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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Alice
by Arty

Alice and Bob danced the first dance, as was traditional. Of
course I was there, chronicling this latest phase in my best
friend's life. The two of them were good together, everyone
said so and I had to agree. The love-light just shone from
their eyes and their smiles were sickeningly sweet. How did
I know this? You ask. I was videotaping their wedding. I
didn't have to, they did have an official cameraman, but I
had a self-appointed task to complete my record of Bob's
life as a single man. The first song segued into the second
song and the rest of the wedding party sashayed onto the
dance floor and mums and dads partnered their opposite
number along with maiden aunts and roguish uncles. I decided
that I'd had enough and sat down, deflated.

"It's all right you know."

I turned round bewildered at the unexpected intrusion. The
words had come from Alice's grandmother.

"What is?" I said tersely.

"It's all right to admit that you love him."

"Who?" I was completely at a loss to understand what she was
driving at.

"Bob. It's all right if you're in love with him."

I laughed. She looked offended.

"I'm sorry. I'm being rude, it's just that you caught me
off-guard. Yes, you're right, I do love him." The old lady
looked smug and murmured something like 'I knew I was
right'; then I lowered the boom. "But like a brother. I'm
not in love with him." I reflected on the inadequacies of
the English language in this respect. The Greeks had it
right with their different sorts of love: Agape, Philos, and
Eros. Philos that was the one: love between friends. I
clarified myself to Alice's Grandmother. "I'm not gay you
know."

She looked unconvinced. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend
you."

"It's okay, I'm not offended, there's nothing wrong with
being gay. It's just that I'm not." I smiled to show just
how relaxed about it I was and wandered off to get a drink.

Another close call, I reflected as I downed the single malt
that Bob had made sure was behind the bar especially for me.
The peaty, peppery flavour of the Talisker burnt its way
down my throat and I held my glass out for another double.
Good old Bob, always looking out for me, I thought darkly. I
looked up to see the happy couple weaving their way towards
me. I pasted a welcoming smile on my face in a band-aid kind
of way and waited for them to arrive.

Alice and Bob descended on me like two slightly drunken
angels of love, dispensing bonhomie and goodwill to all and
sundry. Alice draped her arm around my shoulder and tried to
kiss me. I stiffened under her embrace and she desisted,
rebuffed once more.

"Wish us luck." Bob oblivious to the by-play, as always,
demanded his obligatory blessing from me.

"Good luck" I tried to smile and added, "both of you. I hope
you'll be very happy together."

Alice flinched at my artificial tone and dragged him off. I
stared after them and wondered again what the hell I was
going to do when they came back from their honeymoon. It was
then that I knew I was going to take the job offer from the
'States. That was the ticket, I thought to myself, several
thousand miles ought to be far enough away to cope with it
and maybe, just maybe, I would be able to forget.

The sounds of cheering drifted from the entrance of the
hotel and then cries of "Charles, where's Charles?" floated
into the ballroom. That was my cue. I fired up the camera
and made my way outside to video them leaving for a
fortnight's cruise in the Caribbean. So intent was I on
filming them that I missed the fact that the bouquet had
been thrown until I looked up and saw the flowers descending
on me. Sometimes things just happen. I nonchalantly put out
my hand and the bouquet just fell into place as if it were
magnetically attracted. I looked up and saw Alice glaring at
me. I shrugged an apology and handed the flowers to the girl
next to me who looked dejected at having received them
second-hand. Before anyone could say anything Bob grabbed
Alice and dragged the garter from her thigh, a process that
I didn't capture on video. Then he chucked it high in the
air and I watched as several drunken teenagers fought over
the bounty. With a final wave the car drove off into the
night with cans and boots banging and thumping merrily
behind it.

.oOo.

The 'phone rang as I entered my apartment. I searched
amongst the chaos of the imminent move and eventually found
it.

"Hey Charlie boy, wassup?" The raucous tones of Bob made me
wince.

"Hey Bob. I only just left you, wa'd'ya want?"

"Sorry, I forgot to ask you. Alice says the cameraman has
made a complete cock-up of the wedding video. I told her
that you'd been filming all the time and she asked if she
could borrow your tape. What do you say mate?"

"I suppose so." I stalled for time. "Look, the thing is,
with all the packing I don't even know if I still have the
tape."

"That's okay, it was just a thought. Tell Alice when she
gets there. She said she'd be calling round after work."

Christ! She was coming to the apartment! I had to get away
before she got here.

"Okay Bob, I'll see what I can do. No promises, mind you."

"Thanks mate. You're a pal."

"What are friends for?"

"Yeah, bye."

"Bye"

I chucked the 'phone on the settee and hurried back to the
front door. If I was quick enough, perhaps I could be out
when she called. I opened the door to see Alice with her
hand stretching towards the doorbell. She screamed in
surprise.

"Shit! Charlie, you scared the crap out of me." She stared
at me confused. "How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Open the door before I'd pressed the doorbell."

"Oh. Coincidence, I was just on my way out."

She forestalled me from trying to squeeze by her and pushed
me back into the apartment.

"This won't take long." She closed the door behind her and
leant against it, blocking my escape. I stood irresolute.
"I'm determined to have this out with you. Why do you
dislike me so much?"

"I don't dislike..."

"Yes you do. You won't spend a minute alone with me. My
Granny reckoned that you were in love with Bob. I even asked
him if you were gay and he laughed at the very idea. So,
just what is your problem with me?"

"I don't have a problem with you." I prevaricated. It was an
outright lie, but not the way that she thought.

"Yes you do. You've never liked me. I don't understand why,
I've always tried to let you and Bob have time together.
I've never come between you. Ever. I've never said, 'it's
Charlie or me, decision time.'"

Her words knifed through me, scarring my soul. I tried again
to deflect her ire. "I know, it isn't..."

"So why? I try and try and you keep knocking me back. If you
weren't Bob's best friend I'd have given up a long time
ago!"

"It's not like you think." It was futile. My words were lost
in the tornado of her frustration. She continued as if I'd
said nothing.

"I don't understand you at all. If you disliked me that
much, you could've stopped Bob from marrying me, he listens
to you, but you didn't. Everyone I talk to says you're a
great bloke, but I never see that side of you at all." She
subsided, bewildered, into silence.

"Leave it alone, please?" The plea in my voice disarmed her
somewhat.

"Well don't say I didn't try. Again. Anyway I came to ask if
I could borrow the video that you made?"

"I suppose so. If I have it here; it's probably been packed
away."

While I was talking Alice had made her way to the stack of
videotapes by the TV. I stared in anguish as she picked up
one in particular.

"I don't think so. Is this it? The one with 'Bob's Wedding'
written on the label?" She looked at me, resigned. "Couldn't
you even bring yourself to write my name?"

I shrugged. "I've probably taped over it by now."

"Unlikely, as you've removed the record tabs. So let's see
what we've got, shall we."

I stood paralysed as she pushed the tape into the player.
The sights and sounds of the wedding service filled the
room. The picture was surprisingly steady and the quality
was pretty good, though I say it myself. The wonders of
modern technology now make it almost impossible to make a
traditional wobbly home video. Alice was thrilled.

"This is wonderful Charlie. Do say I can borrow it." Her
delight at finding usable footage of her wedding had driven
all thoughts of my behaviour towards her out of her mind.
She turned to me. I stared aghast at the screen, which was
now filled with her smiling face, in loving close up. Alice
seemed surprised at my expression and turned to see what I
was staring at, and then she became quiet as each shot I'd
taken eventually ended with a close up of her. After minutes
of this, Alice turned back to me in bewilderment.

"Charlie?"

"Of course you can borrow it. I'm sure your video company
can make something suitable for public consumption out of
it." I struggled to maintain my composure and added, "best
not to let Bob see it though."

The homage to Alice continued to play on the screen and
Alice stared at me in dawning realisation as I stood with
tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Charlie. I had no idea. I thought you hated me." Her
expression had softened as she saw me anew in the light of
this revelation. It was this, more than anything else, which
almost broke me. Finally I forced a few words passed the
lump in my throat. Short, staccato bursts of speech were all
that I could manage.

"Hate you? How could I? It's a self-preservation thing,
really. Abject failure, though, as you can see. Still, I'll
be in America soon. No point in crying over spilt milk." I
stumbled blindly through the front door. "You'll see
yourself out, won't you?"

I wandered aimlessly for a few hours and eventually I made
my way back to the apartment. To my relief it was empty. All
that was left was the faint smell of her perfume and a
post-it note on the TV.

'Thanks for the tape. Alice.'

I lifted the note from the screen and kissed it gently
before letting it fall into the waste bin. Christ, it was
all such a mess. I looked about me, there wasn't anything I
needed here; the removers would stick it all in storage. I'd
just have to pay them the extra to do the packing that I had
planned to do.

I couldn't face another night here.

Time to cut myself adrift.

I'd had my leaving party today; there was nothing else I
needed to do. I switched off my mobile and dropped it into a
convenient box. I'd have to buy a new one in the 'States
anyway.

I spent my last couple of nights in the UK at a hotel near
Heathrow airport. I rang everyone who mattered and told them
what I'd done; making up some story about how I couldn't
face all the packing and told them not to worry, I'd be in
touch as soon as I was settled in America.

.oOo.

"Hey, Chuck, how ya doin'?"

I looked up to see Herb standing in the entrance to my
cubical. Herb was a nice guy, concerned for me. He'd made it
his mission to cheer up the 'English guy' and, to be fair,
he'd succeeded in no small measure. Herb was a lot of fun. I
smiled up at him.

"Hey, Herb. I'm okay. How 'bout you?"

Herb seemed unsure of himself. This was a surprise. Fridays
were his day for setting me up with another of his long
string of ex-girlfriends. He wasn't normally so reticent. I
decided to help him out.

"Come on Herb, spit it out. Which one of your harem am I
being fobbed off with this weekend?" I grinned widely to
show that I was making a joke. I had to be careful; early on
I'd got myself into trouble a few times when my ironic
comments had been taken at face value. I tried not to be
patronising about it. I liked America and Americans. It was
refreshing to have people take you at your word and not
assume that there was a hidden meaning in everything you
said.

