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First story.  All the codes weren't planned, they just added themselves in
as the story grew.  Based on some unrelated items: 1. A five year old
wanting to kiss her grandfather on the lips and her mother being vehemently
against it;  2. Some of the things I like (or don't like) about kids I've
known;  3. Mara Wilson having 'powers' in the movie "Matilda";  4. A
History Channel special on the possibility of Yellowstone erupting in a
TEOTWAWKI event that covers the US with volcanic dust from Yellowstone to
the  Mississippi River and puts fine ash in the air that immediately shuts
down all air traffic and blocks sunlight for up to six years which drops
the worldwide temperature by 4 to 9 degrees F leading to crop failures and
massive deaths.  The Tambora eruption in 1815 was 2% the size of a
potential Yellowstone eruption, yet it caused the "year without a summer"
in the US in 1816 (snow in the Eastern US in June) and crop failures which
caused starvation in Europe.  Yellowstone last erupted about 640,000 years
ago; 

The original concept was a short story, but the tale took on a life of its
own and is now novel length - about 100,000 words. 

Author: YAWN - Yet Another Writing Newbie. 

Copyright 2010 YAWN Electronic distribution permission granted to
asstr.org.  Permission for any other use must be obtained by contacting the
author via asstr.org. 

If you can't tell this is fiction from the copyright date and the story
dates, you're either not old enough or not smart enough to be reading it. 



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Saturday, 8 August 2015 

Ring!  Ring!  Ring!  Ring!  Ring!  Ring!  Ring!  Ring!  Ring!  Ring! 

Generic ring on my cell phone at 3AM?  It's not someone in my phonebook:
not a good sign - it's either bad news or a drunk misdialing. 

"Hello?" 

"Mr. Wilson?" 

"Yes." 

"Sir, this is the Sheriff's Office.  We need you to come to the County
Morgue and help us identify an accident victim." 

"What?  Who?" 

"We believe it might be your sister." 

"I don't have a sister that lives here." 

"Are you related to Diane Wilson?" 

"She's my sister-in-law." 

"Then the victims may be your sister-in-law and her husband." 

"Can't be Daniel; he died two weeks ago and I'm here to help Diane settle
the estate." 

"Sir, all I know is that the car is registered to Diane Wilson and the cell
phone we found has you listed as an ICE." 

"A what?" 

"I-C-E: In Case of Emergency contact." 

"OK. How do I get there?" 

"We'll have a car there in 5 minutes." 

"Where's Molly?" 

"I'm sorry sir, but who is Molly?  There were only two people in the car." 

"Molly is Daniel and Diane's six year old daughter." 

"We can send a car to their residence to check on her." 

"No, wait...  If something has happened to her mother, she'll be terrified.
 Can you take me by the house first?  At least she'll see a familiar face."


"This is highly irregular, but since you're family we'll make an
exception." 

"Please, no siren or flashing lights as we go - Molly will be scared enough
just being awakened in the middle of the night." 

"Yes sir.  A car will be at your hotel in 5 minutes." 

OK George, put the cell phone where you'll remember to take it with you,
then find some clothes.  Where's the key Diane gave me in case of an
emergency?  Oh yes, in my wallet.  Where's the wallet?  In the suit I wore
to the lawyer's office yesterday.  Where's that suit?  I hung it in the
bathroom and let the shower run on hot to steam out some of the wrinkles.
Was it only yesterday that she gave me that key?  I guess so, it's been
less than 12 hours since I signed the papers to be executor of Daniel's
will - with some difficulty, as Molly wanted to be in my lap and have me
hugging her the entire time.  And the kiss on the lips she gave me when
they left - not like her to be that affectionate in public, probably just
misses her Daddy so much.   

Oh Molly!  You sweet, loving little girl.  First you lose your Daddy and
now maybe your Mommy. 

How long has it been since they called?  OK, three minutes - time to find
my shoes and maybe some fresh socks.  Comb my hair?  Probably better than
wearing the Tinkerbelle hat Molly insisted on giving me. 

