Eddy said excitedly. He
pointed to one corner of the room. "The primary is right there. Can you
see it?"

George squinted his eyes, then shook his head. "No," he admitted.

Eddy was grinning from ear to ear. "The lens is smaller than the tip of
a ballpoint pen. But it's there, trust me. The second camera," he
continued while pointing to the next corner of the room, "is there.
Those two alone will cover more than 70% of the room. The third one
gets the rest. It's right here."

George watched as the scrawny man walked quickly to an area just to the
left of his daughter's desk. He was pointing up to where the wall met
the ceiling. "This one happens to be the most obvious, but it couldn't
be helped. And besides, if I hadn't pointed it out to you would you
have ever seen it?"

George walked over and studied the area. He did see a little hole this
time but Eddy was right: if it hadn't been pointed out to him he'd
never have found it on his own.

"Good," George nodded. "This should work. What about her computer?"

Eddy seemed almost bored about this topic. "Yes, sure, I fixed it so
you'll be able to see what's she's up to on there. That was easy, I
won't even charge for that. But these cameras, George, do you have any
idea how sophisticated the technology is? There are better ones on the
market but for your purposes these are simply amazing! Wireless, full
color, 1.2GHz transmission frequency on 300 mega-watt power-"

"Okay, okay," George said. "I get it. I told you to get me the best.
But I thought I told you to buy four?"

Eddy shrugged his shoulders. "You don't really need four, George. If
your daughter's using drugs, you'll catch her with these three. The
only area of the room you won't be able to see is inside her closet."

George nodded. "Okay, then. We'll save the fourth just in case."

"Let me set up your computer now, and show you how this all works,"
Eddy said excitedly.

About ten minutes later George watched on as Eddy triumphantly
declared, "There, it's all done. Now check this out."

He walked through the user-friendly program step-by-step with the
51-year-old construction worker. George had been using computers for
several years, but even the basic things still seemed complicated to
him most of the time. This program, however, did make sense. A few
minutes later and George understood how to turn the cameras on, how to
turn the audio on, how to isolate a single camera or watch all three at
once. The quality of the feed was impressive, too: full color, a little
grainy perhaps, but definitely of much higher quality than those crappy
black-and-white security cameras he always saw being used in liquor
stores on "Wild Police Videos" on TV.

"Good, good," George said. "Now, how do I record something?"

Eddy stopped. His excited expression turned serious suddenly, and he
turned his head away from the two computer monitors in front of him.

"George," he began carefully, "why would you want to record anything?"

George's face blushed red. The man who had been so careful not to ask
too many questions suddenly seemed to be implying something. It was
offensive.

"If I catch her in there using," George snapped angrily, "I wanna be
able to confront her with the evidence!"

Eddy took a deep breath. "Look, George, please don't take offense. I'm
saying you're gonna become some peeping Tom. Hell, I've never seen your
daughter, she might be something to avoid looking at for all I know. I
just want to give ya fair warning that if you accidentally record her
in... say, compromising situations? Well, if anyone ever found those
recordings, well, that'd be child porn, that's all I'm saying. That's a
felony."

"I told you I'm only using this to find out if she's on drugs, that's
it," George snapped back, fighting to control his sudden anger. "I'm
not gonna spy on her! What kinda sick fuck do you think I am?"

"Look, what," Eddy said quickly, "I'm just saying be careful! I'm not
judging you, I'm not implying anything, I'm just saying to be careful.
You know?"

George took a deep breath. God did he want to knock this guy out. The
slimy little guinea was all but calling him a perv. But it wasn't like
that at all.

The reality was that George had seen a change in his daughter's
behavior shortly after she began the 8th grade, right after her 14th
birthday. She'd grown more isolated, more obsessed with her computer
and less obsessed with her friends. She never seemed to hang out with
friends anymore, actually. And on some mornings she looked like she
hadn't slept at all-she didn't eat much, she didn't talk much. But what
had really cemented George's growing conviction that his little girl
was spending her new bonanza of an allowance on drugs was that she'd
become hostile to him again.