"Oh it isn't that. Well it is, but not like you think." I
waited, patiently, for Herb to organise his thoughts. It was
a waste of time trying to hurry him along. Eventually he got
all his ducks lined up.

"A new girl has started at Marcie's agency." Marcie was his
current girlfriend; she worked in a medium-sized ad-agency.

"She's English too, like you." I bit my tongue and stifled a
flash of irritation. This seemingly universal, national
determination to follow very train of thought through to its
logical conclusion was occasionally maddening. Sometimes it
wasn't necessary to draw a map, sometimes just the signpost
at the start of the path was all that was required, guys!
Herb carried on.

"Marcie says she's kind of sad too - the girl I mean. We
thought that we'd make up a foursome and go out. See if we
can cheer you both up." His expression became serious. "You
don't talk about it, but my 'harem' tell me things." He
smiled self-deprecatingly, "well they tell Marcie anyhow and
she tells me. We know that there was someone back home that
hurt you. A lot. You have to let it go Chuck. We're your
friends, we all think you're a great guy and we hate to see
you unhappy."

I stared at Herb in amazement, "Yeah, well, ummm." I tried
again. "Thanks Herb, I'll try, OK?"

Herb's accustomed cheerful expression replaced the strangely
serious one that had settled in its place when he was making
his speech to me.

"Great. We'll pick you up at seven."

"Thanks. See you tonight."

Herb wandered off and I turned back to the code I was
writing. I gave up and wallowed in thoughts of Alice. I
realised with a shock that I'd not spoken to Bob in months.
I wasn't even sure if I knew his address. We'd both moved
several times, for one reason and another, and I was certain
that I'd managed to miss a change of address notification,
along with a whole load of other post too. My sister still
was hardly talking to me after I'd managed to miss her
engagement party. His mobile should still be working,
though, and I pulled out mine and dialled his number from
memory.

"The number you have dialled is no longer in use."

The recorded message played over and over. Shit. This was
the third time I'd dialled the number. The first time I'd
got this message, I'd assumed that I'd misdialled and the
second time, I'd found his entry in my 'phone's number list.
This next try, I'd checked the number in my organiser and
then double-checked each digit as I dialled it. Damn. He'd
changed his 'phone. Now I'd have to pester his parents for
the new one. I checked the clock, too late to ring them now.
Bob was okay with me ringing at odd hours, but Bob's parents
would assume that any call this late would be bad news, so I
resolved to ring them tomorrow, first thing, when it would
be a more reasonable hour for them.

"See ya later, alligator!" Herb parodied Arthur Hailey, or
whoever it was, as he left to go home. I waved vaguely in
acknowledgement and refused to be drawn into the next line.
I fiddled some more with the coding and saved it away. A
quick 'make' showed that I hadn't completely broken it with
my new stuff. A couple of warnings and several-hundred error
messages flashed by, but a forgotten declaration and a
couple of missing semicolons had caused them all. This was
soon rectified and a clean compile and link was the result.
I resolutely put off testing the changes. Next week was
early enough, especially as I was about a week ahead of
schedule anyway.

As I left the building, my thoughts turned to the 'sad
English girl' that Herb was foisting me onto. I hoped that I
wasn't going to make things worse for her. The dislocation
caused by moving to America had been strange; the place was
at once familiar and deeply odd. Several things still struck
me as slightly humorous. I mean, they liked to call
themselves the 'Land of the Free' but I'd never seen so many
signs forbidding things, and the drinking rules! I shook
myself crossly, telling myself to stop carping. Oh well, it
would be nice to see someone from home with whom I could
compare notes, maybe.

My apartment was big, much bigger than the one I could
afford in England. I slopped around getting ready. All too
soon, the entry phone sounded. "I'll be right down." There
was some garbled sound at the other end, which I assumed was
some sort of agreement and I dashed out of the door. Herb
was waiting for me by his car. I leant through the window
and gave Marcie a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Marcie. You're looking great. When are you going to
dump Herb and go out with someone who will really appreciate
you?"

Herb smiled indulgently at this. "Stop yo messin' with ma
woman an' git in. Yo English sonofabitch!"

"Yessir!"

We laughed a little, all of us were happy to be going out
and happy with the weekend ahead of us.

"So where are we going?"

"Marcie knows this place that does killer ribs."

"As much as you can eat and the sauce is just out of this
world!"

"Great. When do I meet my 'blind date'?"

"At the restaurant. It's only a block away from where she
lives. I'm calling her now to let her know that we'll be
there in a few minutes." She stopped as someone picked up at
the other end.

"Hi it's me, Marcie."

"Yeah, 'bout ten minutes."

"See you there, then."

"Yeah, he is. Bye!"

I wondered about the other side of the conversation. I was
intrigued in spite of myself. I settled back in my seat, I'd
find out soon enough anyway.

.oOo.

Marcie saw her first. "There she is!"

I looked over to where she was pointing. Meanwhile she waved
the greeter away and we started towards the table where the
mysterious English girl was sitting. Her shoulders were bare
and her hair was up in a chignon. From the back she looked
absolutely gorgeous. I kept my eyes downcast I as I rounded
the table determined to wait until I was fully in front of
her before...

"Oh my God! Charlie?"

The achingly familiar tones lanced through my heart and I
ran from the room, unable to face her. There was a cab rank
nearby - the restaurant was popular enough to warrant one
and, surprisingly this early in the evening, there was a
single cab parked there. His window was open.

"Are you working?"

"Yeah, where you wanna go?"

I gave the address of a bar downtown and sat back in the
seat and tried to compose myself. Shit. What was she doing
here? And alone? Where was Bob? Now I really had to 'phone
his parents. For now it was time to get drunk, really drunk,
or I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight.

The bar was quiet and the barkeep was surprised to see me.
She set me up with a malt whisky without me asking. No ice.
I smiled at this; I'd spent many an evening extolling to her
the virtues of single malts drunk without ice.

"Charlie, this is a surprise. We don't usually see you until
much later." Then she saw my expression. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I've just had a bit of a shock, that's all. Nothing
that a few shots of the old 'water of life' won't cure."

"Sure. Just don't overdo it will ya? I really, really hate
cleaning out the bathroom when folks are sick in it. Okay?"

"Okay, Belle. I hear you. Just enough to let me sleep."

I sat and sipped my whisky and tried to forget the vision of
her face before me. It was a waste of time. Eventually I
gave up and let myself remember how she'd looked. There was
shock, of course, but there was also something else, she'd
seemed almost happy to see me. And there was an indefinable
air of sadness about her too. I swallowed the rest of my
whisky and coughed as it caught the back of my throat.

I stayed for couple of hours, but the whisky wasn't helping
so I said goodbye to Belle and left. It wasn't far to my
apartment, nor was it too late and there were plenty of
people about so I decided to walk. As I neared my apartment
I began to feel the effects of the whisky, so I concentrated
resolutely on staying upright and getting into my apartment.

I waved at the doorman in acknowledgement of something that
he'd said in greeting. I was starting to feel very ill. All
that whisky on an empty stomach was stupid. I knew I was
going to be sick and I really hated that. I consoled myself
that it wouldn't be much and at least I would feel better in
the morning. Then I remembered a routine by Billy Connolly,
a Glaswegian stand-up, about 'diced carrots' and I started
to laugh. I was still laughing and reeling drunkenly as I
finally got my key in my apartment door and staggered into
my apartment.

"Hello, Charlie." She was here. Here in my apartment. Shit.
My gorge rose and I pushed passed her to the toilet.

"Sorry. Feeling..."

My words were interrupted as I cut out the middleman on half
a bottle of Lagavulin. It didn't last long; there was
nothing else in there. Waste of good Scotch though. While I
was there I took the chance to swallow some Tylenol and half
a pint of water, then I brushed my teeth and wiped my face.
At least, I reflected, I wouldn't have a hangover tomorrow.
Eventually I realised that I couldn't spend any more time in
the bathroom and now that she was here Alice was not going
anywhere until we'd spoken. I went out to meet her.

"I'm sorry for running out on you like that. What did you
say to Herb and Marcie?"

"I had to tell them most of it."

"Oh."

"Look, they're your friends, they care about you."

"I know." I thought about it for a minute. "Oh shit, were
they all right with you? They've assumed that I'm sad
because some girl really hurt me back home. It seemed easier
to let them think that than to try and explain it all.
They'd have assumed that you were that girl."

"Well it was a bit frosty for a while. They really do care
for you. A lot."

"I'd better ring them and apologise."

"They said not to worry. They know you're back. I 'phoned
them while you were struggling to put your key in the door."
She smiled at the memory. "I nearly opened it for you. But I
remembered how that felt so I didn't."

We just stood and I stared at her drinking her in. She
cleared her throat and spoke again.

"Aren't you going to offer me a seat?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry." I waved vaguely in the direction of the
seating area and she preceded me as we sat down. I made sure
that I sat opposite her. I wasn't going to miss a second of
seeing her. She blushed under my scrutiny.

"I used to hate the way that you stared at me. I thought you
were glaring at me." She smiled sadly. "If only I'd known."

"Yeah well." I asked the question that was uppermost in my
mind. "I have to be blunt Alice, where's Bob?"

She looked at me aghast. She was obviously shocked about
something. Though I couldn't for the life of me think what
it was.

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"Bob's..." She stopped unable to get the words out and it
was her turn to cry. Impulsively, I moved across to the
settee on which she was sitting and drew her into my arms.
How often had I dreamed of this? And the reality was so much
better than the dream. Her sobs came with renewed force as
she felt me cuddle her and I waited, content to let the
storm pass. Eventually it did, but instead of moving away
she cuddled closer. Then she took a deep breath and tried
again.

"This is going to hurt you, so just relax and take it and
remember I'm here. There's no easy way to say this, so I'm
just going to come straight out and say it. Charlie, Bob's
dead. Some drunken slob drove through a red light and killed
both Bob and himself."

I felt sad. Sad for myself, I'd lost my best friend. Sad for
Alice, she'd lost her husband. She was far to young to be a
widow. It wasn't an overwhelming sadness though. The couple
of years out here had distanced me. Maybe later when I... A
thought struck me.

"When?"

"About nine months ago."

