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Don and the Pool Guys
I locked all the doors and windows, checked the area lights outside, and
the security system. I felt like a prisoner in my own home.
Time to put away my new stash from the mall. I neatly hung up the skirts
and dresses, and folded up each tee and some other tops and put them in
my middle dresser drawer. I did not want the swimsuits to stretch out too
much so I folded them away too. The shortalls I hung up with the skirts.
Shoes and sandals went on the closet floor in neat pairs. Earrings? On
the dresser, I guess. I should really get a jewelry organizer.
I trotted off into the kitchen and filched a little fruit dish for my
dresser top. Two pairs of earrings go in there now; more to come later,
as my ears healed.
I had picked up a little spray bottle of scent at the store, almost as
small as a tester, just to try it out. Oleander, it smelled like red
wine, very heady. Just for fun, I put a little dab behind my ears and on
my wrists. Whoa, it really was different than what Sis used. Not exactly
exotic but somehow deep and intoxicating.
I had removed and put away everything I had been wearing. All except the
"magic panties", I missed the way they felt when they hugged me, so I
kept them on. I would change in the morning, before showering.
So, mostly naked, I stood before the mirror.
The girl I saw was at least three years older than me. She had a nice
figure, healthy and well proportioned. Her hair was graceful and
attractively styled without being overdone. Her face was shapely and
sweet, her eyes luminous.
It was still light out, but I put on one of the summer nighties, the
champagne one. Once again I noticed how the gauzy fabric draped over my
hips and chest, and revealed clear hints of my nipples. I thought of
Saturday night, and how I had looked then in Sis' longer nightie with her
padded swimsuit on underneath. I remembered goofing around with Zach
while I was dressed like that. He would probably never have another
excuse to stay overnight with me, at least not without Mom here. There
was no obvious need for him to keep watch now, it did not seem like the
bad old pool guys were going to come back.
The phone beeped. What a lot had gone on since our last call! But
although I wanted to be honest with Mom, I was not ready to dump
everything on her right away. There would be plenty of time to talk when
she came home.
Hi Mom, everything's fine, no sign of trouble. I went to the mall and got
some totally new items; I want to wait until you see them rather than
describe them over the phone. Yes, it will be a surprise.
Oh good, they resolved that mold problem in the one house already? So
then that deal is ready to close? And they already did the perc test at
the other place, and should get the results back to the buyers in a
couple day, that all sounds good, and you have only been there a couple
days.
Oh no, so that other seller tried to barge in and steal the built in
appliances? She hired some tough guys to do her dirty work. But of course
you were one step ahead of her, and had your own people there to prevent
her. Yes, yours were real licensed security personnel, unlike hers. Oh
boy, the seller waved around some "judicial writ" entitling her to take
everything? But you knew it was bogus because that was the kind of dirty
tricks for which her lawyer was famous. They refused to let you look at
it, naturally.
(All the while we were talking, I was hugging myself the way girls do,
nestling each arm under the opposite breast. And I was inhaling my
sensual scent. It felt so good; it was like I was one person on the phone
and a complete other person here in my body.)
So you are at a standoff, at least until the hearing for the injunction,
and your lawyer was petitioning for a temporary stay in order to let him
prepare a defense. Good. Those buyers should be glad you're on their
side, Mom.
So we are both dealing with some bad people, but we are both on top of
the situations, I guess, right?
Yes, I'll expect your call this time tomorrow. Love you too, Mom.
Sighing, wishing I had dared to tell her everything right now, I went to
the bathroom and applied some gentle makeup remover I had picked up
today. Even after I removed it all, my face still seemed different
somehow. Of course, there was my new hair. But were my lips fuller? The
undercoat did have chemicals in it to plump up my lips, they had told me.
And my brows were plucked, and had been groomed too. Maybe all the
attention I had been paying to my skin had been starting to pay off? My
face and whole body did seem smoother and sleeker. . I had been smiling a
lot more than usual; would that change how my face fell?
As I lay down to sleep, I wished I could open the window. There were
certain birds that only sang at night; their song was like a lullaby to
me. At least the AC kept me comfortable. I even pulled a sheet up over
me. I was getting used to these sheets of Mom's; maybe I could get some
for myself. Just a little eyelet trim and some tassels, attractive, but
not high maintenance. I smiled to myself, and snuggled down to sleep.
I awoke because I couldn't breathe. Somebody's hand was clamped over my
mouth! I tried to scream but only muffled sounds came out. The more I
tried to thrash around, the tighter the hands held me!
"Haw!" said a rough voice. "No so tough now are you, without your little
buddy and the cops?"