OK - wallet, house key, room key card, cell phone.  Who's that guy in the
mirror with no shirt?  Oh, it's me - I've never been very functional after
2AM; it seems today is no exception.  Find a clean shirt in the luggage.
Now to the elevator. 

Ding!   

OK, this is the lobby; now where's the cop? 

"Mr. Wilson?" 

I turn to an incredibly feminine voice, to be greeted by a tall, uniformed
cop with a Glock on her belt and a lot of blonde hair under her hat. 

"Uh, yes, I'm George Wilson." 

"Sir, the duty sergeant thought it might be less scary for the little girl
if the officer was female." 

"Thank you, er, thank him." 

"We're in the grey Mustang out front." 

"Mustang?" 

"Yes sir, it's one of the traffic control cars - also known as a radar
chase vehicle.  It has no external lights.  You asked for no lights, so the
duty sergeant called in a favor." 

"Thank him for me again." 

"He has four granddaughters so he's very aware of things that scare kids.
If you'll fasten your seatbelt, sir." 

Never been around cops this nice - the Sheriff back in Troy, Alabama, acts
like he owns the county and the officers are all part of the good old boy
network. 

Think George!  What will you say to Molly?  'Honey, your Mommy is dead?'
No, not that.  'Honey, your Mommy's car was in an accident and the people
in the car were hurt and can't tell the police who they are.'   OK, that's
general enough for now.  If it's not Diane, then I can finish the story
later. 

"Mr. Wilson?" 

"Uh, what?" 

"Sir, we're at the house.  Do they have any other vehicles?" 

"No, Daniel was killed when his Smart Car was hit by an 18 wheeler that ran
a red light while the driver was texting." 

"Sorry sir.  I investigated that accident.  I believe the DA is going to
try for first degree murder in the prosecution." 

"Murder one for a traffic accident?" 

"The new law against texting while driving has some very stiff penalties
and they're harsher for a `professional' driver who should know better.
Should we ring the bell when we get to the door?" 

"No, Diane gave me a key in case I needed to get into the house." 

Click!   

At least the door was locked.  I hope the sitter is a good one.  Hmm, no
lights?   

Ping!  Ping!  Ping! 

What the ..?  Oh yes - the alarm is set.  What's the code?  I think Diane
said it was Molly's birthday?  OK. April 11. 4-1-1 

Ping!  Ping!  Ping! 

What now?  Dates have FOUR digits, George!  0411 

Beep! 

OK, the green light is on.  Where's the babysitter?  There's note on the
TV.  'Mrs. Wilson, I did what you said and left at 11:30 so I can make
soccer practice at 6:00AM.  I hope you and your sister had a good time.
Molly was very upset and I had a hard time getting her to bed.  She kept
yelling "I hate Jack!", but I kept telling her you were out with your
sister Jackie. Logan S.' 

What?  It's 3:30AM and a six year old has been alone for four hours?
What's going on with Diane?  I thought she was more responsible.  And who
is the Jack that Molly hates? I've never known her to hate anyone... 

"Mr. Wilson, you look angry.  Is there something important in the note?" 

"Yes officer.  The babysitter went home at 11:30 as she had been instructed
by Diane - who apparently knew she would be out much later.  I must check
on Molly." 

"Yes sir.  I'll wait here so the uniform doesn't scare her." 

"Thank you, officer." 

Which room is Molly's?  Second door on the right?  No, it's all toys.
That's right, it was the nursery.  She's in her 'big girl' room now - one
more door.  There's a shapeless blob on the bed that might be a little girl
hiding under a blanket.  Where's the light by the bed?  This feels like
Mickey.  Click!  Not much light - probably one of Daniel's eco-friendly LED
bulbs; that's OK, don't want to startle Molly. 

"Uncle George?  What time is it?  Why is the light on?  Is it still dark
outside?  Why are you in my room?" 

"Hi Molly.  It's very late at night.  The light is on because it's dark
outside.  I need to talk to you." 