"Nine months! Didn't anyone try and contact me?"

"We tried to. But you'd moved. Your mobile number was in
Bob's 'phone but that was destroyed in the fire after the
crash. I didn't know your sister's number for the same
reason or your parents' either so we were stymied. We tried
for a couple of weeks but once the inquest was over and the
police were happy, we had to go ahead and have the funeral
without you."

"Oh Alice, I'm sorry." I breathed the words into her hair
and hugged her tighter.

She spoke again. "It still hurts, especially when I wake up
and he's not there. I miss that." She punched me lightly as
I smirked. "Not that! I miss the companionship." She paused.
"I never told Bob about how you felt. I wasn't completely
sure myself. Herb and Marcie tell me that you haven't had a
relationship as long as you've been here. Why is that
Charlie? I need to know."

"It would have seemed like I was being unfaithful. I haven't
really wanted anyone but you. No one else compares so I
don't bother. I love you. I loved you the minute that I saw
you. At first I thought it was just lust or infatuation, but
the more I got to know you the more I realised that I loved
you. I think about you when I go to sleep, when I wake up
and pretty much whenever I close my eyes I see your face.
Watching you get married to my best friend almost killed me,
I came close to hating him then." I sighed. Alice put her
hand to my face and I realised that I'd been crying again. I
carried on. "But it wasn't his fault, or yours. It just
was."

Alice was once more cuddled against my chest. I was content
to stay like this. I was in heaven and I didn't want to
move. I felt a certain amount of guilt about Bob, but my
treacherous heart was overwhelmed by the fact that Alice was
here with me, in my arms.

"I thought about you a lot after that day, you know, when I
came for the tape. I watched it several times and I compared
it to the egregious footage that the wedding video people
shot; and I realised that the difference was the love that
you felt. Did you know there is not one single shot in the
whole hour or so that you took where I look bad? The wedding
video even filmed Bob taking down the garter." She shuddered
at the memory of that. "I looked awful. Even Bob apologised
when he saw what they'd done."

"What did you do with the tape?"

"Well I didn't trust the wedding video people with it, so I
took both the tapes to an editor friend of mine. I swore her
to secrecy and then got her to make a half decent video
using the best of theirs and the worst of yours. Sally told
me that you loved me too."

"What do you mean?"

"She said, 'I don't know who shot the second video, but it's
obvious that they love you a very great deal.' I told her
that I knew that now, but that she'd have to swear never to
tell anyone. I didn't tell her who you were. I said you were
a friend of the family."

"Okay."

"Anyway I put the tape in a safe-deposit box. Bob was really
pleased with the final video. He said if you ever came back,
he'd help you start again as a wedding video maker. He
thought you'd make a fortune."

I chuckled a bit at that. "He may have been right as long as
the bride was always you. I don't think my heart would have
stood going through that more than once, though."

Alice pulled herself from my arms. I groaned in despair as
she left them.

"I don't know how I feel about you, Charlie. I spent months
convinced that you bore me a hatred so deep that you could
barely bring yourself to stay in the same room as me. And
then I discover that it's a love so great that you nearly
died of a broken heart when I married someone else."

I tried to demur.

"Herb was really worried about you when you first arrived.
He makes out that he's bluff and jovial and that it's Marcie
who is the perceptive one - and she is perceptive. But Herb
is almost as observant and they both felt that you were on
the edge when you came here. Do you know what he told me,
when we'd straightened everything out?"

I shrugged. How could I?

"He said, 'For the first month or so, every day I came in
and saw him in his cubicle, I gave thanks that he hadn't
killed himself the night before.'"

"I thought about it. A lot. But if I'd done it I'd never
have seen you again for certain."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"Can I kiss you?"

She nodded and I kissed her gently. There was electricity
there, and stars. I slipped the tip of my tongue against her
lips and she opened hers. Gently, oh so gently, I explored
her lips with my tongue and then her tongue tip played with
mine and the stars became supernovae. I groaned and the
sound seemed strange to me, but then I realised that she was
moaning too. An eternity passed, filled with just the feel
of her lips and the sensation of her tongue on mine.
Eventually I pulled back. I tingled all over. I looked at
Alice, she was flushed and her eyes sparkled.

"Please tell me that you felt that too?"

In answer I kissed her again. This time it was different,
but no less electrifying. Where before we were exploring
unknown territory, now we were claiming the land for our
own. She moaned into my mouth, or was it the other way
round? I couldn't tell. I pulled her to me and then leant
her against the back of the settee. I left one hand stroking
the nape of her neck and sent the other one on an
exploration of her body. Skimming it over her breasts, her
arm, her side, her thigh and the swell of her buttocks.
Everywhere I touched I felt electricity. I was on fire.

We pulled back and stared at one another. I spoke first.

"It's never felt like this before. If we're going to stop,
it has to be now. If I kiss you again, I just don't know if
I could stop."

Alice was silent and then she stood up. She slipped her arms
from her dress and let it fall to the floor. Apart from
thigh-high stockings and a pair of lacy panties she was
gloriously naked.

"If you don't take me to bed and make love to me, I may have
to kill you." She held her hand out to me. I took it and we
walked hand in hand to my bedroom. I started to undress but
she wouldn't let me, preferring to do it herself. While she
was doing that I managed to slip her panties off. When we
were both naked she stroked me all over, moaning
continuously, or maybe it was me? Once more I couldn't tell.
I pulled her to me and we sank entwined onto the bed. Her
nipples seemed to leave burning tracks as they grazed down
my body. I felt the heat and wetness of her mouth as she
sucked on my erection.

"Oh God Alice. I can't last long." Almost as soon as the
words had left my mouth I could feel my orgasm starting. She
could feel it too and she speeded up her action, her mouth
never once leaving me. I came so hard I felt like I was
turning inside out. I lay back exhausted. Alice licked her
lips and slithered back up my body.

"Mmmm! Someone needed that."

"That wasn't premature ejaculation. That was three years of
foreplay!"

She laughed, full throated and sexy. It was my turn. I
kissed my way to her breasts and sucked and nibbled each
nipple in turn. While my mouth dealt with one breast, I
gently rolled the nipple of the other with my hand. Once
both nipples were as erect as they could be, I moved myself
between her legs and once more I kissed, licked and nibbled
her breasts and nipples, but then I moved my focus between
her breasts and licked my way down her breast bone and over
her stomach. She giggled and groaned as I poked my tongue
into her sweet navel, revelling in the saltiness of the
perspiration that had gathered there. Soon it was time to
move on and I kissed my way over the hair covering her mons
and began to insinuate my tongue between another pair of
lips. I swirled my tongue around her opening, teasing the
sensitive inner lips and enjoying the taste of her feminine
oils. She tasted fresh and slightly spicy. I began to
concentrate on her clitoris, sucking gently and teasing it
with the tip of my tongue. With my head trapped between her
thighs, I could faintly hear the groans that I was
eliciting. I began to torment her in earnest. I slipped
first one and then two fingers into her pussy and felt
around for the slight change in texture that signified her
G-spot. I heard the sounds signifying my success as she
cried out in pleasure. Her pussy gripped my fingers
spasmodically as she became rigid. I tried to carry on with
what I was doing but she reached down and dragged me up to
face her.

"Fuck me now, Charlie! Oh God fuck me. I need you to fuck
me�" Her demands trailed off into incoherent moans as I
slipped into her. The heat and the tightness were exquisite.
Even with the blowjob, she had me on the edge from the first
thrust. Her head thrashed wildly on the pillow and her hips
jerked upwards to meet me on every down stroke. All the
while she chanted.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck�"

I felt myself getting close and bent forward to kiss her. I
thrust my tongue into her mouth in synchronisation with my
hips. Then I disengaged my mouth and whispered to her
between my panting breaths.

"Cum for me Alice. I want to see Alice cum. Is Alice going
to cum?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh God. Oh fuck�"

And then we came, crying out together and collapsing
together. I rolled so we were on our sides, but we remained
connected, facing each other. There was silence apart from
the sound of our breathing as it slowed to a more normal
rate. Alice opened her eyes and stared at me like I was some
sort of alien.

"What is it?"

"Are you sure you're not some kind of sex God or anything?
Jesus Christ al-fucking-mighty Charlie. If it gets any
better than that, I'm going to die."

It was my turn to laugh, which I did, long and hard and
loud. As I laughed I felt my spirits lift in a way I hadn't
felt for several years. Alice joined me and her convulsions
did interesting things to my penis, which was still
half-hard within her. She felt me grow hard again.

"Oh Charlie."

We stayed as we were and I thrust into her gently, just
wanting her to feel the movement and savour it. We stared
into each other eyes and I watched as they clouded with
arousal, as she did with mine. After a long while, we came
together, our gazes still locked on each other.

"I love you Alice."

"I love you too."

"Stay with me?"

"Always."

She fell asleep in my arms. I could feel myself drifting off
too. This night, the same as every night since I'd met her,
I fell asleep with her face before my eyes. Unlike every
other time, I knew that I wouldn't dream of her tonight. Who
needs dreams when the real thing would be waiting for me in
the morning, tomorrow and for the rest of my life?

-Fin-

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{martinmac}book 1 New year 18/30
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I woke up, my back was sore, and I was hanging on to the
edge of my mattress. Oooooph a kick in the back. I rolled
over to see little Kate star fished in the middle of my bed.
Natalie like me was on the edge of the bed. I gently put my
arms under Kate and rolled her into my arms. I had just
picked her up and her eyes opened.

"Daddy what are you doing?"

"Taking you back to your bed before you kick mum and I
out of bed."

"I wouldn't kick my dad out of bed."

"Look where mum is, you pushed and pushed and now she is
on the edge of the bed."

"Sorry daddy." She had a wicked grin on her face.

"Go and get dressed love, we will go for a walk round the
farm."