It was the pool guys. I didn't hear any alarms; how had they got in?
I thrashed around but couldn't get loose. A rough hand grabbed my arm.
"Not so high and mighty now, are you?" gloated another voice, half
whispering. The face that made that voice was so close to me I could tell
the guy had eaten burgers with onions for dinner. Somebody was still
holding my arm with one hand and covering my mouth with another but now a
different hand was rubbing and kneading my artificial breast, roughly,
fiercely. Low guttural noises came out of his mouth.
Now another hand was knuckling my panties, pounding me down there.
"Having fun yet sweetheart?" the whispering voice mocked. I thought he
would never stop abusing me, it was like I was a damned soul being
tormented in hell. Then, his voice louder, "Bob! What you got?"
"Flat screen, blue ray, some jewelry, not much cash so far, got some
silver plate, looks like maybe crystal vases, video games, a coin
collection," said a voice from the living room.
"That's all?"
"Seems like it."
"Now listen up darlin'" said the whispering voice in my ear, as his
pummeling continued, "We know there's more here, got to be, big fancy
place like this. Just like the last folks who lived here."
"Yeah, we got them the same way! Acting like we were messing around with
the pool equipment while we were removing the bolts from the side
basement wall!" bragged the first voice.
"For God's sake shut up, Pete! That's private business."
"Sorry, Joe."
"So, little lady," the whispering voice went on, "you've been putting
everything away, you know right where all the good stuff is. Tell us real
nice and I'll forget all about showing you what my women feel like. They
end up loving it when I'm done with them, begging me for more," he
chuckled. "But you won't have to, if you cooperate. So tell us what you
know, and I leave you alone. No one can hear you, the nearest house is
five hundred feet away." He gave my new boob a fierce twist. "Get the
idea?"
I whimpered, but nodded my head 'yes'.
The hand that was across my mouth moved down and grabbed my other arm.
Instantly I screamed: "HELP!!!"
"Stupid damned brat!" cursed the guy who was holding me as he tried to
cover up my mouth again. But I was ready for him this time.
I twisted around and bit the nearest thing I could find, which was his
thumb. I crunched down hard, tasting blood. The guy screamed like a woman
and jumped up grabbing his thumb with his other hand. I squirmed away.
Joe tried to grab me but I rolled off the bed and tore out of the door.
"Bob! Drop what you've got and grab the girl!" Joe bellowed.
A man with his arms outstretched came down the hallway at me but I was
too short and quick for him. I dodged around his knee and under his
elbow, racing for the kitchen. What could I smash a window with? That mug
there was too small....I pulled the toaster off the counter, yanking out
its cord, and used both hands to smack it into the window.
The glass did not shatter, but the jolt set off the security alarms.
Sirens wailed and lights flashed. In seconds bright blue lights were
pulsing in our driveway; the police. Joe grabbed me as a voice said
"Police! Open up!"
"I'll hurt the girl!" Joe yelled. "I'll kill her! Back off!"
But I just screamed "Help!" again as they started kicking at the front
door.
Bob was standing in the front room with his hands up in the air. "If I
unlock the door, will you take it easy on me?" he begged. "You got it!"
said a voice from outside.
"Bob, you asshole! We've got to stand together!" bellowed Joe as he went
rummaging through the kitchen, dragging me here and there with him. Oh
no! He had located a knife.
Pete ran past him to the patio door, knocking aside the bar that was
blocking it from opening. He unlatched it with his good thumb. "Lousy
plan, Joe. I'm outta here before I get hurt any worse." But as he ran out
the patio door, a big beefy guy knocked him down and pinned him to the
ground.
Of course! One of the police had covered the back door. Good thing these
pool guys were not as smart as they were mean.
The front door was open now. Bob was standing there with his arms up.
They cuffed him; he was cooperating so they were not too rough with him.
Fair's fair I guess, even though he was standing right beside a big bag
of loot.
Joe backed into the middle of the kitchen, by the table. His eyes went
from the living room to the patio and back again.
"Let me get out of here or she gets hurt," he snarled. "I want to carve
my initials in her pretty face."
An officer was escorting Bob out to a cruiser. Blue lights were flashing
across our ceiling.
Another officer came in from the living room, patting his holster. "Heard
the one about the guy who brought a knife to a gunfight? Well, that would
be you, Joe."
Joe spat in his direction. A gob of mucus hit the hall wall and clung
there, quivering. I could see Pete out by the patio, cuffed to a
lamppost.
Joe held me tight to him with one arm, and with the other hand he took
his knife and traced a line down the middle of my chest. It was not a
deep cut, but beads of blood welled up and began to run down my front. "I
am going to walk out that door and you are not going to stop me. Get
moving."
