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He married not long after his 34th birthday, his wife Jan was also 34. They shared many interests and life was primarily good. Not long after their 4th Anniversary, they welcomed their first child, Gracie, into their family. (kidnap, v, sn, military) *** Reverend Jim did not indulge too much of his past history to Jan, nor to anyone else. In his younger days Jim worked for the military of the United States. Just before graduation, Jim had joined the Army and soon found himself saying yes to the Special Forces. His mentor, Captain Gerald Gerard, now a full bird Colonel, had personally trained him and a handful of others to be special, very special. At the time, there were special forces and then there were elite special forces, of which Jim soon became a part of. The military always looked for the same criteria for this group, single, excels in all training, and a warrior type mentality and in Jim's case it helped that he was multi-lingual. His training was immense. A seventeen year old was like putty in the instructors' hands. Jim did so well to his initial training that before his 20th birthday he was chosen to be one of five men who were known in military circles as Viper Squad, or in civilian terms, `all specialty.' Jim's specialties included computer programming and hacking, guerilla warfare, sharpshooter (all types of weapons), disguises, over 40 languages spoken fluently, explosives expert including nuclear and chemical weaponry, field surgeon, aviation, engine mechanics, electrical engineer, and much more. In the 10 years of active service, Jim `visited' over 40 countries around the world. He normally would burrow in a government to steal information or make a hit. Jim's membership in the Viper Squad was well documented by his superiors but was buried deep in government classification, where not even high commanding officers of the military were allowed unless given priority status. Jim rose fast in rank and was designated as a major just before asking for an inactive designation. He was an active participant in Viper Squad well into the early years of his ministry, taking vacations and days off to help the government with some high security issue. His fair complexion and blonde hair pretty well kept him in the Eastern Bloc countries. These traits he had hid from everyone except his father. When Jim was 32 years old, he retired from active service. The cold war was over and the Eastern Bloc Communist countries had all but disappeared. He began losing his physical build to inactivity and soon he was carrying a good 260 pounds on his six foot frame, up from his fighting weight of 210. Don't be mistaken, he was still fast, very fast, but he didn't look it. None of his friends or church members would ever guess he was once a member of the special forces of the United States. He guessed that being fat would deter the military from reactivating him. He kept in touch with Colonel Girard over the years. The colonel kept him posted on goings on within the government's military. Viper Squad was all but gone, three of the force had been killed in action, one had gone his own way and hired out to the highest bidder and Jim was inactive. Recently Jim acquired a gift from Colonel Girard, a new experimental handheld tracking device hooked up to a billion dollar satellite hovering over the United States. It was the first step into keeping track of its citizens as they approach the New Millennium. Girard sent him a note to test it out and play with it and review it for him. It came with a tiny transmitter that would be the actual tracking bug that the satellite could pinpoint within seconds. Jim sent a quick encoded email of thanks to Girard. It lay around the office for several days until Jim had a quick thought, he decided to transplant the dime size tracking device into a pair of Gracie's shoes. He made a small incision in the shoe and inserted the tracker. Over the next few weeks he activated the test alert on the GPS and within seconds the satellite had communicated with the GPS giving him a city map of where Gracie was at with her mom, driving directions would pop up on the LCD screen and when the GPS was within 100' of the bug, it would beep and the dot would flash. It worked great. Jan worked two days a week. It was during one of these days that Reverend Jim had his two year old daughter Gracie at the park one Fall afternoon, the older children were in school and there were only a sprinkling of people in the massive park. They made their usual trek around the park, swings, sliding boards, feeding the ducks, and more swinging. Gracie had just been potty trained and could really fly in her panties, the diapers wouldn't allow her to run real fast. Jim normally let her get 10 or so feet away from him before calling her back or running and catching up with her. As always, there were those in the park that he raised his eyebrows at, older single men, just sitting on a bench and waving at everyone. He dismissed his fears of one particular man some time ago. He saw him often and was always pleasant to talk to. Gracie was about 8' in front of him when he caught a movement behind him and to the right, before he had a chance to defend himself, someone had hit him in the back of the head and he fell forward to the ground. His only concern was for Gracie, he tried to yell for her, only to see the man who had hit him sweep her up in his arms and jump into a car that was passing by. Fear crept into Jim as he tried to shake the dizziness away, jabs of pain shot through his head. His heart was in his stomach as he tried to comprehend what was happening, his thoughts were not clear. He had to do something, he had to swallow the pain and move now. Jim struggled to his feet and saw the dark blue sedan speeding away. Jim walked shakily back to his minivan and started it up and sped through the park. The wheels on the van seemed to come right through the floorboard as he hit the speed bumps. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," Jim thought as he went over the last few minutes. It must have been the man sitting on the park bench but he was not sure. Suddenly Jim thought about the GPS unit, Gracie was wearing her "special shoes." He had left the GPS unit at home, he turned the vehicle and headed home as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. Pulling in the driveway he jumped out of the vehicle and entered the house and garage area and found the unit. After turning the unit on he pressed the red button alert, signaling the satellite to pick up the bug. He hoped the man had not thrown away Gracie's shoes. Before leaving the garage, he pulled the attic ladder down from the ceiling and dug furiously through the insulation until he found his Italian made silenced PP7 and checked the clip before putting it in his pocket. He ran into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of his wife's pantyhose from the bureau before going back out to the van. As he was backing out of the driveway, he slipped a pair of thin gloves on and checked the GPS and found that the satellite had found the bug and was telling him to go North and East from his house. His head still rocked from being hit and he was angry, more angry that he had ever been before. As he drove he periodically checked the unit, he was getting closer. He had driven approximately 2 miles into the center of the commercial district of the community in which he lived. As he approached the square, where there was several commercial buildings, stores, and warehouses, the unit started flashing. He was within a 100' more or less of the bug. He hoped that his efforts to find his daughter didn't end at a trash can. Jim drove around the square and did not see the dark colored sedan he remembered from the park. He drove through the alleys and backstreets until he spotted the car that looked a lot like the one he had seen, the GPS was still flashing. Reverend Jim parked the van near the sedan and surveyed his surroundings, no one was lurking about. He tested several doors until one opened quite suddenly and he was face to face with a man he'd never seen before. "What do you want?" He asked gruffly. "Is this the rear entrance to the pharmacy?" Jim asked casually. "No, I believe..." The man started but did not finish has Jim buried the hard part of his palm against the man's nose. Jim heard the tell tale sound of bones crushing and caught the man before he fell, blood spattered from the man's nose all over Jim. Jim knew he'd either sent the man's nose into his brain and killed him or just disabled him for awhile, he hoped the latter. He meticulously searched the building and at last came upon an area that was quite well hid from view. He probably would not have found the area if he had not heard a child crying, "Bingo!" He thought as he pulled the stocking over his head and face. He pulled the silenced pistol out of his belt and proceeded to go toward the whimpering, maneuvering around stacks of cardboard boxes as he went. The sight that Jim saw when he finally came upon the area flamed his anger even more. His young daughter was lying on a table, her little arms taped down to the table, her coat lying on the floor, she was still wearing her shirt although it had been bunched up around her neck. Her pants and briefs had been taken off, but her shoes left on. There was one man standing between her little legs, laughing. Three other men were in the room, two on one side of the table, the third on the opposite side, these men were dressed in business suites and had their hard cocks in their hands. "Well, I think since I took the risk in kidnapping the bitch, I should have the first go at her." The man standing in between Gracie's legs said. "She hasn't been violated yet," Jim sighed to himself. Sick as a situation this was, as soon as the man said this, one of the suits ejaculated on Gracie and one of the men across the table soon followed. Jim's lip curled up in anger, he knew he had only seconds to take care of this situation. As the men laughed together, Gracie appeared subdued, he hoped they didn't drug her, but probably she was just in shock from not only the situation but also the cold temp in the warehouse. Jim rushed in the room with surprising speed and shot the man standing between Gracie's legs in the side of the head, blood splattered over the other three men and Gracie as the man crumpled to the floor. "AGAINST THE WALL