She scampered back into her room and I pulled on pants,
shirt, shorts and socks. I would put my shoes on by the back
door where all our shoes were. I called quietly to Kate that I
would be downstairs. I was in the kitchen and made a cup of
coffee for us both. The hands on the kitchen clock were
showing 5:00. Kate joined me and drank her coffee. She had
her denim skirt and jumper with ankle socks. I had been
shopping for the 3 kids whilst we were at Dorset. I had got a
basic wardrobe for the three of them. We would have to go
shopping before Wednesday, when term started, as they
needed their school uniforms. They had absolutely nothing
for school. We would go into Shrewsbury, before we went to
the coachbuilders in Birmingham, to buy their uniforms. At
least there was only the one shop but 6 sets of uniforms, 5
for 1 school and the other set being similar but less formal.
Sweatshirt instead of blazer; jogging trousers instead of
tailored trousers and a skirt or summer dress.

We finished our coffee and went out into the chill morning
air; the grass was white with dew and our breath fogged as
we breathed out. Kate held my hand as we walked towards
Home Farm. I could hear the quad bike in the distance and
the yipping of the cattle dog. I headed for the sound and
shortly we saw the herd of Dexter's moving towards us
along the lane. The cows surrounded us; Kate was up in my
arms quivering. I took her to one of the cows and got her to
stroke the head. The cow slowly turned her head and licked
Kate's leg, she giggled. Dave was on the quad bike. He
stopped when he saw us.

"How are you enjoying working for me Dave? Have you
enjoyed the switch from Friesians to Dexter's?"

"Yes Roy I have, they are a very handy little cow. Good
milkers, he laughed as he saw the cow lick Kate's leg and it
seems they like a pretty girl. He carried on herding the cows
to the milking parlour. I told Kate we would go there on the
way back. We carried on to the new dairy and went into the
cheese side. All the tanks and vats were in place. The huge
stainless steel tables, the collecting tanks for the waste liquor
that would go for the pigs. We walked through into the
storerooms. Stainless steel racks and chilling equipment. We
then looked at the butter plant. There was slightly more
machinery here. As after the butter had been made it was
turned into the hopper of the machine for it's last processes
the kneading, weighing and packing. There was a table
where that could be done by hand for the tours. Looking up I
could see the walkway and viewing areas. The visitors
would have a good view of the whole process. Kate was
intrigued. Looking at it, the unit should be operational soon.

We walked on down to the bottom of the Glebe Farm lands.
Great scars had been torn in the land as the foundations for
the fish farm tanks had been dug. We walked round to the
Glebe Farm milking parlour, which was still being used, as it
was easier to get the milk processed. Once the new dairy was
finished this milking parlour would have a change of use.
Dave had some of the cows in the stalls and the milking
machine was whirring away, the milk was flowing through
the Perspex tubes into the holding tank. The cows were
chewing contentedly on dairy nuts; their colleagues were
waiting in the holding area for a stall to come free. Kate
watched as Dave washed down the udders of the cow and
then fastened the milking machine units on the udders, for
them to pulse and sway as the milk was drawn away.

"Milk really does come from cows then dad?"

"Come with me." I picked up a mug from the side and we
went with Dave to the next cow to come in.

"Dave I just want to show Kate where milk comes from." He
nodded and washed the udders. I bent down and hand milked
the cow into the mug. I gave the mug to Dave and took the
suction cups and put them in Kate's hand. I helped her to fit
the equipment and she watched spell bound as, her, cows
milk was whooshing away in the pipes. Dave gave the mug
to Kate to drink.

Her first sip was tentative then she gulped the milk down.
She had a white ring around her mouth.

"Its warm daddy," she thought a bit, "Its very rich and
tasty."

"That's because it hasn't been treated and because it is
whole milk. Normally I use skimmed or semi skimmed
milk. You are only allowed to drink this because all my
cows are tuberculin tested. It is called green milk. I went into
the storage area and picked up the 2 four pint bottles and I
filled them from the storage tank. I called to Dave.

"I have collected my milk. See you later."

You could see the condensation form on the bottles of milk,
fresh from the cooler. We walked back up to the house and
put them in the fridge. I fetched the bread out of the bread
store. I made tea and as it was brewing I gave Kate some
cereal and milk to keep her going. I went upstairs and woke
Natalie with a kiss, her sweet body lying on the bed. I was
tempted to delay but knew we had too much to do. I planted
a kiss on her nipple. As she stirred and moved, I called.

"Wake up darling, time to get up, Kate is having cereal."
Natalie stirred and sat up. I gave her a cup of tea. Now she
had to wake up.

I went to Mandy's room, it was empty, I looked in Jim's
room it too was empty. I then went to Nicky's room and
found 4 heads on the pillow. I put the teas on the side and
woke them. Mandy and Jim had a shocked look on their
faces. I re-assured them.

"Don't worry about sharing a bed, all I do worry about is
that you use contraception." "Mandy if you want I will take
you to the doctors and you can ask for the pill in your own
right. Not like before when you were taking it and your mum
was supplying it." "This will be your choice. If you want to
have sex, you can. Equally if you don't want sex then you
don't have to have it."

"Can you take me to the doctors, I have got 2 weeks supply
still."

"Enough talking, breakfast will be cooked in 15 minutes, I
want you showered and dressed and at the table. We are
going into town this morning to get your school uniforms
and then we have to go and fetch the new horsebox so please
dress tidily.

I went back downstairs and into the kitchen. I put the
oranges through the juicer and strained the juice into an ice-
cold jug from the freezer. Kate took it and put it on the table.
I then started to feed bread into the toaster as I put the
sausages under the grill. I put a fry pan on the Aga and put
the olive oil in it. In addition, I switched the heated trolley
on. Then it was toast out and a new batch in. I trimmed the
edges and put the slices in the toast rack. Kate piped up.

"I can do the toast daddy."

"Thank you darling." I left her making the toast as I put the
tomatoes in the fry pan. I was turning the sausages I flipped
the switch on the coffee maker and left it to brew. The
sausages were nearly done so I put the second pan on for the
mushrooms and the black pudding I had found in the fridge.
When the sausages were cooked I transferred them to the
heated trolley. The bacon went under the grill to cook and
the eggs went into a third fry pan, this time with rapeseed oil
in. It was my way of eating the full English with the
minimum amount of bad fat. By this time Kate had filled 4
racks of toast. I emptied one of toast and buttered them; they
were to go on the side plates. Kate took them through
followed by the toast racks, the butter dishes and the
marmalade and jam. The bacon went into a warming dish
followed by the tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding and
eggs. Kate went to the bottom of the stairs and called up.

"Breakfast's ready."

She then laid claim to the seat next to mine. I brought the
coffee pot through and stood it on its stand. I poured out
glasses of chilled juice and started to dish out Kate's
breakfast. She had everything including a small piece of the
black pudding, enough to taste. I put her plate in front of her
as the hoard arrived. I served everyone their food and then
took my own. The orange juice was so sweet it was lovely. It
was good to be back home, I know that I had eaten my own
bacon at the Great Dorset Steam Fair but to have the full
works the bread baked overnight and sliced before delivery,
the tomatoes picked last evening. The eggs collected the
previous morning. The sausages and black pudding made
behind the butchery. The bacon cut to just the right
thickness. Perfection. Gill was the first to pick up on the
flavours.

"Roy, what is different about this, the food has much more
taste. It's so Mmmmmmmm, I can't think of the word I
want."

"Tasty would probably fit the bill." I explained where all the
food had come from.

"Oh Gosh, I would like to see that."

"I will arrange for Dawn to show you how it is all done."
"She would probably like the company whilst she is
working." "When would you like to go? Today or when the
others are back at school?"

"Oh when they are at school please."

Nicky asked me a question.

"Can you call me Nick please?" "I think Nick sounds more
grown up."

"Certainly son, no problem."

Gill and Mandy cleared the plates away whilst Natalie
poured the coffee. I had to watch the time, as we had to be in
Birmingham for 1:00. Rachel came in to prepare our packed
lunch. We would go shopping then call back here, drop off
the shopping and pick up our lunch and drive to Birmingham
Coachbuilders.

I phoned social services up and spoke to the adoption Team
about my new family. Elena had been in touch with her
along with Mrs Johnson from Salisbury. I asked if the
children could be known as McGarvy as it would make their
integration into school a lot easier.

"Normally I would say no as there is a likelihood the
children would return to their natural parents. In this case
Mrs Johnson has said there will be absolutely no chance for
Mandy and Kate to return home and very little chance of Jim
being able to return home. Mrs Johnson has spoken again
with his parents and they don't want to know. In fact the rest
of his belongings are on the way to the office now. One of
the members of the Team knows you well and has put in a
good word plus of course your late wife's psychiatric social
worker praised you highly. Your marriage survived a very
long traumatic period of very severe mental illness. In Fact
yours was the longest he knows of in personal experience. In
those circumstances, based on what I know from this end
and from Dorset, yes you can use your surname for them at
school. So long as the school is aware of their family name
which will be shown on all official documents until either,
you adopt them, and they will only have your name, or they
are adopted by another party. "Which is unlikely."

We set off into Shrewsbury by taxi. I had ordered the
minibus they have so there was room for us all. We were
dropped off outside the uniform outfitters. We went in and
gave the assistant a shock when I told him I needed 4 sets of
uniforms for central high lower school, 1 set for central 6th
form and one set for central primary. The manager came
across and directed matters, he looked after Natalie and the
assistant looked after Nick, Becky, Jim and Mandy.
Whoever finished first would then sort out Kate. She and I
sat down to watch. They were all measured Natalie's blazer
was a Navy blue blazer with twin vents in the back, chrome
buttons with the school badge embroidered on the pocket. It
had red piping along the lapels and down the front. She then
had a white blouse with button down collar and the school
tie, which for her were red and navy blue narrow bands. She
had a skirt, which finished fractionally above the knee and
tailored trousers if she wanted. Black school shoes with inch
and a half heels. It looked strange to see her dressed like
that, I had seen her in blouse and skirt or jumper and jeans,
or of course her wedding dress. Her Parcel made quite a pile,
two blazers, 4 blouses, two skirts two pairs of trousers black
socks and tights and two pairs of shoes.