It wasn't like before. She wasn't outright defiant. She was keeping her
grades up and for the most part she was doing her chores. But just two
weeks earlier he'd found a beer missing from the fridge. She'd insisted
she hadn't taken it, had even yelled at him for accusing her. But when
he'd angrily declared that she was grounded for the weekend she hadn't
batted an eyelash.

Her mood had become unpredictable. Sure, she was only 14, and he knew
teenagers rebel. But she was his daughter and he was going to be damned
before he let her become the defiant, troublesome teen she'd been
before he'd set her straight seven months before! He was going to find
out if she was on drugs. He'd searched her room and turned up nothing,
but that didn't mean much. For all he knew she kept her junk in her
purse. These cameras were either going to prove that drugs were the
reason for her sudden change (in which case he'd get her into rehab or
something), or prove that there was something else going on.

It was his right to keep an eye on her, he figured. She was his
daughter.

"Just show me how to record," George finally said after a deep,
controlled breath.

Eddy did. He showed him how to begin a recording, how to end it, how to
save the files. Next he showed George how to display Amy's computer on
his second monitor (he'd had two for several weeks-he liked watching a
movie on one and scrolling through porno pictures on the other).

"It'll be just like sitting in her seat. You'll see everything on the
screen she sees."

George was pleased again. Eddy was being casual again. George realized
that he'd probably frightened the smaller man: good.

"So how much do I owe ya?" George asked as he led Eddy downstairs.

"A grand, just like I quoted. Installing the cameras was actually
easier than I'd anticipated because you have that attic above her room,
but getting the receiver tuned properly took longer because of all the
copper pipes between her room and yours."

George nodded. At the doorway he stopped Eddy and then went into his
back pocket. "You take cash?" he said flatly to the smaller man.

Eddy grinned. "Is the Pope Catholic?"

George kept nodding as he counted out eleven $100 bills. "There's an
extra Franklin for ya in there," he said while handing the wad over. "I
know you don't need it but take it anyway. For the work and for... you
know. Keeping quiet."

Eddy nodded and pocketed the cash. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I
understand. I have kids too. If I thought one of them were using I'd be
doing the exact same thing... just be careful."

George opened the door for him then and, lo and behold, there was Amy
walking up the driveway.

Winter had come earlier than usual this year and Amy was wearing
heavier clothing because of it, but she still looked stunning. Her long
red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her white face reddened by the
chill air. Over her head were large pink earmuffs; over her shoulder
was slung her backpack. She was wearing a lined leather jacket which
didn't do much to hide her developing slender body, and her jeans were
tight, as always. She looked like an angel, a little snow angel.

"Holy shit," Eddy breathed when he saw her.

George gulped and felt the anger begin to boil again. But all Eddy did
was grin, turn to him, and shake his hand.

"I'll give Roy your best," he said loudly. Then he leaned in closer to
the large man and whispered, "Definitely be fucking careful!"

George watched as the man bounced down the porch and to the drive. He
dipped his head in acknowledgement to the girl, who passed him with a
suspicious look on her face. When she got to the door she asked, "Who
was that?"

"Friend of mine," George told his daughter. "Came to fix my computer."

"Oh," the girl replied. Without slowing down she went directly to the
stairway and then took the steps two at a time until George heard her
slam her bedroom door shut.

Suddenly something occurred to George. He looked at his watch: it was
almost six. His daughter had been coming home late from school recently
because of some extra credit thing she'd been working on, but still,
this was the latest she'd ever returned home.

Never mind the fact that it was a lucky coincidence she hadn't returned
while Eddy had been working in her room. Her late return was yet
another piece of evidence that his little girl was up to no good.

Time to find out what you're doing in there, George thought. He
ascended the stairs and went directly to his room.

END OF CHAPTER
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