NOW!" Jim shouted shoving the man nearest him towards the wall. There was mass confusion as the men started shouting, pleading for the lives. He quickly patted them down but found no weapons. "ON YOUR KNEES, NOW!" Jim screamed. All three of the suits did as they were told. "PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS AND IF YOU LOOK BACK, YOU ARE DEAD! DIG YOUR BILLFOLDS OUT AND THROW THEM BEHIND YOU, THE LAST ONE TO COMPLY GETS A BULLET IN HIS KNEE!" He gathered up their billfold and dug their licenses out and pocketed them. He hissed. "There, there little girl, you're safe now," Jim cooed trying to calm the blood splattered Gracie. He quickly untapped her hands, gathered up her clothes and her in his arms, she fell limply onto him. He smelled the semen mixed with Gracie's puke heavily as he picked her up. The suits were whimpering before him still begging for their lives. He felt like killing them all, but didn't. Much quieter Jim hissed toward the quivering suited men, "If this little girl suffers any type of effect from what has happened here, I will hunt you down and make you suffer!" He backed out of the room with the limp form of Gracie in his arms and grabbed a small cellular phone off the top of a box. One man tilted his head to look toward them and Jim sent a round into his leg causing him to scream out in pain as he fell forward. Jim was sweating profusely as he pulled the stocking off his face and opened the door to the alley where his van was parked. He slid into the driver's seat with Gracie on his lap and started the van and pulled away. Normally he would strap her in her seat, but he needed to get away quickly. About two blocks from the warehouse, he pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and called 911 and said very quickly in a heavy French accent, "there has been a shooting in a warehouse just behind Mac's pharmacy, please hurry!" He then turned it off and proceeded to drive home still sweating profusely and adrenaline rushing through his body, Gracie was still quivering in his arms. He pushed the garage door opener button as he rounded the corner near his house and pulled the minivan in the garage. He quickly and meticulously dropped his clothes and pulled Gracie's clothes off and put them all in a trash bag along with his coat. He couldn't find her coat, it was probably still on the fucking floor of the warehouse, he'd forgotten it! He went into the bathroom and drew a nice warm bath for Gracie. Calling on his past medical training, he checked her blood spattered body over and determined that she had not been hurt. He laid her down on the floor just for a second and started to walk off to hide the trash bag of clothes and the pistol when she began screaming. Jim rushed back to his young daughter whereupon she scampered into his arms and said, "Dada?" "Let's take a bath," Jim said as cheerfully as possible not wanting to alarm his traumatized daughter. Gracie got into the tub and he and she scrubbed her body until the water turned a pale red. After getting the blood off of her, he drained the tub and turned on the shower and got in the tub with her and proceeded to wash himself of the scumbag's blood. Afterwards, he refilled the tub with fresh water and let Gracie play and splash like she always did, but was talking about red paint on her. Jim smiled and sighed heavily and thanked God for the safe return of his daughter. After the warm bath, and two whole bottles of milk, Gracie fell asleep in Jim's arms. He gently laid her on the floor of the Family room and climbed the attic stairs and hid the pistol, then he took the trash bag of clothes and tied it tightly with some twine and shoved it under the house until he could properly dispose of them. "I'm home!" Jan yelled as she closed the door and walked through the house to the Family room. Gracie ran to her mom and climbed into her waiting arms, Jim gave his wife a kiss and asked how her day went. "Busy as usual," she responded and slipped out of her coat. Gracie was at the age where she could repeat and copy everything she sees although her words sometimes were not clear. "And what did you do today, little girl?" Jan asked Gracie. "Red, men, hurt Gracie, noise, scare Gracie, Red paint, men, scare, etc. etc.." Gracie exclaimed excitedly. "What is she talking about, Jim?" Gracie asked and continued, "what men scared you, what noise...?" Jim just shrugged his shoulders and began setting the table for dinner. He had already decided not to tell Jan about the kidnapping and attempted attack against their daughter. To do so would have made him tell her his life history with the Special Forces and at odds with her keeping this kind of information from her, so he decided not to tell. A few days later, Colonel Girard showed up on his doorstep, straight from Washington D.C.. He invited Jerry in and introduced him as a friend to Jan and Gracie, before Jerry, dressed in civvies, asked him if they could go and have a cup of coffee somewhere. "What's wrong," Jim asked Colonel Girard, puzzled by his sudden visit. "That GPS tracking system I lent you to test," Jerry began. "Oh, yes, you can have it back, it works great!" Jim answered. "No, I don't want it back but there is a problem." He