"Uncle George, did Mommy and that awful Jack get in trouble?" 

"Molly, I thought your Mommy was with her sister Jackie." 

"No, that's just what she told people so they wouldn't know what she was
doing.  Jack is her boss at work and she goes out with him every weekend.
And sometimes she makes me do things to make Jack happy." 

"What kind of things, Molly?" 

"I don't want to talk about it, Uncle George.  Will you hold me?" 

"Sir, I couldn't help but overhear.  Would you like me to contact
Children's Services?" 

"No.  Would it be possible for me to take care of Molly?  I am listed as
guardian in Daniel's will." 

"Yes sir, we just need to see a copy of the will." 

"It's at the lawyer's office: Smith, Brown, Smith, and Chung." 

"That's OK sir, we can see a copy tomorrow." 

"I don't understand.  I thought cops always wanted documentation before
allowing any arrangement like this." 

"That's usually true, Mr. Wilson, but I knew Daniel through his involvement
in the Neighborhood Watch program and I know that he thought the world of
his older brother.  The duty sergeant is Diane's uncle and has heard about
you from Daniel.  We don't think she could be in better hands." 

"Uncle George, why is the police lady here?  Where is Mommy?  Since Logan
went home, will you stay with me?" 

"Molly, the police lady is Officer Jackson.  She brought me here because
your Mommy's car was in an accident and we wanted to be sure you were OK.
Now she wants me to go with her because the people who were in the car were
hurt and can't tell the police who they are or what happened.  Will you let
me get you some other clothes and pack you a suitcase so you can come with
me?  I can look at the people who were hurt and tell if your Mommy is one
of them.  If she is, and they will let you visit, you can tell her
goodnight.  OK?" 

"OK, Uncle George.  You always know the best way to take care of things -
that's what Daddy always said.  I MISS MY DADDY!" 

"Molly, will you let me hold you?  Do you want me to rub your back?" 

"OK, Uncle George.  Your back rubs always make me sleepy." 

"Then let's get your clothes changed and a bag packed so we can go; I can
rub your back in the car.  Tink jeans, yellow shirt, superhero panties,
Alice dress, pink gown?" 

"Oh, Uncle George, you know what I like better than Mommy does!" 

Not much point in locking the door, as the only thing of value is going
with us - Molly.  Better keep up appearances. 

Click! 

"Molly, we'll sit in the back seat so I can rub your back.  Remember that I
have to check whether your Mommy is one of the people hurt and if so,
whether she can have visitors.  I'll leave you in the car with Officer
Jackson until I find out." 

"OK." 

Two minutes later she's curled against my side, snoring softly. 

"Mr. Wilson?" 

"Yes?" 

"Do you have children of your own?" 

"No.  My wife died young and I never found another woman like her.  I've
been fortunate to share in the lives of my nieces and nephews." 

"Well, it was obvious you knew how to phrase possibly bad news in a way
that can be changed later." 

"That has been enhanced by being a political speechwriter." 

"Sir, we're at the morgue and Molly is asleep.  What do you want to do?" 

"I would appreciate it very much if you would stay with her while I go
inside." 

"Yes sir, I'll do that.  Let me call the guard to tell him we're here.
'M201, this is TC23.  Mr. Wilson is on his way to the door.'" 

"Roger, TC23.  The outside lights are on." 

OK, George, tighten your gut and hold yourself together.  If it is Diane,
you have an incredibly precious little girl to care for - for a long time.
If it's not Diane, you'll be taking care of Molly until Diane is found -
and much longer if they charge her with child endangerment and abandonment.
 OK, button says 'Press for Admittance'.  Bzzt! 

"Mr. Wilson?" 

"Yes." 

"Please open the door when you hear the buzz." 

BZZZZZT!  Good thing the morgue has no neighbors - that lock is LOUD. 

"Sir, if you'll follow me.  Are you family of the deceased?" 

"I'm not really sure.  They contacted me because it was my sister-in-law's
car and my number was on the cell phone they found." 