The policeman began slowly backing down the hallway, keeping his eyes on
Joe. "Big mistake Joe," he said, "Assault with a deadly weapon. You'll be
a hunted man now and you know it. Hunted until we catch you."
"Big talk. Keep moving or there's more blood." He raised his knife,
moving it from my chest to my face.
In mid movement, his arm was whacked from behind! The knife went flying!
The officer from the patio had been quietly inching up from behind while
Joe was talking. He bashed Joe over the head with his night stick.
I pulled away as Joe crumpled to the floor. He was still conscious as
they roughly cuffed him and hauled him away. "Take it easy! You broke my
arm, take it easy with it! Police brutality." But they were not gentle
with him like they had been with Bob, broken arm or not.
One of the policemen was talking to me. "Did they hurt you? Do you need
medical care?" He got a swab and dabbed at my chest. "That's the worst of
it," I said, "The rest was just manhandling, grabbing and pawing and
stuff."
The officers looked at each other. "We'd better ask you to come with us
to the station and make a statement. Can you do that?"
I nodded. I was shaking violently now. "I'd like to put on some clothes,
please." "Sure, that's fine."
So, minutes later I was with one of them in an office downtown.
Everything was that ugly green gray color that government places seem to
love.
Name? Dawn Symonds.
Age? Just turned thirteen. (I knew my ID card said fifteen, why had I
done that? I hoped it would not get me into trouble now.)
They looked at each other and shrugged; I guess I did look older than my
years.
I explained about Mom and how she called every night. This would really
upset her. No, I did not know her phone number where she was right now,
it was a cottage. Wait! I had it in my purse. Okay, here it is. And I
read it to them.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" my questioner asked.
"I don't suppose you have any tea?"
"Hm, somewhere, I'm sure. Frank always brings tea bags. But what do we do
for hot water?"
"Use the saucepan on the hot plate, that's what Frank always does ,"
somebody said. So with the help of the hotplate I soon had my comforting
beverage and was able to tell them everything that had happened.
The breast grabbing and twisting. Kneading and beating on me through my
panties. No, there was no penetration, he never removed my panties. I am
tired and shaken up, cut and probably bruised but that's all.
They looked at the bruises on my arms and the cut on my chest. First they
took some photos and then they gently put some ointment on my cut.
The one guy who had been there at the scene and then had taken me to the
office and led the questioning took me aside. "I know this has been a
long night for you, kid. All other things being equal, we'd just let you
go home and rest. But here's our situation. You mentioned them talking
about cutting bolts? Well we found a panel in your basement wall beside a
window, that had been covered by a metal plate the size of a couple
cement bricks. Apparently it was covering a spot where there had once
been some kind of vent. We think that when your pool guys worked there
last they cut the bolts to that plate and then held it in place with
caulking, so they could get right in and burgle. That side yard has no
doors facing it and only a few windows, so the security surveillance was
weak there. The home was already robbed before you bought it, did you
know that? Probably the same M.O. Distract the owners by messing with the
pool gear while making the place accessible to burglary. Now, we have a
whole string of unsolved burglaries around here, and they all have one
thing in common. The places all have a pool! And the owners all used this
same pool maintenance company. But it is hard to prove what these guys
did and when they did it. Sometimes a lock was picked, sometimes a window
latch was jammed, that kind of thing. That's why this gang is still on
the loose."
He took a deep breath. "But now they have gone too far! Assault with a
deadly weapon, sexual assault, maybe rape. Now, here's the thing. Suppose
we just charge them with assault or something, and the defense attorney
puts their poor old gray haired mommas on the stand saying how they are
just misunderstood boys who have had a hard life et cetera. Maybe the
guys walk free. Maybe they just get a couple years. But if we can get
them, and especially Joe, who is their brains, on aggravated sexual
assault and maybe even rape, well, they can get twenty years. Problem
solved."
"Uh, oh, well, good for you! I hope you can do that then!"
He put his hand on my shoulder. The pressure was gentle, but insistent. I
flinched.
"We believe we can do this, but only if you help us. We need you to
commit to this prosecution, help us out as much as you can. I'll be
honest with you; a victim like you, young, vulnerable, cute, will win the
jury right over. But it will not be easy for you. First we need as much
physical evidence as we can get. Later, the defense attorney will try to
pick you apart. He will try to attack you personally. Often they will try
to show that a rape victim was loose, sexually promiscuous, that she
enticed her attackers."
I actually giggled then, in spite of everything. Me? Promiscuous?
"Officer, all I ever knew about sex was what I studied in last year's
Intro to Biology class."