responded. Looking at some notes he read, "On November 6, you alerted the satellite saying there was a problem, not a test, but an actual emergency alert." "Yes..." Jim hesitantly said. "One thing I failed to mention to you, when there is an actual emergency alert, the satellite pinpoints the tracking bug and then administrates a hard copy of the alert, it's approximate address, the registered owners name and address to the local law enforcement." "Oh," Jim responded quietly. "I have deterred them for a few days of sending the hardcopy saying it was a matter of national security, but they will eventually send this to the local law enforcement, Jim." Jerry said and asked, "what was the problem?" Jim stared at him for a few seconds before answering, "My little girl, Gracie, was kidnapped in the park. I didn't at the time have the GPS unit with me, but fortunately for her, she had on the shoes in which the tracking device was embedded. I went home and got the unit, pushed the emergency alert button and got directions in which she was taken." "And..." Colonel Girard prompted looking suddenly serious. "I found her, she was in a warehouse with 4 men and I had to kill two of them, one by hand and the other by a pistol. I wounded a third in the leg..." Jim responded shaking his head. "FUCK!" Colonel Girard responded a bit too loudly for Jim, causing other patrons of the restaurant to turn and look at them. "And your plans to straighten this out?" Girard asked. "Up until now it was justifiable homicide, far as I was concerned." Jim replied. "And now....?" Girard prompted. "Now, it looks like I'm going to have to turn myself in." Jim answered. "Okay, let's look at your options." Girard said pulling out a small tablet. "You hit and accidentally killed a man who was guarding the door, you shot and killed a man standing over your partially nude daughter, and you shot a bystander. Correct?" Girard asked. "Yes," Jim replied. "Who was the bystander?" he asked. "There were three men dressed in suits standing at the side of the table with cocks in hand, masturbating over my daughter, he was one of them. I had them kneel and face the wall and as Gracie and I were backing out of the room, he tried to steal a glance at me and I shot him in the leg." Jim continued. "I didn't know who they were at the time, nor did I care. But the local paper filled in the blanks." "What are the papers saying?" Girard asked. Jim responded, "The papers say the three suits interrupted three men in the warehouse that one of the suits owned. According to the men, they were meeting in the office discussing Community Betterment issues," Jim snickered sarcastically. "These three men are all well respected family and businessmen in the community. One is a Vice-President of a local bank, one is the principle at the high school and the other co-owns a funeral home in town." Jim told Girard. "How convenient." Girard whispered. Jim nodded and continued, "According to local law enforcement, the two dead men have rap sheets longer than your arm spanning at least 20 years for child molestation, pedophile activities, child pornography, and the one I shot had outstanding warrants in Ohio and Indiana for these activities." "Why didn't you go forward as soon as it happened, Jim? It is an open and shut case!" Girard stated. "Because I didn't want Gracie to be paraded, and the suits were going to be a problem with community ties." He responded. "Okay, I'll send an attorney down here for Washington, you go and turn yourself in, TODAY!" Girard demanded. "Jan, I have to talk with you." Jim said as he walked into the family room. "Okay, talk away," she responded not lifting her head up from her playing with Gracie. "Serious, look at me...." He said. Jan looked up at him and saw he was visibly upset. "What's wrong?" She asked concerned for him. "You have been hearing about the murders last week of the two child molesters uptown, right?" He asked her. "Yes, it bothers me greatly, you know." She responded with sarcasm. Then Jim started to tear up and spilled the whole story to her. It was hard to determine what she thought because of the sheer information she was trying to comprehend. "And, now what?" She finally asked. "Now I'm turning myself in." He whispered. She grabbed her coat and dressed Gracie and said, "Let's go." They walked past several officers standing in the hallway and came to a stop in front of a desk with an officer typing something. Barely looking up, he asked, "May I help you folks?" "I'm here to turn myself in for the homicides last week." Jim said with level tone. Within a few seconds, officers had surrounded Jim and handcuffed him. Jan and Gracie left and went home after Jim told her not to worry. Three investigators, 1 from the local police department, 1 Highway Patrolman, and one ATF agent, sat across the table from the manacled Jim Pulpit. A camcorder had been set up in order to tape his confession. Behind the mirror in the room, Jim knew several others were staring at him. "Okay, Mr. Pulpit, tell us what happened." Jim began the story with him and Gracie in the park and ended the story with him hiding the bag of clothes under his house. "My wife knew nothing of this until a short time before I turned myself