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Part 1
Please note this is a continuation of my little Hitchhiker, but starts off slow - very slow, the first few chapters are setting the scene.
I arrived at work that Monday to uproar. People were rushing around like headless chickens! I got to my cubical and noticed that Bob's door - my door is always open! - Was firmly closed and the blinds drawn.
I looked to my co-worker, Adam, and mouthed 'What's going on?'
He looked at me, "Head office! That is what! Somebody's put a bee up their ass and now they are swarming all over the place - The Auditors are going through Bob's books looking at everything.
"Shit! Where's that going to leave us?" I asked. However, Adam just shrugged his shoulders. I spent the rest of the morning shifting through some paperwork, and thinking about Tania and Janet. With any luck, they would be on the plane back to America to carry on with their lives.
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In the afternoon Bob finally appeared from his office, along with a couple of police officers and a man in a gray suit. It seems that Bob's dreams of retiring rich may have hit a snag.
Which left us all wondering who was the poor bastard who would be taking over Bob's shoes, But we carried on as per normal, although I did find myself fielding several enquiries from staff - to be honest many of which they could have worked out for themselves, but I didn't want to disappoint them.
By the end of the day I was so tired that I almost missed the announcement that we would have to attend a staff meeting on Tuesday, all I wanted to do was to go home and drop onto my bed.
The phone rang as I entered the house I answered it.
"You don't sound well daddy John!" Tania 's welcomed voice came to my ears.
"I'm sorry Tania, it's just that it's been a hectic day, but never mind that, I thought you were going back to America today." I said glad to hear her voice anyway.
"Oh mummy wanted to do some sightseeing - she took me to the London Dungeon, it was smashing, all the bodies and the chains . . . I enjoyed it so much!" I could almost picture her wanting to try some of the chains herself. "And we ate lunch at the Blood and Guts café - you should have come with us." She added.
I smiled, "I would have liked to Tania, but I don't think my bosses would have let me." I could hear her yawn it must have been a long day for her as well.
"I know daddy John, oops, here's mummy." Then a faint "It's for you . . ." as the phone was handed to Janet.
"Hello? Who's that?" Janet asked cautiously.
"Hello Janet, I take it you didn't ask Tania to phone." I said, dropping Tania into trouble immediately.
"Hello John - no I didn't. However, she did miss you today, so I suppose I should not be too angry with her. You sound tired." It was a quick change of subject . . . but then I suppose it did echo in my voice.
"Oh just some added fun and games at work, we're going through a hectic time at the moment." I said.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Janet asked sounding all concerned.
"No, it's just boring work stuff, you wouldn't be interested. So Tania liked looking around the dungeon then?" I could change the subject with the best of them.
Janet laughed, "Oh yes, she enjoyed the trial and having to travel through traitors gate, I had to stop her from looking too hard at the exhibits, just in case she started to criticize them!" She paused for a moment, as if debating with herself about something but then she finished by saying, "I'm sorry John there's a lot I've got to do, I'll see you again sometime."
"That's fine Janet, I know you've got to pack and arrange to return to America, I hope Tania doesn't wear you out too soon. Bye." I fixed myself something to eat, the remainder of the care package that Sonja had left. I did consider drowning my sorrows in whisky again, but contented myself with watching the idiot box for a couple of hours before stopping for the day.
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I arrived at work, early for a change. If I were going to get the sack then I would at least go fighting.
I noticed a large car in the visitor's space. The windows were dark so I could not see if anyone was in the vehicle.
I entered the building and took the lift to the third floor, finding my desk and sitting behind it. I tried to concentrate on the work, but no sooner had I picked up my pen I was putting it down and walking with the rest of the herd to the meeting room.
"If I can have your attention pleases . . . Thank you!" That was Clive Mortimer the Chief Executive Officer of our branch of the company. "Now as you know, there's been a small problem in the development area." There was a small amount of catcalling at that, as we knew that Bob had a bit of help from higher up and Clive was the chief suspect. "We are expecting a representative from Head Office to arrive today and start interviewing for Bob's replacement, so please give him all the help you can. We'll be starting at 11 O'clock."
We ambled back to our pens feeling like sheep about to shorn of their fleece. I pitied the poor sod that inherited us. At eleven O'clock the phones started to ring, calling the sacrificial lambs to their slaughter.
Adam returned after his calling, he looked slightly shell-shocked, "My god!" He said, "She's a right one, looks so nice but then . . . pure ice-queen, she'd put the white witch to shame." Adam always had a thing about Narnia (you know The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe?).
"Who's that?" I asked him - any information about the enemy is useful.