The assistant was busy kitting Nick, Becky, Mandy and Jim
out. They also had to have sports equipment as well. The
manager then turned his attention to Kate, hers was more
simple, white blouse, blue tie with the school badge
embroidered onto it, a t-shirt and sweat shirt with the badge
embroidered, a navy blue skirt and jogging bottoms. For
warm weather she could wear a blue check summer dress,
which we bought 2 of. Short and long white socks black
shoes and a sports kit. I arranged for everything to be
marked with their names Natalie McGarvy, Nick McGarvy,
Becky Davies, Jim McGarvy, Mandy McGarvy and Kate
McGarvy. They choose a school bag each from the display
and I paid the bill being only a little surprised that it was
nearly a thousand pounds. The manager said it would all be
delivered tomorrow morning. We went into the coffee shop
for a cuppa before heading to the stationers to kit them out
with pens, pencils etc. I rang central taxis and we waited for
our cab. Then it was back home to pick up Lisa and our
lunch then off in the van to Birmingham.

We got there early and parked at the back of the car park
overlooking the riding stables. We had our lunch sitting
there in the sun. I looked back across the car park as a huge
horsebox was driven out of the roller shutter doors and
parked in the sun. I could see the satellite dish on the roof
folded down and the air conditioning unit sitting towards the
front. The satellite dish started moving then two minutes
later folded away again. Through the open window I could
hear the faint mutterings of the air conditioning unit, the
heavy rumble of a large diesel engine. That stopped and the
airco was a bit more distinct. I suspected it was our horsebox
but I said nothing. We finished our lunch and drove across to
the office and we all went in.

Mr Anderson greeted us and he confirmed that the final
payment had been made. He took us out the back to the
horsebox. I had been correct it was ours. The driver who
came with us started the engine. Mr Anderson picked up an
A4 folder and started reading through it. It was a checklist of
how to set the van up for static use. First of all we got into
the cab and drove over to an uneven field and parked. He
operated the jack controller and the horsebox lifted in front
of us, it tilted and pitched as it was set level. Then the
steadies went down to hold it level. Then he moved to the
side and the whole 14-foot panel moved outwards, walls
unfolded and clicked into place, finally supports extended
from the end. We went in to it and Seats were pushed out
into the extension to make a very comfortable lounge, which
could seat 16 people in comfort. Then it was down the
corridors looking into 3 rooms holding two people in each
and a single room. There were two double bedrooms one
above the other. A Polite description would say they were
compact. Going towards the front we moved from the lounge
into the galley there was an efficient looking layout, all the
draws and cupboards held plates and cutlery to supply 16
people. then into the cab. There was the driver seat plus 10
passenger seats, all of which reclined and had leg rests.
There was a single berth above the drivers seat as well.
Around the drivers seat were the monitor for the satellite
guidance and the rear view camera. There were also the
controls for engaging all wheel drive. That could only be
used at speeds of less than 15 miles an hour. There was also
a toilet just behind the cab, which could be used whilst the
van was in motion. It even had a seat belt fitted. That caused
a lot of raucous jokes. In the lounge there was a large flat
panel TV screen set into the wall and satellite, video and
DVD player built in to the wall in rack mountings. Above
the boxes were the controller and signal meter for the
satellite TV dish. That also provided the feed for the Internet
connection, which fed through into a desk unit mounted off
the wall, which was the computer desk. All in all a very
comfortable van. Mr Anderson then took us out side and we
loaded up 6 horses from the riding stables. They went in
very easily; there was ample room for them and the groom to
work on them. Then we went through the door that led from
the horses into a small shower room and toilet and then out
into the bedroom corridor.

Finally I was asked to unload and get ready for the road. Lisa
and I unloaded the horses. Then went into the living area,
unlocked the seats and rolled them back into storage,
retracted the legs and parked the lounge. We then returned
the horsebox to its 12 wheels. We all got into the cab and I
was first in the drivers seat. The instructor stood beside me
and I started the engine. A monitor flicked into life in front
of me. It held the rev counter and the Tachograph. In one
corner was the fuel gauge and water temperature gauge. In
the very centre was a red light. As the air pressure dial crept
up the light went out. I sat there with the engine idling. All
the dials were in the green, the fuel tank was indicating full.
The temperature of the engine and gearbox was cold. The
instructor toggled the switch marked H/UP MAIN I could
see the controls floating apparently in mid air in front of the
lorry. It was a head up display. It only had the speedometer,
the tachometer and a series of lights for fuel, air and
temperature. He explained it was really for use on the
motorways and similar conditions. The warning lights would
always show up on the head up if they turned red. He then
toggled the switch H/UP ALL suddenly the whole
instrument panel was laid out in front of the window. It was
a copy of the main panel. He then started the satellite
navigation system. The arrow marker for the satellite
navigation system appeared on the head up display. He
switched off the H/UP ALL just leaving the essentials
including the Satellite Navigation display

The instructor told me to put the transmission in drive. There
was a movement the revs dropped slightly. I released the
handbrake and slowly moved off. I drove across the car park
and followed the arrows as the instructor said. I went down a
narrow windy lane and out onto the test track. I increased the
speed, the gear indicator flicking up as it changed gear. We
went round the test track several times to get used to the size
of the horsebox. Then it was time to slow down and try the
country field route. I stopped and engaged all wheel drive. A
yellow light started flashing on the display. I moved onto the
mud road and drove along it. The horsebox was wallowing
over the ruts. Then I went into the water, I was driving
slowly through the water. The bow wave being pushed
ahead, the instructor turned on the rear view camera. He
thought I was ready for more distractions. On the third time
round the off road course he added in the stereo. Finally he
relented and allowed me to drive off the muddy circuit. We
parked and Lisa came to take over. I asked the instructor if
Mr Anderson was free. He took me into the testing circuit
supervisor's office to ring. A car would be sent for me so I
watched the horsebox drive off. Lisa was taken round the
main circuit a few times and then just as my transport arrived
she drove onto the country field route. Kate walked across
with me to the car and we were taken back to the main
complex.

I explained that I needed a bigger tow van than my current
one as once my caravan had been modified it would be too
heavy for my current van with a full complement of
passengers.

"I have been looking at the Mercedes Vario. With 11 seats
and full soundproofing kit. Tow hitch and auto transmission.
Added to the base I want front and rear sound systems,
satellite navigation and a comfort station. Yes a flush toilet.
He smiled until I reminded him that I would be carrying 4
girls aged 6 to 16 and an occasional 20-year-old girl plus
three males including myself.

"Yes Roy, I see what you mean."

We sat down at his computer and pulled up the Mercedes
specification for the Vario. We ripped out the current seats in
the cab and set to designing a new set up. We started with
the seats. He put in a driver and front seat passenger then
two rows of seat going back and then a row of three seats
going across the back. All could swivel and recline and there
was a mounting spot for a table between the side rows. That
gave us 11 seats. They were all mounted on floor tracks so
that the layout was fully adjustable up to a maximum of 14
seats. TV's would be mounted in the headrests and
earphones attached. There would be a microphone in the cab
and the connections would be through multi way plugs in the
floor. Between the backseats and the load panel would be
fixings for a heavy net to catch luggage in the event of a
crash. He did a printout of the plans. I paid the initial
deposit and then waited for the return of the horsebox. I
watched it drive up to the back of the unit. It was no longer
dark British racing green it was mud coloured. Two
apprentices came out and hosed the mud off leaving the
horsebox gleaming in the sun. Lisa was going to drive my
van whilst I drove the horsebox. We all boarded and set off
back to Shropshire.

It was a very relaxing vehicle to drive, it steered effortlessly
along the roads, and you could hear the whoosh of the
airbrakes as I braked. It was strange looking in the TV
monitor to see what was happening behind me. I drove into
Glebe Farm and instantly discovered a problem with it. It
took 3 attempts to get in past the gatepost. Then it was down
the track to the riding stables. Before we went anywhere
again I would have that gate widened. I pulled up outside
Jerry's. He had heard me arrive and came out of his office.

"How did you get that in the gate? I knew it was going to be
big but that is enormous."

I had problems getting this in the gate, it took 3 attempts to
get in, can you pull the gateposts. Set them back about 2 foot
each side and then get bigger gates or something."

"No problem Roy. I will get the digger down there in about,"
he looked at his watch. "an hour and get the posts out. I will
go down with them and sort out where to put them back.
Then as soon as the concrete hardens we can hang a gate.

I drove on down to the stables. The staff that didn't have
any pupils came out to look at the new box. The general
consensus was WOW! I left Lisa sorting out what was
needed for the workroom in the horse area. The leather
working tools for repairs to the harnesses and hammers, nails
and pliers for emergency repairs to the shoes. She ran a
network connecting lead into the office and downloaded all
the files needed for the computer. She loaded all the needed
programs.

I had brought a printer and scanner from the house and fitted
them. I had also bought a web cam and whiteboard for when
they were abroad and linking up with school. Lisa had put an
order through to the shop for tinned and bottled foods and
the essentials. They were soon packed away we ran through
the full set up again and found it just as easy. The water hose
pulled out from the hose reel, as did the electric hook up
cable. There were several options for the waste tank. The
simplest being to dump it down the manhole. Nicky and
Becky were busy bringing their belongings from the smaller
horsebox. They had a small clothes storage area in their
room plus a larger locker with the others. The old horsebox
looked tiny alongside our new one. I left Nicky Becky and
Mandy at the stables, Mandy wanted to try horse riding, and
I drove up to the house with Kate. Natalie and Gill had
already walked up to the house.

Rachel was cooking dinner as I went in. she had seen the
new horsebox.

"I knew you were getting a bigger horsebox but that one is
enormous." I laughed and went through to my study. I
looked at my in tray and thought I had better fill in the time
before I ate clearing some of my paperwork.

"Kate I'm sorry but I have to work for a while."

"That's all right daddy, I'll sit with you."

I went to my desk and sat down, I pulled over the first file
and as I started to read it a small body climbed on my lap
and snuggled down against me. I finished the file and moved
to put it away. I jolted Kate and apologised. There was no
reply she was fast asleep on my lap. I picked up the next
folder and read it. I think I could have set off a firecracker
and I wouldn't have woken my little bundle. I shifted about
half of my in tray before Rachel called us to dinner. I tried to
wake Kate but she was completely asleep. I carried her into
the lounge and laid her on the sofa whilst we had dinner. I
then carried her upstairs Mandy came with me.

"Thank you for letting me go riding this afternoon."