in." He ended. "You say the three businessmen were a part of this crime against your young daughter?" One investigator asked again. "Yes," Jim replied and repeated their part. "Do you have any proof of these allegations?" He asked. "The only proof I have is two of them ejaculated on my daughter's clothes before I shot the man between her legs readying himself to rape her." Jim answered. "And these stained clothes are the ones you mentioned that are under your house in a trash bag?" He asked leaning down toward Jim. "Yes, they are unwashed and in a trash bag under my house." Jim replied again. "Mark," he called out the door. "Call Mrs. Pulpit and tell her that we'd like to come over and get something from the house." "Yes, sir!" The officer responded. "Mr. Pulpit, do you still have the weapon you used?" The investigator asked. "Yes," Jim answered again. The pistol is in a Ziploc baggie and in the attic of the house. Jim had removed the silencer and had melted it down. He did not tell the officers he had used a silenced weapon since they were illegal. The investigators poured over the trash bag of blood and semen stained clothes and examined the Italian made PP7. They sent all the clothes to the state's crime lab to be examined, via an officer. Evening came and Jim was taken once again to the interrogation room. "Mr. Pulpit? Is the pistol registered?" "No, it is not," came the reply. Jim learned long ago not to register weapons. "We have never seen a pistol quite like the one you have, where did you get it?" An investigator asked. "I purchased it in New York City, from a street vendor some years ago." Jim responded. "From a street vendor, illegally I suppose?" The investigator sneered. "Yes sir." Jim answered. They took Jim back to his cell that he shared with several other men. He kept to himself. Just once in the past 5 days in lockup had he been tested and it was by a punk of about 20 who wanted Jim's bunk and judged the pudgy Jim as easy pickins for a power play. "Hey, fatso, you are laying in my bed." The punk said. The other young men snickered. Jim tried to ignore the punk which made him even madder. "I'm talkin' to you, fatboy!" The punk said as he walked toward Jim. Jim sat up and then stood and faced the young man. "I think you better leave it alone!" Jim responded. "I think you better leave it alone," the man mocked and then swung at Jim. Jim side stepped the fist, caught it and held the punk's arm under Jim's arm pit and in the same motion hit the punk hard in the face with his left elbow, causing the punk's nose and mouth to erupt in blood and tissue. He started screaming and fell to the floor of the 5 man cell. "What in the hell happened in here?" The large jailer yelled through the bars, watching the young man writhe in pain on the floor. "I don't know officer, I think he must have the stomach virus or something," Jim answered and then looked at the other 3 men who just shrugged their shoulders and nodded their heads. "Well fuck!" The jailor responded and left to get a couple of more officers who took the punk out of the cell and presumably to the hospital, we never saw him again in our cell. LOCAL MINISTER CONFESSES TO MURDERS! Screamed the headlines on the front page of the local paper as well as the area papers. However, they did not know and could not print his revelation of the 3 businessmen's part in the kidnapping and attempted molestation of his daughter. Reporters poured over the department everyday looking for more stories in the murder case, the public hungry for information. The church in which Jim pastored wasted no time in announcing that Jim's orders had been stripped and he had been removed from the ranks of their ministry. Jan told him in several visitations that she could no long even step out of the house, because reporters were camped out everywhere, a few even going into the backyard trying to get interviews and pictures of his wife and daughter. This angered Jim very much. The three businessmen were each called in individually and each requested an attorney before they would answer any questions at all. They were arrested on the spot for suspicion of pedophile activities and perjury in trying to cover up a crime. They had practiced what they would say, but in the interrogation room, 1 of them couldn't remember his lines. However, it was still held from the businessmen as well as the community that they may be semen samples that would prove their involvement, since it would take a couple of weeks for the test results to come back. The community rose up against the latest accusations saying Jim was trying to implicate them because he was facing dire straits. They placed the three suits in a detention cell down the block from where Jim was being held. Holding out a mirror from the bars, Jim saw the first suit go in his cell. The block was monitored by sound and one camera which pointed down the hallway. Jim yelled down the hallway to the first cell block, "Hey John, you still down there." A voice yelled back, "Yeah, what the hell you want?" "You see the suit that just got locked up with ya." Jim continued, "he likes children, young children if you know what I mean!" John, a `three strikes your out' arm robbery suspect that Jim had