"There were two victims.  Might the other be your brother?" 

Didn't I answer that question 30 minutes ago?  No, not for this person... 

"No, my brother was killed in an accident two weeks ago." 

"Sorry to hear that, sir.  Do you know who the other person might be?" 

"Possibly someone named Jack. He may have been Diane's boss. But first, can
I see if it is my sister-in-law?" 

"Yes sir.  Right this way.  She's in Room 7; he's across the hall in Room
8.  I hope you have a strong stomach.  They were apparently trying to beat
a train to a crossing and they are both pretty badly torn up." 

That bottle-red hair, the ring in the right eyebrow, the amethyst ring on
what's left of her right hand: it's Diane.  OK, what do I tell Molly?  Do I
tell her now or wait until morning?  I'll think on that while I look at the
other victim.  OK, silver hair, lots of lines - he must be 20 years older
than Diane.  Molly did say something about Diane's boss.  What's in that
tattoo?  'Jack M'.  Molly said it was Jack.  The marks on his left forearm?
 Those are airbag burns - he was driving... 

"Sir?  Can you identify them?" 

"The woman is my sister-in-law, Diane Sloan Wilson.  The man may be her
boss Jack; I don't know a last name.  I she worked in the office at an auto
glass company: GlassRx or something like that." 

"Thank you, sir.  The officer will drive you back now." 

"Officer Jackson, why are you in the back seat?" 

"Mr. Wilson, Molly had a nightmare.  She said something about not finding
her blanket to hide under, so I got a blanket and a teddy bear from the
emergency supplies in the trunk." 

"I know you carry blankets, but teddy bears?" 

"They are provided by donations.  We give them out to children who've been
traumatized in some manner during an incident." 

"I'm glad you had it.  I guess 'Georgie Bear' was hidden under the blanket
on her bed and I didn't think to look for it." 

"'Georgie Bear'?" 

"Yes, I gave it to her when she was two and she named it 'Georgie Bear'.
As far as I know, she's slept with it ever since." 

"Would you like to take Molly to your hotel, or do you want to take her
home?" 

"Based on her 'I hate Jack!' outburst, there may be some bad memories at
the house.  She can have the other bed in my hotel room.  Will the front
desk question my bringing in a child at this hour?" 

"No problem with the hotel, sir.  My brother is the night manager and I'll
tell him just enough for him to be comfortable with the situation.  He
knows we try to keep children with family members, even if circumstances
mean they're living in a hotel." 

"Thank you, Officer Jackson." 

"No, thank you Mr. Wilson.  You have no idea how many children experience
the loss of one or both parents and there is no one willing to take them
in.  Good night, sir." 

Is it only 5AM?  Has it only been two hours since the phone rang?  It
wasn't a dream - Molly's on the other bed.  Poor exhausted little girl; she
didn't even stir when I took off her shoes and jeans.  What about
breakfast?  Does room service have any kids' cereals and apple juice?  Not
on the room service menu - I'll fight that battle when it comes up. 





Knock! Knock! 

What the heck?  What time is it?  9:30 and I'm starved; guess Molly is too.
 Where is Molly? 

"Room Service.  Your breakfast is here" 

"I didn't call Room Service." 

"I did, Uncle George.  I told them I wanted Krispy Krackles with skim milk
and a glass of apple juice and that you would want two English muffins with
honey and a big pot of coffee.  Did I get it right, Uncle George?" 

Click! 

"Come in.  Yes, Molly, you got it right.  I didn't see any of these things
on the Room Service menu." 

"No, sir, they're not on the menu, but we have a standing order from the
night manager to provide whatever food you request at no charge, sir." 

"I don't understand." 

"We frequently work with the police on family cases and understand that you
may need a lot of support." 

"Thank you." 

"If you would like to eat in the hotel restaurants, please use your room
key card.  Those charges are also covered." 

"Thank you again." 

"You're most welcome.  Good morning, sir." 