He grinned at me. "You'll be a great witness, then. But for now, can you
please spare us just a little more time? We'd like Sharon here to take a
closer look at you, and get some more photos, and then you can get some
sleep."
So I agreed, and he led me into a corner room. There was a pleasant but
official looking officer, a woman, and a desk, two chairs, a table, and a
padded bench.
"Hi honey, my name's Sharon, I'm a nurse, an LPN, so they give me this
kind of duty. I need to ask you to take off your clothes."
Uh oh. What would I do, or say, if they found out I was a boy? I'll bet I
would no longer seem like their "ideal witness".
But I took off my tee that I had pulled on back home, and my jeans (they
really belonged to Sis) and shoes and socks.
"Hm, yes, I can see you are bruised, on your left side the bruises are
very evident, especially on the upper ribs. Based on what you told us, I
am surprised there is not more soft tissue damage apparent on your
breast."
I just shrugged and tried to look innocent.
"Other side is the same, less bruising but still some marks. Okay, hold
still a sec while I take some pics."
Which she did, from many angles. The light was good in that room so she
did not need a flash, but I guess it was not good enough to reveal the
seam between my breasts and my body.
"Now the panties, please."
I could not do this! The panties were covering up more than the police
suspected.
"Uh, must you really? I'm really tired you know."
"Just this one more thing and then you can go home. Remember, this will
be the nail in the coffin for those guys that hurt and threatened you."
"Can I please just go to the bathroom first?"
"Oh sure, we have a bathroom right here just for people we are examining.
So many of them asked to use our facilities, we had one put here
especially for them."
There was no sign on the door, it just looked like a utility closet. But
I went right in (after knocking first just in case, my proper upbringing
showing itself), closed the door, and did actually relieve myself. Then I
cleaned up, not just my hands but down there too, I wanted to remove all
scents. Then I vigorously tucked my boy parts up inside me as high as I
could.
This was never going to work, I told myself. I held my thighs tight
together as I waddled back out into the room. I am doomed, I told myself.
But Sharon just bent down and looked at me closely. "These marks are
already livid. They are going to hurt like hell tomorrow, honey. Are they
hurting now?"
Now that I thought about it, they were. A deep aching pressure down
there, like a toothache. "Yes, but I'll be all right. I just want to go
home please."
"Just a little bit more." She moved around from one angle to another,
taking more pictures from both sides.
"You have some great fingerprints there, bruises from his fingers. I will
just calibrate them, and then we can identify these marks to his hands.
The jury will despise him." She took out a tool and measured the lengths
and angles and things, writing down the results.
"Can you open up for me now? Just pull your legs apart."
"Please no, I can't. He ...he didn't go in there, I already told everybody
that. Please?"
This was it. I was doomed.
She bent down and pulled first one leg forward and then the other, gently
but firmly manipulating my flesh. She stared hard at the spot between my
legs. What could she tell? I could definitely feel my boy parts moving
around inside, longing to break free.
More pictures, with one leg pulled forward, then the other. I could not
keep this up much longer.
"All right honey, that's enough. Without actual penetration we can't get
rape, not in this jurisdiction, but aggravated sexual assault will still
get him twenty, especially with a sympathetic witness like you. You got a
ride home?"
Nope, and I wasn't even sure how to get there from here.
"What's your address?"she asked. I told her, and she told me to get
dressed as she opened the door and yelled out "Anybody going off shift
that can take our start witness home?" Jeez, she hadn't even waited until
I got dressed! But nurses can be like that, they see so much flesh it's
all like a "ho hum" thing to them. At least, by some miracle, she had
accepted me for who and what I said I was.
"I'm off now" said a bass voice from down the hall.
"Oh good! Can you please take Dawn home for us?"
"Sure thing." A large man came in, ducking his head to avoid hitting it
on the door frame. He immediately ducked out again. "Sharon! You didn't
tell me she had not dressed yet."
"Oops! Sorry. It's the old medical training I guess, all those loose
hospital gowns." Turning to me she added "I truly do apologize. I'm tired
too; it's almost time for the day shift to come in. But that's no excuse;
my bad."
I told her not to worry and then hopped out into the hall, eager to get
out of there.
"Hi, my name's Frank," said the big guy. He had white hair, but still
looked plenty tough.
"Oh! Are you the one who likes tea instead of coffee?" I blurted out.
He laughed a deep belly laugh at this. "It's like being back in school
around here, you can't keep a secret from anybody! Even my personal
habits and quirks. Yes, that's me."
"Thank you then, I enjoyed some of your tea, and probably used your hot
plate and saucepan too."