befriended in the cell block, glared at the suit, "is dat true?" He asked, "you like to do it with chillen?" About that time the jailer busted in the room and removed the suit from John's block and put him in a private cell and then went down to where Jim was and said, "Please don't do that, it won't help your case at all." Jim smiled at the jailer and nodded. The businessmen hired attorneys who quickly got them out of jail, after finding out they were merely being held without being charged. The investigators in the case had a judge subpoena all three for sperm samples for DNA testing. One suit never showed up at the hospital testing facility and never went home and was listed as missing by his family and as a runner by the law enforcements. One suit actually did show up and give a sample but his was found to be negative to the two samples found on Gracie's shirt. The third and most powerful suit was balking at going and giving a sample, his attorneys were arguing his case and refusing to obey the subpoena. An arrest warrant was issued for the principle of the high school who was on the run. Reverend Jim remained in the county jail with no bail assessed on him. He didn't mind it too bad, three squares a day, limited exercise time, and a bed and most of all respect of the others in his cell block. Girard had acquired an attorney from a large metropolitan city near the small community in which Jim was being held, Jim had negated the offer of a D.C. attorney saying that would cast suspicion on him from other areas. The local attorney worked closely with Jim and his wife, Jan. And, Jan & Gracie, would come by every other day and see him. For the most part, Jan stayed at home or with her parents because of the constant sprinkling of reporters always around bugging her. About 2 weeks after the initial subpoenas had went out for the three businessmen, the principle whose semen allegedly was on Gracie's shirt was found in a wooded area near the community, a victim of suicide. He killed himself with his own registered handgun and some hunters found him in a heavily wooded area. The suicide made the community rethink their anger in the case and cast shadows of doubt on the other two businessmen. The attorneys for the powerful businessman told their client that he was going to have to submit a semen sample or he'll go to prison for contempt. He finally relented and gave a sample. A week later police arrived at his palatial home and arrested him for child molestation, a charge that shocked the community. Through negotiations, he plea bargained for a lesser charge, turning evidence on the other suit and the two men who were killed. At the trial, the community was further shocked by allegations one businessman confessed to and evidence presented on the other businessmen. It is quite shocking to realize the men one puts a lot of faith and trust into are capable of crimes against children. The powerful businessman received 5 years for pedophile activities, the other businessman received 15 years for his part plus perjury and hindering an investigation. Of course the principle was dead by his own hand in order that he wouldn't have to face friends and family. Jim received 2 years of probation for unlawful use of a unregistered weapon plus 3 years for manslaughter for the guard he killed at the door, his sentence was further reduced for time served in the year he spent in the local jail awaiting the outcome of the trial. He was found not guilty by reasons of defending his toddler daughter for the murder of the pedophile which kidnapped her. *** Jim's final statement in the public attended court was as follows: My heart is heavy with the burden of which my sin has caused to my family and friends. I do not approve of one taking the law into one's own hands, my anger overtook me and I am sorry for the pain I've caused. My heart goes out to the children of our community who are in constant danger from those who would do them harm. For some say, that because of my taking the law into my own hands, I have forfeited my freedom to live as a free citizen. I tell you today that the laws of this land might take away this so called freedom, but they cannot take my being free away, for the freedom that I have is not wrought from human laws by human means. I have freedom only because my Lord has died for my sins, yes even the sins of which I have standing before you today. You can lock away this body, you can throw away the key. But I am as free in prison as I am in my own house. I pray that the laws of this land will someday recognize the great damage done to our children by those whom we label as Pedophiles. That some day those that harm children in this way will be locked away and never released. The two men whom I killed in defense of my daughter both had multiple offenses against children, and yet they were allowed in our community, in our parks, in our homes. The only good that came from this was the exposure of secret sins of respected men who had evil intentions against our children. It is my hope that God forgives them of their sins against children and that these sins not be held against them when Judgment day comes. Feedback please! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 31