"Uncle George, how did I get in your hotel room?  Where is Mommy?  Where is
that awful Jack?  Did you bring my other clothes?  How did I get this
blanket and bear?  Where is Georgie Bear?" 

"Molly, do you remember that your Mommy went out last night?" 

"Yes, Jack came by to pick Mommy up.  He said he needed someone really
young to get him started, so I had to kiss him on the lips - he put his
tongue in my mouth and he hurt my lips - and I had to let him put his hand
in my underwear and then I had to suck his thing.  Then Mommy called Logan
and she came over to babysit me - but I don't need a babysitter, I'm not a
baby." 

"Did Jack make you do other things?  If you don't want to tell me, we can
get a doctor that you can talk to." 

"I don't need a doctor, Uncle George.  You've always been the one person I
could tell anything - you never told anyone, but sometimes you did
something that made things better.  I remember when I wanted to kiss you on
the lips and Mommy was really angry about me wanting to.  You let me when
we went to the park - we rode the boat in the Tunnel of Love!" 

"Molly, you've always been very mature for your age, so I've let you decide
what and how much you wanted to do." 

"Uncle George, I really liked it when you showed me what we could do with
our tongues and how good it felt when you rubbed my butt.  But you were
always gentle and you never hurt me or made me do something I didn't want
to do.  I never told anyone what we did - I remember how mad Mommy was when
I pecked you on the lips to tell you goodbye that trip." 

"Molly, I'm glad you're comfortable with the things we've done.  I never
want you to feel that I am making you do something that you don't want to
do.  I'm going to give you a magic word that you can use when you want me
to stop doing something.  Your word is 'candlestick'." 

"'Candlestick' doesn't sound very magic to me." 

"Let's try it.  Do you remember how much I like to kiss your pretty little
nipples?" 

"Oooh, I like that, too!" 

"Well, just to test the magic word, let's try it.  Pull up your shirt and
lie across my lap." 

"I like it, Uncle George.  Don't stop!" 

"Remember, we're doing this to test the magic word." 

"Please don't stop." 

"Test the magic word. 

"OK. Candlestick.  Why did you stop? 

"What did you say?" 

"Candlestick." 

"And what magic property does 'candlestick' have?" 

"You stop what you're doing - and it really works!" 

"Remember that and also remember that if I say 'candlestick' it means that
you should stop what you're doing and go back to looking like an innocent
little girl." 

"I knew there was a catch somewhere..." 

"No, not a catch, just a way of keeping the things we do from the people
who wouldn't approve of a little girl doing these things with her uncle." 

"OK.  But what about Mommy and Jack?" 

"Molly, they both died in the car wreck.  It looks like Jack was driving
and tried to beat a train to a crossing." 

"I'M GLAD HE'S DEAD!  I'M GLAD HE'S DEAD!  I'M GLAD HE'S DEAD!  I'M GLAD
HE'S DEAD!  I'M GLAD HE'S DEAD!" 

"Settle down, Molly.  People will want to know what you're screaming
about." 

"But I am glad he's dead!" 

"It's OK to feel that way, but unless you want to spend a long time telling
the people at Children's Services what he did to you and never letting them
know what we've done, you just need to be sad your Mommy is dead.  It's OK
if you seem to be angry with Jack for getting your Mommy killed - people
will understand that." 

"OK, Uncle George.  But will you shut up and kiss me now?" 

"OK, Dyson." 

"Why do you call me Dyson when I want to kiss you?" 

"Because you're going to try to suck my tongue down your throat like a big
Dyson vacuum cleaner." 

"I only suck hard when you rub or squeeze my butt." 

"Want to do it with bare tummies?" 

"I love it that way.  My shirt is off - what are you waiting for?" 

"This shirt has buttons and fits a lot tighter than your tee shirt." 

"OK, kiss me and rub my butt." 