"That's no problem, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes dad I did, very much." "It felt so good being able to
control the horse by hand and leg."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Come with me dad, I want to show you something." "I have
been practising disco dancing and I want to show you my
routine."

We walked along to my room, Natalie was there sitting on
the bed.

"Sit on the bed." Mandy turned to our stereo and put on the
Madonna song, like a virgin. She started to dance to it her
hips thrusting and swinging. Then her top was off her firm
breasts moving with her without a wobble. Then she swung
round and forward, her bum was thrust back at me, her hands
went to her waist and her skirt and knickers were down and
she was dancing in a pair of ankle socks.

Natalie's hand was stroking my cock. As the track finished
Natalie called her over and reached up to stroke her tits.
Mandy leant forward and kissed me.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes you sexy minx."

She sat down on my lap and I kissed her and caressed her
boobs. I allowed my hand to track down her body and felt
Natalie's head in her lap. Mandy lifted her mouth from mine
and said.

"I want to kiss you."

"You are kissing me."

"Not like this. I want to kiss this." She put her hand on my
cock, feeling its hardness through my trousers. She shuffled
off my lap and on to the bed. I stood up and she undid my
trousers. Natalie moved round between her legs still kissing
deeply of Mandy's cunt. My trousers fell to the floor along
with my pants. I stepped across Natalie and astride Mandy's
legs. She reached for me and drew my cock into her mouth.
Her young mouth swallowed the head and then kept
swallowing until her nose was pressed against my belly. As
she moved back up my cock she sucked hard. I groaned with
pleasure. Then she slid back down my throbbing cock. I
could feel her throat move as she swallowed all of my cock.
Then I felt her cum in response to my wife's attentions. It
was too much for me. I pushed forward and my cum erupted
into her throat. She moved back to take my cum on her
tongue. She was swallowing all I could give her sweet
mouth. I felt Natalie move away. Mandy took my cock out
of her mouth. She said to Natalie lie on the bed. She did and
Mandy moved into the 69 position.

Dad Take me from the back please. I slipped along to my
room and picked up the tube of KY jelly I lubed her small
bum and then my cock. I knelt behind her and gently pressed
my cock against her sphincter. She pushed backwards and
my cock slid into her hot depths. I slid all the way in to her
tight bum. I was sliding in and out; I knelt up to watch my
cock sliding between her smooth bum cheeks. I caressed
them as I fucked her. My hands slid up her back, as I
focussed my eyes I saw the white criss cross marks from the
whip. I felt so sad for her. I leant forward. I whispered in her
ear.

"We love you Mandy." She lifted her head from Natalie and
replied.

"I love you both." I could feel the pressure building up in my
balls until they overflowed and filled her bum with my cum.
I could feel her orgasm building and then heard Natalie cum.
That fired Mandy to her own orgasm. I could hear Natalie
drinking up the overflow from Mandy's cunt.

We moved up on the bed and I fell asleep. My honeymoon
had been exhausting but not for the normal reasons. A while
later I woke up to feel the bed moving and a warm moist
cavern surrounding my cock. Becky was sitting astride
fucking me. Jim was fucking Natalie and Nick was sucking
Gill. My wife looked at me and said.

"We wanted to party but didn't want to leave you out."
Becky was riding me like a horse. Gripping me with her
knees and moving up and down me by the strength of her leg
muscles alone. I could see her thighs bunch as she moved up
my cock. I had the most enormous cum as I unleashed my
orgasm into my son's fianc�e. She rolled off me and cuddled
in my arms as we fell asleep. The bed slowly stopped
moving as we all came and then rested. We stayed together
all night. Kate joined us in the early hours of the morning.
As she wriggled in she woke several of us up. Nick and
Becky went to their room and Gill left at sometime. Leaving
Mandy, Jim, Kate, Natalie and I. Kate crawled into my arms.
Mandy opened her eyes and then moved behind her sister
and cuddled me. Kate was the meat in the sandwich. I woke
at 7:30 the bed was empty. I discovered after that Mandy and
Jim took Kate for her shower whilst Natalie was having her
shower. I joined Natalie in the shower and kissed her. My
hands slipped over her soapy body, her tits slid over my
chest, bumping and bouncing over my ribs. She soaped her
hands and washed me, then we rinsed off together.

We dressed and went down to cook breakfast together. We
were becoming more of a Team, a partnership. We had just
finished our breakfast when the doorbell rang, I went
through and it was the delivery from the uniform shop. All
the parcels had just the first name on. I called every one to
pick up their parcel and take them upstairs. I helped Kate to
carry hers up to her room. I was just unpacking her bags
when I heard an excited scream from Mandy. She came
flying into Kate's room and flung herself round my neck.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you," then she covered me in kisses. Kate
was looking on in amazement.

"What's up Mandy?"

"Look at the labels in your uniforms." She looked and read
out.

"Kate McGarvy." She turned to me with a look of joy on her
face.

"When you go to school you will be known as Kate
McGarvy. Mandy will be Mandy McGarvy and Jim will be
Jim McGarvy." "Does that please you?

Jims reply of. "Oh yes dad." Came from the door. They
looked so happy I was scared they would burst.

"I spoke to my local social services yesterday about naming
you. I asked when you all would likely be freed for adoption.
I was firstly told that I am well on the way through the
process because several social workers know me as a result
of my late wife's illness. Another knows me in a personal
capacity and Mrs Johnson is praising Natalie and I to the
heavens. So we, as a couple are almost certain to be offered
first refusal if you come for adoption." "Jim I am sorry to tell
you that your parents have not changed their minds about not
having you home. In fact I gather that all your belongings
are on the way here. They should be with you by the end of
the week. "Mandy and Kate you have to wait for the courts
to decide what must happen. Mrs Johnson is recommending
that you be put up for adoption. It may happen after the
magistrates hearing at the end of the month when they are
remanded to the Crown Court. Or you may have to wait until
the crown court hearing which will be around Christmas or
the New Year." Any way, uniforms on hangers in your
cupboards please. Then what are we going to do today
before you go to school tomorrow.

Nick and Becky wanted to go shopping, Jim and Mandy
wanted to go with them, Gill wanted to explore and Kate
wanted to do whatever Natalie and I were doing. I looked at
Natalie and saw her grinning at me. The same thought had
gone through our minds. Natalie then reminded the others
about the hair dressing appointment for the afternoon. I rang
Jerry up and arranged for him and Dawn to show Gill around
the estate. I gave Jim and Mandy the money I had been given
by Mrs Johnson for their pocket money. Nick and Becky had
their own pocket money. I checked they all had their mobile
phones with them then Nick rang for their taxi. Whilst they
were waiting they cleared up the breakfast things. Gill
walked down to Jerry's. Natalie sorted through her school
bag to sort everything out from last term. She still had all her
year 11 books in her bag so went upstairs to sort them all.

Kate and I went into the study. I picked up from where I left
off and cleared my in tray. It was a satisfying feeling. When
I finished I called up to Natalie to say I was on my way to
see the new dairy. She called back to me.

"See you at lunchtime."

Kate and I left and walked through the fields to the new
dairy. I had arranged to meet Danielle at 11:00 to look at the
dairy and then to see how the fish farm was doing. When we
arrived at the dairy; men were at work sterilising everything.
The smell of bleach was overpowering. Danielle came in and
joined us with her clipboard. We followed her round as she
was snagging the job for it turned out the third time. This
time all that was left to be ticked off was the bacteria test on
the tanks. Then we would be able to run the dairy. All the
bleach was run through and the equipment washed with the
approved cleaners. Another couple of hours should see the
dairy ready for use. I rang Dave up to tell him to come back
to the Home Farm milking parlour and prepare it for this
afternoons milking.

Danielle, Kate and I walked down to the new fish farm. The
concrete footings were now in for the tanks. The earth dam
was complete for the pond, though it wasn't filling yet. The
sluice was wide open allowing the water to run normally to
freedom. We couldn't start filling the lake until the fish farm
was complete. We walked through the fish farm, or more
correctly where the fish farm would be. We finished our tour
by walking back to Home Farm. The builders had been very
busy splitting the old farmhouse in 2. An extra kitchen and
the old one remodelled. An extra bathroom plus a dividing
wall through the building. It was like a bombsite, builder's
rubble everywhere and cables falling from the ceiling.
Danielle was pleased with the progress. I couldn't really
judge how much had been done, as I hadn't known the old
house.

We said goodbye to Danielle and walked home. Natalie was
in the kitchen with Rachel and there were 3 suitcases and
two boxes.

"This was delivered by Dorset Social services."

"I presume it's Jim's stuff then, I was told it was coming." "I
think it will hit him when he sees it."

"I just cannot understand his parents Roy, did they think he
was responsible for Mick's actions?"

"Mrs Johnson thinks Jim's father may be involved
somewhere, it is just a matter of finding out. If not it is
probably because they don't want to believe it of their
relative and it is easier to blame a child." "Before you say it
Natalie I know that it is crazy and illogical."

The phone rang; it was Nick to tell me that they would be
eating in town. They were going skating now. Gill, Dawn
and Jerry came into the yard. I went out to invite Dawn and
Jerry to stop as there would be plenty of food as the
youngsters were staying in town. Rachel had prepared a big
salad. She had started her day collecting the makings from
the farm. The ham had been boiled yesterday and had been
soaking in its cooking water overnight. Then taken out at
10:30 this morning to drain ready for lunch. Very tasty. Gill
and Kate were surprised at the flavour of the salad. Gill
Knew how fresh it was as she had been in the fields with
Dawn as it was picked; in fact she had helped with the
picking.

"Roy I had been told that taste is better when things are fresh
but had never really believed it. Now I believe. It has been
fascinating seeing so much of the farm, I made some butter
this morning." She looked at Dawn for confirmation.

"That's right Roy, I let her use the small hand churn, and it
seems to have come out well." Gill went to the kitchen and
brought in a greaseproof paper bag. She put it on the table
and opened it.

"Try some Roy." I took my knife and took a little, put it in
my mouth and tasted. It was a nice batch, with a good rich
flavour.

"Well done Gill." "Top marks." Gill beamed with pride. I
knew Dawn would not have brought it across unless it was
up to taste.