"Well, Star Witness Dawn, would you mind coming to my home for a bite
before you go to bed? That's my routine, come off work, eat a dinner's
worth of breakfast, and go to bed. It's what keeps me fit." He patted his
ample stomach with a grin. I liked this guy, he was like a grandfather.
"I would love to, thanks," I replied, and so we got in his big old sedan
and off we went.
"This car is huge!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's an old cruiser, I got a deal on it when they were recycling
through to newer models. It was always well maintained, despite the high
miles. And it has the best danged acceleration. Which I will NOT
demonstrate!" Again another chuckle. I smiled, and lay down on my side as
we zipped through town. Part of me registered the fact that he knew how
to time every traffic light so that he never had to stop.
A sharp right and a sudden stop, "Here we are! My own personal bed and
breakfast, only here it happens in reverse order."
As I got out I noticed a charming Cape Cod house, white, with red
shutters. The shutters had cut-outs in the shape of hearts. There was a
picket fence with a gate, and the front yard was full of flowers in
bloom.
"What fine roses!" I exclaimed.
"Right at their peak," Frank beamed. "My wife's pride and joy. " A
pleasant looking woman came to the door and he gave her a squeeze. "As
she is mine" he added.
She beamed at him and motioned us in.
"I'm sorry to barge in like this on short notice," I apologized.
"Tush dear, I always have plenty, I have to stay ahead of Big Frank and
his appetite after all." And she blushed. I suspected he had more than
one kind of appetite, and smiled to myself.
"Very well then, today's special is Eggs Benedict" she said, and started
preparing another portion as we sat down at the bright yellow kitchen
table. There was a clock on the wall that looked like a black cat; his
eyes went back and forth and his tail twitched with every second. I felt
like I was going back in time or something. She split and toasted more
English muffins, and browned some more Canadian bacon in her skillet.
Oh my, it was so delicious. The smell, the taste, and the cozy old
fashioned home, I felt safe and happy for the first time in hours.
So, of course, I started to cry. So dumb, incredible, I would never cry
like that.
"Frank, has it been a hard night for this girl?"
He nodded. "I really shouldn't tell you, confidential you know."
"And who can you trust more than me with your secrets?"
So he told her a little bit, and she nodded. "But Alice, and you too
Dawn, please keep it to yourselves! We really want to nail them this
time."
"I hope you will not get in trouble with your boss for telling the tale,"
I fretted, but Alice smiled. "The boss is Frank himself, at least on the
night duty. So no fears. He worked his way through college for the
privilege of becoming a lieutenant and sitting behind a desk all night."
Frank fidgeted a little. "I do miss the beat work. But this position will
give us the best retirement package. Besides, I always get to end each
day with an excellent breakfast."
"More, dear?" Alice offered.
"No thanks, just another cup of that tea please, it's excellent."
"I'm glad you think so," she replied. "I use loose leaf tea in a real
teapot, the old fashioned way."
Frank excused himself, saying, "Just a minute, and if you're ready I can
take you to your place, Dawn."
Alice leaned her friendly grandmotherly face over to me and said in a
whisper "I am so sorry you went through such an awful ordeal. If you
don't mind, I could send over my favorite human being other than Frank,
little Emily, to talk with you tomorrow. She might be able to comfort you
a little."
I barely registered what she was saying but thanked her, and then got up
and put my dishes in the sink like a good guest. Frank held the door for
me, and we left.
"So did Alice wear you out with the local gossip, Dawn?"
"Not a bit, she just mentioned her favorite human being next to you. Her
name is Emily."
"Ah, Emily. Yes, she is precious to us. I hope you can meet her sometime.
You two might have more in common than you know."
And then we were at my new house. Imagining being all by myself there
somehow made me feel like I was not at home but in a war zone. But Frank
leaned over and hugged my shoulder. "We have not stopped the
surveillance, and we did bolt the basement covering in place, so fear
not," he said. "I know all this because, as Alice told you, I'm the guy
in charge at this hour."
"Thank you for everything," I said, and I meant it. The ride, the
conversation, the food, the smiles, the hug. I felt much more relaxed
now, and ready for bed.
The big policeman just nodded, so I let myself in, still locking the door
behind me, and pulled off my clothes, all of them.
I just tossed them in a heap on top of my dresser. Tomorrow. I would deal
with them tomorrow.
I could not sleep, so I played the radio. Ten hours ago I was so pleased
to be in my new body. Now I just felt vulnerable.
I heard sparrows calling, and blackbirds. A chickadee joined them. Slowly
a streak of green lightened the eastern sky.
I fell asleep.
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