I love the passion of this little girl - gentle kisses, followed by
tentative licking, followed by her tongue in my mouth (wish it was longer
so I wouldn't lose suction on it).  My tongue in her mouth gets sucked on,
then nearly sucked down her throat - not quite painful, but close.  Gentle
butt rubs make her suck more; hard squeezes make her hump against my
stomach.  I need to ask her if Jack has entered that back door in any
manner. 

"Uncle George!" 

"Yes, Molly." 

"Wet your finger and stick it in my backside.  It hurt when Jack did it,
but I know you'll be gentle and make me feel good." 

"Are you sure, Molly?" 

"Yes, Uncle George.  I remember the magic word and I know that it works." 

I love this smart girl.  I can't get my pinky in from this position, but
bird finger can reach.   

"You want me to lick the finger or do you want to?" 

"I want to.  I'll suck it deeper than your tongue." 

And she did.  I can't get any finger that far into my mouth without gagging
- wonder what else she's done with Jack? 

My finger went in easily. It's snug, but she didn't try to block it or push
it out.  Something else to ask about? 

"Uncle George." 

At least she has to break the vacuum on my tongue to speak. 

"Yes, Molly." 

"Jack made me suck his thing as far in as I could so Mommy could get a
promotion.  When she did something bad at work, I had to pay for it by
letting him put his thing up my butt." 

Is she reading my mind? 

"Yes, Uncle George.  That's why I wasn't scared when you came into my
bedroom.  I knew it was you.  I'll miss Mommy sometimes, but I love being
with you and the things we do and, yes, I remember who to trust and tell
things to and who not to trust.  Officer Jackson thought Daddy was really
nice and she would do anything she could for me, so I gave her a
'suggestion' to listen to you.  I can't make people do things - at least
not yet - but maybe when I'm older." 

"Molly, do you want to go back to your house?  We can live there and you
can stay in the same school and play with the same friends." 

"I don't have any friends. The other kids think I'm weird because I know
when to shut up - you know, just before the teacher turns around and starts
calling kids down - and because I think school is important.  Most of the
other girls at school are only interested in makeup, fancy clothing labels,
boy bands, and dumb TV shows.  I'd rather be with you." 

"Are there any clothes or other things that you want to get out of the
house?" 

"Yes.  Georgie Bear, the princess dress and gown, the Incredibles
underwear, and all the other stuff you sent me." 

"Would you like to go back today and get those things?" 

"Only if you'll be with me." 

"Molly, I will be with you for as long as you want me." 

"I want you for ever." 

"You might change your mind when you're older.  You might find a boy you
want to marry and have children with." 

"I want to have children with you.  Mommy told me about how babies are
made, but I didn't understand it all.  Can you tell me and show me?" 

"Molly, telling you so you understand may take a long time.  Showing you
may have to wait until you're older because of the differences in our body
sizes.  Let's go get the things you want from your house.  I'll call a real
estate agent and we'll put the house up for sale very soon." 

"Can't we just forget my house and go back to your house?" 

"As much as I would like to take you home with me right now, we have to
wait for your Mommy's will to be processed so I have full and legal claim
to you." 

"But you're my uncle and I love you." 

"I know, Molly, but some things have to be done in a certain order to be
accepted by other people.  If I spelled your name `l-o-l-y-m', would it be
acceptable to you?" 

"No, Uncle George, it's `M-o-l-l-y'." 

"Sometimes other things have to be done in the right order also.  Do you
understand?" 

"I think so.  But will you kiss me again?  And rub my butt?  And my front?"


"OK, just one time.  If you hear a knock on the door, it's Room Service
with lunch." 

"Does 'candlestick' work on Room Service?  I just heard the elevator." 

"No, we'll both have to wait.  I think you might want to try a few bites of
the chicken enchilada before we start again." 

"You remembered!  Chicken enchiladas are my favorite!  You get a big kiss
for that!" 

Knock!  Knock! 

"Candlestick!" 

"OK, I hear him knocking, too." 

"Scoot to the bathroom and put your clothes back on." 

"Why?  We'll just be taking them off later." 

"Yes, but much later - we're going to your house to get stuff." 

Knock! Knock!  