"What did you think of the farm? Did you enjoy your tour?"

"Oh yes Roy, I found it fascinating. To make the butter from
scratch was so fulfilling. I want to learn more."

"I'm sure if you ask Dawn she will teach you more about the
work of glebe and home farms. We will be using the new
dairy from tomorrow if all goes well. The herd are being
milked at home farm tonight."

"That will be good Roy, if Gill would like to join me at the
new dairy at 9:00 tomorrow Dave should just about have
finished milking and cleaning up. We can start
experimenting with the new toys."

"Jerry have you been in contact with the chap about the
Dexter's."

"Yes Roy, I saw his valuer on Saturday. They look very
good indeed. There are 40 cows, a good bull and some
bullocks, which are nearly ready for slaughter. He will be in
contact with me with a price. He has got 8 Jerseys as well
which he is valuing for me. It will push up our milk yield
and the fat content. If the price is right, we should have them
all next week."

"Well the dairy was finished just in time then."

"The sheep have settled in well and so has the shepherd.
They are looking well. The number of bought in adult pigs is
up to the level we set, any increase now will be from our
own litters. Our pig man has selected a couple of the current
crop for keeping. This time next year our herds and flocks
should be up to strength and we can supply meat at our
maximum rate." "Talking of which one of the mutton
wethers was slaughtered whilst you were away. Lucy is
cooking a large joint on Saturday. Rachel has a half leg for
you for Sunday and I have the other half in my freezer. The
rest will go into the fridges on Saturday morning for sale.
Then we see how it goes.

"Whilst we were talking the door bell rang. It was the social
worker Cath Markam. I called Natalie through to the study.
Jerry knew what it was about as I had warned him. He would
take Gill and Kate out into the farm. I hadn't told Natalie, as
I knew she would worry. We sat down and Cath introduced
her self. We were taken through a catechism of our lives to
that point. Cath was noting down our answers, I could see
her nodding her head as I described the events of the other
weekend. I could see her reading a copy of Mrs Johnson's
notes. Finally we got up to date.

"Why do you want to adopt the children then? Knowing
what the problems they faced were?"

"The first reason is because in the last days they have been
digging away into our hearts, secondly because we helped to
rescue Mandy and Kate from appalling and finally I
think they would never forgive us if we didn't adopt them. I
said that with a broad smile to help Cath understand that was
mainly a joke."

"Mrs Johnson said that you had bonded incredibly closely
with Kate. Her comment was you were stuck together."

"Actually Cath that was a physical description. Kate had
been undressed to show Mrs Johnson and DI chambers her
back and legs. As her jumper, blouse trousers and pants
came off it was seen that her back was still bleeding. Natalie
brought a quilt and she stayed on my lap, I was wearing
shorts and the blood dried between our skins and between
her skin and my clothes. She was literally stuck to me. She
travelled to hospital on my lap and she was finally separated
from me in the operating theatre." Natalie went to get Cath a
drink of water."

"Would you like anything stronger? I can see you are
shocked by what my husband just told you."

"Thank you but no."

"I take it you have not seen the police reports or the hospital
report?"

"No I haven't."

"I will ring Elena, I think she has copies of the report and the
film from the hospital. She is taking it for her forensic
investigation students at the university." I picked up the
phone. Elena would be with us in 30 minutes. "Would you
like to come up and see their rooms?"

"Yes please." We went up and she saw Kate's room first and
then Mandy's and finally Jim's room, there was the suitcases
and boxes from his parents. I showed them to Cath and
explained what they were. Those rooms are fantastic, it was
lucky they were decorated in suitable papers." Natalie said.

"Actually as soon as we knew we would be fostering Roy
got on the phone to his architect to plan the rooms and get
them fitted out before we got home. It is all brand new."

"Oh gosh, that is good of you."

"No not good, we just wanted them to feel that they were a
part of our family." I heard the back door open and Rachel's
voice greeting someone. It was Elena. We went down and
joined her in the study. I introduced her to Cath and we sat
down.

"The film you are about to see is the edited version of the
whole tape. The waiting around has been cut out so that it is
reduced to about 30 minutes. The original tape ran for almost
2 hours. That is the one that will be seen in court. There is
another version of this film on DVD where the faces have
been blanked out. This copy you are about to see will only
be shown by me or by someone who has the decryption
software and my password. She plugged the player into the
TV and plugged a keyboard into the box. A 7-letter
password box came up. Elena turned away and typed the
code.

The picture came up. The film started with me arriving in
casualty, a little white faced girl asleep in my arms and 3
bags of fluid going into her. I had bloodstains on my face
and a haunted look. I watched as I was transferred onto the
trolley and bags of blood were hung from the drip stand.
They were connected in place of the saline and haemocell.
As we were watching Natalie came back in with a couple of
buckets, she stood with them beside Cath. All of this was a
silent picture. Then we were transferred to the operating
theatre. Voices erupted from the TV and I quickly reduced
the volume. Elena explained that what we were listening to
now was recorded from the theatre mikes. I could see Cath
swallowing hard as they examined Kate's vagina. When they
investigated her bottom and you could see the blood running
out from the rectum Cath was sick. Natalie was looking
green. Elena and I had either seen the film before or been
present. Even I was feeling slightly sick. I watched as I was
led away. My front was red with blood. I looked really ill in
the film. Then we watched and heard the wounds being
cleaned and sealed. The screen finally transformed into a
white snowstorm.

Natalie had emptied the bucket and come back in with a
brandy bottle and glasses. I poured us all a glass. Cath didn't
need urging to take hers. I could see she was not feeling
well. Elena then passed the photographs of Mandy, Jim and
Gill. They were not so gut wrenching as the film that had
gone before but would have been considered horrific in their
own right.

"The Dorset police have said that they think I can help
prosecute the case. I will be the children's solicitor. My role
will be to protect them."

Cath turned to me. "I can now understand why you want to
adopt the children. To have been involved right from the
start, in fact from my reading of this you and Natalie
uncovered this whole sorry saga. My recommendation is that
if the children want to live with you, then you are the right
couple to adopt them." "When I first heard of the request
that you had made via Dorset social services my first
reaction was no. Based solely I have to admit on the age
difference between you two and how close in age Natalie is
to Jim and Mandy. However after watching and reading
about this, how you both have responded to the children and
how they related to you. I will have no hesitation in
recommending you to the board for acceptance as
prospective adoptive parents." "The report Mrs Johnson sent
regarding the visit she made when she brought Jim to meet
you was particularly illuminating. In her words; "you would
think they are his natural children judging by the way they
inter react. In how especially Kate's use of the word dad was
so natural and unforced."

As Cath Markam left I could see she was still slightly white
faced. I turned to Elena and asked her what she thought.

"You will be accepted as adoptive parents, if they are
released for adoption. As you are the, how shall we say it,
the rescuers I think they would be released into your care.
Possibly to no one else though. I turned to her.

"I found that film very hard to watch, I was there but it still
looked like a horror story."

"I am not surprised, during the filming you were closely
involved caring for Kate. Watching it you see the full horror
of the situation."

Elena then had to leave to go back to work, "It was
instructive to watch you all viewing that film. I can now
anticipate the effect on a jury. If there was still the death
penalty they would be calling on the judge to hang him." We
waved as she drove down the drive. Come on; let's find the
girls. Natalie looked at her watch. It was 3:30.

"I have an appointment for Kate and I and all the others at
the hairdressers. I will just check they have remembered."
As she rang Nick I phoned for a taxi. Then rang Jerry to
bring Kate back for her appointment. Gill brought Kate back
and we watched as Natalie and Kate left. Kate had been
down at the packing sheds, which at this time of the day are
quiet.

I explained to Gill about the set up on the farm. The
working day was from 4am for the pickers and 5 for the
packers. Once we started full production for Cyril Fortescue
then we would have to change our times or start a second
shift from about 3:00pm to allow for overnight transport to
the south. Most of my staff are part timers. They finished at
about 8:00 or so and then had the rest of the day to
themselves. Quite a few had a second job. They stayed with
me because of the good wages and the fringe benefits of cost
price food. A very valuable perk. That perk had its
advantages for me as any goods they bought came off the
loading bay before despatch. In effect they were their own
quality controllers. They knew that if they allowed any
rubbish through they or their friends might end up buying it.
I went through to the lounge with our coffee. I sat on the
sofa and Gill snuggled up to me.

"Roy, I have been thinking. Could I work for you?"

"What would you like to do and what about your degree?"

"With regards to my degree, so much has happened to me. I
had locked my memories about Mick away. Now I have got
to deal with them. I had shut myself away from people. Now
I can't" "To be honest I don't know what I want to do. I
think I need to take some time out and get sorted. Then if I
want to go back to university next year I can."

"Well Gill if you want to take a year out you had better ring
your parents and then the university. After that we can talk
about what you want to do, whether you want to stay here
with us, go home to your parents or move somewhere else."

"Roy before I speak to mum, can I stay with you?"

"Before I say anything, I am going to ring Natalie as she has
an equal say in the decision." I picked up the phone and rang
Natalie.

"Hi love, just a quick question. Gill is asking if she can stay
here with us if she takes a year out of uni, what are your
thoughts?"

"What have you said to her?"

"Nothing until I have spoken with you."

"You know I would say yes, why didn't you just say yes to
her?"

"Because you have an equal say in who lives with us darling.
I couldn't just make a decision without referring it to you as
well."

"Thanks for that. My vote is let her stay with us."

"That was my thought as well, but I needed your input. I will
tell her now." I hung up and turned to Gill.

"You can stay here if you want to." I couldn't have said
anymore even if I had wanted to as I had a girl attached to
my mouth kissing me. "You had better ring your mum up.
Do you want to ring from here or would you prefer the
privacy of the study?"

"I will ring from here if you don't mind."

