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From: A C <taste17it@yahoo.it>
Subject: {ASSM} "Time capsule" (M/Ff, consensual, M/f, rape, Murder)
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Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2009 22:10:02 -0500
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Hillary T.


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"Time capsule" (M/Ff, consensual, M/f, rape, Murder) 
by Hillary T.

"Hey dad, did you see how good I smacked that ball?"
"Hey mom can I have your tongue on my pussy when we'll back home
..pretty pleeeeeease"

Stefanie chocked with the coke she was drinking from the cup and
bursting part of it on the car glass in front of her.

Sarah was laughing and John also wasn't able to hide his smile
too:  his sight left the road and turned to her with frowed face
for a second for reproach his daughter  "Sarah, Helen Kusak, how
many time I have to tell you to no.." He never saw the SUV
hitting the left side of the car.

"Sarahhhhh.."  John Kusak wake up again  from his usual nightmare
with her face totally sweat and tears running from his eyes.. He
realized again his baby girl was dead 4 years ago! He suddenly
focused over the ringing phone and automatically picked it up,
asking who was at the phone.

"Officer Kusak?? Kellogh Police Department, Domestic and Minor
Violence Unit here."

The only word he was able to say was a grunt.

"Officer Kusak, we have a problem here and your presence is
requested."

"Listen Lady, it's 3 AM and  I am not working anymore for your
unit.. I am in accounting  office now. Try with some o..."

"Officer Kusak, we know about your current status and we are
sorry  but one person involved in a murder case expressly request
your name. Can you please come here and help us?? She's a young
girl and we are trying to understand what's happened."

"Uh.. ok, ok.. give me 30 minutes." John switched off the phone
and brushed his hands over his face.  Checked at his side but, as
usual, his wife Stefanie wasn't there and the bed wasn't
touched.
He went out from the bed and drove his body in the shower's
cabin. While the cold water was helping him to recover and
washing out the  sweat, he was trying to not recall how many
times he was under this shower,  kissing his wife while Sarah was
lovingly sucking his cock or licking her mother's fresh fucked
pussy.

After 10 minutes he was showered, shaved and dressed. He went in
the living room finding his wife passed out on the sofa with her
best friend between her arms: an empty bottle of wine. Sighed
again, left a short note for her , picked the car's key and
left.

Was a strange feeling coming again in that unit. Since Sarah's
death he didn't want back there. Too memories, too little kids
and their moms beat or killed. Something he wasn't able to think
about anymore. Just some face he knew but most of them were
strangers. Some hand shacked with an exchange of sights or just
the name. All of them knew what was happened and all of them kept
Sarah on their lap one time at least.

"Officer Kusak??" A voice back him in reality. "I am Lieutenant
Veronique Fall and I am in charge. I am sorry if I disturbed you
but we have someone who want see you. Follow me please"

John was following her. She should be in her middle 30th maybe
attractive in the right dress and in another place but, as all
people who was working for some time in this unit, her eyes
watched too many tragedies and it made her older than she really
was. 

Over a one way window there was a preteen girl. The sport wear
she was wearing was 3 or for times her real size. It  meaning
someone borrowed them to her and it also was meaning she had to
run out of her house in the middle of the night. Her sight was
void and it was fixed in some part of the small room. A small
backpack, maybe  the things she was considering the most precious
of her life, was pressed at her chest by her arms. He already
knew, before the explanation, something terrible happened to the
girl that night. A policewoman was there as procedure.

"Her mom's boyfriends beat her and her mom . We find him with a
knife planted in his back and her mom with her head splashed 
against the wall. We supposed he killed her before die. We also
think the mom was trying to protect Sarah, it's her name, while
he was raping her. "

The sight of the Lieutenant went on the man's eyes. They were
full of tears but she just cleared her voice .

"What I am going to tell you it's our idea of what is really
happened, well except the fact we are sure she was beat and
raped,  but we also need her testify for confirm what really
happened in this flat. Unfortunately she 's shocked  and what
she's able to say is her name. During our investigations we found
one of your card. You know, when you were working here. When we
ask about it she ask to see you."

John examined the card wondered how the girl could have one. He
doesn't remember her or even her name. It was a deleted part of
his life.

"Could you try to talk to her? Maybe she could say what is really
happened and we could give her to the social worker and put a
mark at this terrible night."

The man just watched the lady in her eyes, They both exchanged
their respects for each other. They 
   both knew their eyes already seen much more than their mind
could keep. 