"Room Service!" 

Click! 

"Sorry, guess I dozed off.  It was a long night." 

"Sorry to have wakened you, sir." 

"That's OK.  I need to be up to get things done today." 

"Uncle George can you bring me fresh underwear?" 

"I think the little one may have had an accident." 

"I understand, sir.  My little sister had accidents for almost a year after
my father died.  I think they just need to be reassured that whoever is
left won't leave them." 

Click! 

"OK, Molly.  Here's the last of your underwear.  We'll pick up more clothes
and maybe have time to wash the dirty stuff while we're at your house." 

"Do we have to go?" 

"Did I call 'candlestick' because I wanted to?" 

"OK, I'll go pack the dirty stuff - but you owe me a lot of kissy-face
time." 

"As much time as you want after supper.  Meanwhile, I'm a sad man who lost
his brother and sister-in-law and you're a sad little girl who lost her
Daddy and Mommy." 

"OK, I can look sad because I still want kissy-face time with you." 

"That doesn't look sad - that looks more like an evil grin!" 

"Just look at me.  I'll make faces until you see sad.  You don't have to
tell me, I'll know." 

"I'll remember that.  Desk, this is Mr. Wilson in 435.  Can you get a taxi
that's willing to wait for a return fare?  We're ready to leave now." 

"Yes sir.  I call you when the taxi arrives." 

"Hi, Joe, this is Luis at the Sheraton.  We have a guest who needs a wait
and return trip." 

"Hi, Luis.  Who's the fare?" 

"The passenger's name is Wilson, George Wilson." 

"Hey, boss.  Sheraton needs a wait and return for a George Wilson.  That
name is on your 'notify me' list." 

"Thanks, Joe.  I'll take the fare." 

"I thought you were just management now, boss?" 

"Most of the time that's true, but I owe someone." 

"OK, boss.  Luis, Albert is coming for this one - must be somebody very
important for him to skip golf and take what might be an all day fare." 

"Thanks, Joe." 

Ring!  Ring! 

"Yes?" 

"Mr. Wilson, your cab is out front.  The driver is Albert." 

"Thank you.  Let's go Molly; the cab is waiting for us." 

Hopefully this is the last time Molly will have to enter this house.  She
has so many sad memories of the times with Jack.  I know the finger in her
vagina hurt - she said it bled for a couple of hours.  Guess the 'how
babies are made' demonstration is a couple of years away.  Back to the
business at hand.  Get the dirty clothes into the washer - maybe I'll
remember to move them to the dryer later.  Bigger suitcase to get more
clothes for Molly.  Need to find Diane's life insurance policies and her
will - Daniel had the neat filing cabinet with 'Insurance' and 'Will'
folders; don't think I'll be that lucky with Diane. 

"Uncle George?" 

"Yes, Molly?" 

"Mommy kept all her important papers in the middle left drawer in the
kitchen island." 

"Thanks, Honey." 

"I like it when you call me 'Honey'.  You used to always call me that." 

"I'm sorry, Molly.  There's been so much going on with your Daddy's death
and now your Mommy..." 

"I understand.  I'm just glad you started calling me 'Honey' again." 

"I love you, Honey." 

"I love you too, Uncle George." 

"You're right, her life insurance policy and her will are here, along with
a lot of traffic tickets and unpaid bills.  I don't know if her life
insurance will be enough to pay off these bills." 

"Look at the back of the third shelf of the linen closet." 

"What am I looking for?" 

"A green towel with the letters 'MM' on it.  She said the 'MM' stood for My
Money.  That's where she kept the money she made seeing men when Daddy was
out of town.  She had someone here almost every night." 

"OK, I found it."   

There's $400,000 here.  She certainly wasn't a cheap whore - and I guess
there'd be quite a bit more if she hadn't bought the Ferrari.  With the
$450,000 from Daniel's insurance and the $1,000,000 this place should sell
for (even the outskirts of Palo Alto aren't cheap) Molly and I will have
almost two million bucks! 