"No problem." Gill picked up the phone and rang her mum. I
listened to her put her case for the year out. Her mum's
response was that if the university said ok then it was ok
with her. She spoke for a while longer and hung up. I offered
to ring the university, which Gill readily accepted. She gave
me her course details and that of her tutor. I phoned them
and managed to speak with the tutor. I explained to him what
had been happening in Gill's family, and how she had been
affected owing to Mick's assault on her and that the whole
situation was affecting her and could she take a year out, and
apologies for short notice. I really laid it on thick for her.
The tutor just asked for a request in writing with brief details
and her start date for her next term would be September
2004. Gill could hear what was being said and was very
happy. She went upstairs and wrote her letter on the
computer and printed it. She came down and asked for an
envelope. I took the letter, glanced at it and put it in the
envelope and left it in the out tray to go with the rest of my
post. It was one of the last jobs of the day for the junior at
Soft Solutions, GB.PLC. He cycled round all the bits of the
group collecting the mail then dropped it all at the post
office. Our franking is all done at the post office now.


I went into the lounge and sat back on the sofa.

"Thank you Roy." An arm snaked along the sofa and around
my neck, and then Gill moved nearer to me and kissed me.
Her tongue was dancing in my mouth. Thank you for letting
me stay. I sat there enjoying being close to her when I heard
the taxis draw up in the yard. We got up and walked through
to the kitchen and met them all coming in. The boys looked
much smarter, their holiday rough tops had gone to be
replaced by a number 3 trim. The girl's hair had been
neatened but not shortened. They all looked ready for
tomorrow. Nick, Jim Becky and Mandy took their shopping
upstairs. They took Kate and Gill with them.

"What are they all up to?"

"I'm not sure but they have plotted something." We sat there
holding hands as they all came back down. Kate was holding
2 envelopes, 1 she gave to Natalie the other she gave to me.
We opened them and I read, thanks for being the best dad in
the world and inside it read from the best children in the
world and the bottom was smothered in kisses.

"I'll have to collect all those." Kate kissed me and said.

"That's the first." Natalie then opened her card. To the best
mum in the world and inside it read from the best children in
the world with lots of kisses. They then handed over a parcel
to us. Mine was a mug that said the worlds greatest DAD
and Natalie's was similar with worlds greatest MUM. I was
so touched by the gift. I could see Natalie was overcome,
there were tears trickling down her cheeks.

I was only just able to thank them for the gift. I was so
choked. Nicky and Becky had showed them where to buy
them. Very shortly after Rachel served dinner. I put wine in
Natalie's and my mug. I proposed a toast.

"To Nicky, Becky, Gill, Jim, Mandy and Kate the best
family we could ask for." Natalie and I raised our mugs and
drank the toast. We all tucked into our meal it was the last
meal of the holidays. I told our new family all that had
happened since June.

"The last half term has been so hectic; Dick being in
hospital, Natalie and Becky coming to live. Nick and Becky
horse riding and the possibility of riding in the Olympics.
The wedding, the honeymoon, Gill and Natalie getting
soaked and it all being discovered about Mandy, Kate and
Jim. Fostering. Moving here, the new horsebox and now
school here in Shropshire." If we wrote the story we
wouldn't be believed but here we are. Natalie starting in the
6th form, Nick in his final year for the GCSE's, Jim starting
his GCSE course, Mandy moving to a new school. Becky
moving up from primary to secondary school, Kate moving
into a new school. And Gill? Well Gill is not going back to
university this term, she is taking a year out and is going to
work for me."

"That's all changes for you." "What about me you say?
"Well last January I lost my first wife and Nick lost his
mum. Then in June I got engaged to this lovely lady," I
looked at Natalie and she blushed. We planned to get
married in August and then Dick had his accident so Natalie
and Becky moved in with Nick and I. "After that life
spiralled wildly. I started the year a widower with 1 son.
Now I am married with 6 children, well 5 if you class Gill as
an adult." "Anyway time for Kate to be in bed."

She held her arms up to me so I picked her up and carried
her to the bathroom. I ran the bath as she undressed. Her
little body looked so soft. She turned to get in the back and
her whipped back was oh so visible. The scars were healing
and she was able to do everything with no apparent problem.
She sat in the water and I knelt down and used her body
cleaner the hospital had supplied to wash her back. As my
hand washed her back she jumped at the contact.

"Sorry dad, I'll try not to move."

"Why shouldn't you move?"

"Because if I moved when my dad touched me he would
beat me again." "I don't think he wanted anyone else to
know."

"If I ever hurt you darling you must let me know. I don't
want to hurt you." I continued washing her back with the oil.
It softened the skin and should reduce the scarring. You
could see there were permanent scars on her back from
previous whippings. These new marks overlaid the old. Kate
stood up for me to wash her. My hand slid down from her
back and I rinsed my hand, I squirted shower gel onto my
hand and washed her cunt and bum and down her slim
thighs. She lifted her feet one at a time to allow me to wash
her toes. I then took the shower attachment and rinsed her
down, working my hand and the shower spray up her legs to
her bum; I washed out her crack then slid my fingers along
and up the front to wash her cunt. I could feel her quiver as I
moved on to rinse her tummy and back. I stood up and
wrapped her in the towel. I then carried her through to her
bed. I carefully dried her and tucked her in. I picked up the
book from her bed and read her story. When I finished I
kissed her goodnight and turned her light off and went
downstairs.

I went into the kitchen and took two bottles of champagne
from the fridge and put them and the glasses on a tray and
returned to the lounge. I propose a toast to new life. I poured
7 glasses of champagne and we drank a toast. After a while
Nick picked up a pack of cards,

"Strip pontoon everyone." Mandy was the first to say yes,
the rest including myself quickly followed. Nick dealt and
the game started. I was watching his dealing carefully and
watched him rig the game. I think Natalie and Becky could
see but as he was making me lose more than the girls they
didn't say anything.

I was the first one stripped and sat to watch the rest of the
game, Mandy was second out and she came over to join me.
She cuddled down beside me and kissed me. I could feel her
soft warm body against me. Her hand drifted down me and
encircled my cock. I leant over and kissed her. I slid down
onto the floor bringing her with me. My mouth kissed her
cheeks and neck then slid down her chest to suck on her
nipples. Her hand stroked my erection, then she wriggled
around, breaking my mouths connection wither nipple and
she sucked my cock into her mouth. I pulled on her leg and
brought her cunt to my mouth. I sucked her clit from under
its hood and teased it with my lips. I could feel her body
moving under me as the sensations excited her. My fingers
fed into her cunt and massaged the depths of her pleasure
garden. I brought my fingers round to massage her g-spot
and she came. My hand was covered with her juices.

Strip pontoon had finished. I don't know who had won but
Nick was fucking Natalie and Becky and Gill were in a 69.
As Mandy came down from her orgasm she moved on me
and sat on my cock. I slid into her tight cunt. She was facing
away from me and I could see the scars on her back. As she
fucked my cock my hands were sliding across her whip
scarred back. I could feel the ridges beneath my fingertips.
My hand slid down around her cute bum. I moved my hand
to the front and stroked her clit. I wet my fingers in the
fountain of her lubrication and carried it back to her bum.
My finger pushed into the tight ring of her bum, her own
lubrication opening the way. As more of my finger entered
her bum she leant forward to ease my passage in. My cock
was rubbing against her g-spot and brought her to orgasm.
As she came I pushed my fingers into her bum. My orgasm
came and I filled her tight cunt with my cum. She slumped
forward on me. I fell asleep my cock being milked by
Mandy's young cunt.

Someone turned out the main light, just leaving the
sidelights on. I slept on. Mandy was sleeping beside me. The
door opened and a little girl walked in. I woke a short while
later I was being fucked again. I smiled in my sleep and
slowly woke. I lay there with my eyes shut luxuriating in the
feel of a young girls cunt sliding up and down my prick. I
stretched forward to caress my lover. My hands grasped her
waist and moved up to encircle her firm young tits. They
were growing, tilt tipped boobs. So delicious to look at and
even nicer to caress. They weren't there. It was a flat chest, I
could feel the nipples standing hard but there was no boob
standing proud from her chest. My eyes opened to see Kate
sitting on my cock fucking me. She had a big smile on her
face. I looked at the union of our bodies and saw her bald
cunt sliding over me, the lips being carried inside her on the
down thrust. The sight of it brought me to a crashing orgasm.
I could feel my cock swelling inside her cunt, every ridge
inside her sliding over my sensitive cock head. I gave an
almighty groan and came. She was at the top of the stroke
when my semen poured into her young cunt. She slid back
down me. With a long cry of.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" She fell forward onto my
chest. She moved forward to release some of my cock and to
enable her to reach my mouth with her mouth. She kissed me
and then said. "Thank you dad. That was so good.

"How did you know what to do? How could you do what
you did? My cock should not have fitted within you. You are
too young, you are only 8 years old."

She smiled at me. "I watched Mandy fuck you earlier and
Nick fuck Natalie. So I knew what to do. My father stretched
my cunt when he rammed the broom handle in me. He hurt
me a lot doing that but I saw how Mandy enjoyed sitting on
you and bouncing so I wanted to try it with you also." "It
was lovely dad." She kissed me again. It was like kissing a
post.

"Gently love, gently." "Open your lips a little." I felt her lips
open and the pressure on my mouth ease. I pushed my
tongue forward into her mouth. The tip of her tongue danced
with mine. She had to brake off the kiss to take a breath.
"Kate when you kiss try to breath through your nose. Her
lips came back to mine, I could feel her breath through her
nose. I gently caressed her back. As I felt the ridges I
stopped, Her mouth tightened. I broke the kiss, "I am so
sorry darling, I don't want to hurt you."

"Put your hand back, I was only startled." I gently rested my
hand on her back. My fingers traced a scar. I could see the
effects on her face.

"No love, I am not going to hurt you."

"Oh dad, I want you to comfort me but it hurts."

"Don't worry, it will get better. We just have to be very
careful of you. I'm a bit worried about your back at school
tomorrow, should I keep you off till it's better."

"No dad I want to go to school." "I enjoy school."

I Know, you can wear a body protector like Becky wears
when riding." "If I explain what has happened you would
then only need your protector during playtime. Come on
up to bed, I'll take you to the riding school in the morning." I
picked her up and carried her upstairs to my bed. I laid her
down and went and had a quick shower then I joined my
little darling in bed. She cuddled up to me and I felt my cock
rising to salute her body, Marred on the outside and perfect
within. She moved over me and slid her cunt over my cock
and fell asleep.

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