He smiled weakly at the lady saying: "I'll see what can I do
Ma'am". Then he left the room.

John toke a big gulp of air before come in the room. 

"Sarah, I am the officer John Kusak, can I have a seat and talk a
little with you??"

The girl's eyes blinked as she was just waking up. The sight went
at his face level and, suddenly, the girl throw herself against
the man's body, put her arms against his chest and starting to
cry uncontrollably.

John was still. He didn't know what to do. His sight was running
between the girl's head, to the one way window on the wall to the
police woman who was in the room. After some second he
instinctively started to rub the girl's hair and whispering  to
stay calm and everything was going to be fine.

" He killed mom..." the girl was able to say after  some minute
and between her sobs. "he killed mom and it's all my fault".

"It's not your fault baby girl. He was trying to rape you and
your mom was protecting you. It's not your fault at all."

"Yes it's my fault because I should keep my mouth shout and not
scream when he did me. So mom could be still alive. He told me he
was going to kill her if I was going to tell." Then Sarah told
him what happened and how his cock was deep in her womb  making
her scream in pain and how her mom entered in the room and
planted the knife in his back. How terrified she was when she saw
him break her mom's head against the wall and how he turned at
her for kill her too but fall dead on her body.

"Sarah, listen to me.." he toke her face between his hands.."
it's not your fault. He was a mean man and probably he was going
to kill your mom and you too anyway. "

John nodded at the one way window and then, after he kept her
again on his chest,  said "Sarah.. how do you know me?? Why you
were looking for me??  "

The girl looked in his eyes with a sight of pain "I was the
best..Well, I suppose I was the best friend of Sarah.. We were
used to to play in the backyard before.. she..  I am sorry.." 

A flash passed through her mind. He reviewed some images of a
skinny girl with his Sarah while they were playing together.

Sarah and John started to cry together. Just the soft touch one
his shoulder made him turn his face.

"It's all recorded. Thank you. I am very sorry if we refreshed
old memories." Lieutnant Fall said.

From her face sounded she already ended all tears available long
time ago. 

John stopped to cry and got up ashamed of his reaction. Also the
police woman was trying her best for not cry.

"I am sorry guys. Not very pro." then he turned again to the girl
" Sarah. I have to leave for a moment because I have to sign some
record. Stay here with this lady. I'll back soon."

He back in the main room and start to write his report trying to
not cry again. Suddenly a fat woman 
slammed the entrance door. She was smelling of sweat, cigarette,
and dirty clothes. Immediately she started to scream asking who
was in charge and for what hell of reason they woke her up in the
early morning.

Lieutenant Fall went out of her office and introduced herself
then they went in their office. From what he was able to see and
from what he found, she was the social worker who was in shift
for this night and was obvious she didn't care very much about
people she should help.

After few minutes of fight they went out and the furious social
worker said she was waiting for documents for keep in custody the
little brat. 

John's hart fall down. He could just imagine what sort of hell
was waiting the poor girl. 

She grabbed the phone for call home for be sure her wife was full
awake warning  her they were going to have a guest, signed the
record and went in the Lieutenant's office and after a short
conversation he back to the girl.

The smile in her face when he back in the room was something
which warmed his hart. 

"Sarah, listen, from what I hear you haven't a place where to
stay or person who can take care of you. What do you think if you
stay at me for the next days until we...offff" 

John wasn't able to end the sentence because a little flash hit
his chest and hold his body tightly.
John got red in his face and watched the police woman with shame
as she was barely able to hide a smile but saying it seemed an
yes as reply. Also Lieutenant Fall just entered in the room
smiled warmly.

"Well John, here the papers for the custody. Thank you very much
and. You got a big hart and I am pretty envious of my
predecessor. If you want back in our unit..."

"Not in my life Ma'am. Not again in my life" John was smiling.
Their sights crossed, showing again respect for each other. She
knew it was just the obvious reply. He knew she already read his
file and also knew she knew it very well. Maybe, without the
tragedy in his family, he could easily be the Lieutenant in
charge instead of her . The lady shacked her head and left but
not before say her door was always opened for him and inform him
about the visit of the social worker in next few days for check
and discuss about the girl's future.


Please send me comments and tell me how/if I should write the
sequel: Also please forgive me for my poor grammar properties
but, unfortunately, English isn't my mother language.
Thanks in advance.
 





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