"Is two million bucks a good thing, Uncle George?" 

"Yes, Honey.  It's a lot of money and we can move to almost anywhere we
want." 

"Daddy talked about meeting Mommy at Duke.  What is Duke and where is it?" 

"Duke is a very good university in North Carolina; that's on the other side
of the country." 

"I know where North Carolina is - I learned all the states from the map
puzzle you sent me.  You always give the best presents!" 

"I think you might like North Carolina.  In summer, we can drive to the
ocean to swim or walk along the beach hunting shells and in winter we can
drive to the mountains to snow ski." 

"Can we go there now?" 

"No, Honey. We have to wait for the courts to process your Mommy's will.
If they do things as fast as they did for your Daddy, it will be two
weeks." 

"Why do we need to wait?" 

"I think your Mommy's will names me as your guardian if something happens
to her and your Daddy, just as your Daddy's will named me as your guardian
if something happened to him and your Mommy.  If both wills say the same,
then I will ask to adopt you." 

"Adopt?  Does that mean that you'll be my Daddy and I'll be your daughter?
For always and always?" 

"Yes, Honey, that's exactly what it means." 

"HOORAY!  I'M GETTING A NEW DADDY!  I'M GETTING A NEW DADDY!  I'M GETTING A
NEW DADDY!" 

"Wait a minute.  We have to see if the courts think I'm as wonderful as
your Daddy and Mommy did." 

"I can't wait!  Give me a new daddy kiss!" 

"OK, Dyson." 

"You bet I'll be Dyson.  I'm gonna suck your tongue all the way off!" 

"But how will I talk or do tongue `stuff' next time?" 

"Well, maybe not all the way off, but as far as I can suck it!" 

I seem to have created a monster here - but what a wonderful way to die!
Oh, yes, we came here for clothes and documents - and the taxi meter is
still running. 

"Don't worry about the taxi.  I 'suggested' that it was such a nice day
that he should get out and walk around the park across the street.  He
decided he couldn't leave the meter running while he took a walk.  I'll
'suggest' that he comes back later.  OK, I'm naked now.  Take off your
shirt and kiss me, Uncle George!  I want to rub all of me against you!" 

I love the feel of all this soft, warm, little girl skin against mine.  The
soft yet firm little butt in my hands.  Her impossibly strong suction on my
tongue.  The humping against my stomach when I squeeze those globes
together.  She's slowing down - what gives?  Oh, the clock just struck 9 -
past her bedtime and she just crashed.  Time to get some clothes on her -
pajamas tonight I think, less little girl skin showing when I carry her
through the hotel lobby.  Need to get clothes to take back - she's ahead of
me, she really did pack while I was searching for the documents.  And
Georgie Bear and her favorite pink blanket are on top.  She's one smart
kid. 

Ding! Ding! 

What's that?  Oh yeah, the doorbell. 

"Sir, I go off duty at 10:00PM.  Are you ready to return, or should I call
another taxi for you?" 

"Thanks, Albert.  We'll be going now.  Can you get the bag by the door?
And here's the key.  Could you lock up for me?" 

"Yes sir, I'll be glad to.  I see the little one is all in for the night,
so you just get her to the cab.  The back door is already open.  I'll call
the bellhop at the hotel.  He'll meet us at the door and take your bag up
for you." 

"Thanks, Albert." 

OK, we're back in the hotel room.  My beautiful little Molly is still as
limp as a rag doll - when she crashes, she crashes hard!  What's that cart
over there?  There's a note.  'Mr. Wilson, Room Service closes at 10:30PM,
so here's a cart of foods that will keep until you get back.  Enjoy your
late meal!  Bob Jackson.  Who the devil is Bob Jackson?   Wait - Jackson -
the cop was Jackson.  She said her brother was night manager here.  These
people are really nice!  Food - but any beverages?  Yes!  A silver can of
Colorado Kool Aid.  Only one?  I guess they do have experience with these
situations - as tired as I am tonight, I may not finish one can... 

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