"That person from head office, it's not a he it's a she, asks a lot of questions and she knows her stuff, but BOY! Her attitude, it stinks!" Adam said, and he was being polite!
Just then, my phone rang, I picked it up - "Mr. err . . . Archer, will you come to the meeting room." The person hung up, rather abruptly I thought but I got up and made my way to the meeting room. I knocked on the door . . . "Come!" 'Great!' I thought 'not even come in, just COME!' but I entered the room.
The person was sitting in a swivel chair; its back was towards me. I approached the table and stood there, I was willing to wait. "So Mr. Archer, why do you think you should be in charge here." The woman said, but I was beginning to recognize the voice.
"I don't know if I do want to be in charge, not if I have to report to some self-important American who thinks she can boss everyone about . . . Janet!" I said smiling as I spoke the last.
"There you are mummy! I told you it wouldn't work." Tania 's voice came from behind me; I turned, only to get hit in the stomach by the flying young girl.
Janet, for it was her, turned the chair round, she was also smiling. "It's good to see you as well John." She said. "You know I think I've found the right person for this position." She added.
I shook my head, "Who? Me No way The person to control this crowd needs 4 hands, one to hold the chair, the other to hold the machine gun and two to have whips in them, I'm not the one to do it." I told her.
She tapped the file she was holding, "This says differently. It seems that yesterday there was a minor problem with some chips, and you directed the team to the problem without even thinking about it."
"Yes, but it was an obvious fault, they just hadn't tested it through correctly that was all, and anyway they did the work, all I did was point them in the direction." I said,
"That's what we need, a coordinator who knows what he's doing. I have been going through our files, your name keeps coming up in our systems, and when you are involved, the systems have a lower failure rate. But for some reason your predecessor failed to promote you as he should have." Janet said.
"Of course he didn't, because it would have lost him money." I said emphasizing the 'him' part.
"Plus there's the other aspect of you, your ability of keeping your mouth shut, it's the thing we need from a manager." Janet said.
"We need. Do you mean the company needs? Or am I missing something?" I asked Janet who looked at Tania who giggled.
"John? You don't really know who I am, do you?" Janet asked and Tania just looked at me without giving clues.
"Not really, I mean I know you are Janet Jones and that you're quite high up in the company . . ." I began but then Tania started to giggle away. “ . . . Very high up?" I queried, and Janet nodded her head.
"Mummy's the owner of the company at home." Tania said.
"Well I'm the majority shareholder of the parent company." Janet said . . . This time I sat down in shock.
"I don't remember seeing your name on the board, and I'm certain that the parent company's address isn't that Funiculaireville place." I said
Janet smiled, "Oh daddy started the company in New York State, it's just when he met my mother while he was in Funiculaireville that he settled down there, I inherited his share of the company when he died, and I'm not mentioned on the board, except as J.A. Williams, my maiden name." I thought about it and yes, J.A. Williams was one of the senior members of the board.
"I see," I said and turned to Tania, "And why didn't you say anything when I was talking about where I worked?" I asked her.
"But daddy John! I don't know all the places that mummy owns, and anyway you were the one who told her, not me!" Tania defended herself from my accusation. However, I picked her up and placed her over my knees anyway.
"Mr. Archer do you think this is the best way to conduct yourself during an interview?" Janet said in an authoritative voice.
"Maybe not, but what a way to get fired!" I said and, flipping Tania 's skirt up to reveal her naked backside, I brought my hand down three times on her flesh. " Tania how dare . . . you come here . . . without your knickers on!" I said to the flushed-faced girl.
"I'm sorry daddy John, but how did you know?" Tania said. As I rubbed my hand over her slit,
"I've learnt about you Tania, you'd go naked to school if you thought you'd get away with it." I stopped fingering the girl and set her onto the ground on unsteady legs. I then turned to Janet, "I suppose I told you everything about Bob, and that explains about the audit check yesterday?"
She gave a sheepish nod, "I'm afraid so John, when I heard on the audio where you worked and what was happening I ordered an immediate check. I also suggested that we try to find a replacement . . . which was you." She reached out a hand to me, "Welcome to upper management John."
I looked up to the ceiling "Why me lord? What did I do wrong?" I said to the air, but I accepted her hand and shook it.
Janet just smiled at me, "Why John didn't you know? No good deed ever goes unpunished!"
Part 2
Over the next, few weeks’ life, for me, was hectic. I was shown how to running the department for real instead of just being a cog in the wheels. I wished that Janet had chosen someone else for the job, but then after a bit everything just seemed to 'click' into place, and started to run smoothly.
Then I received a letter from Social Services, it appears that on checking their databases I was on the list that showed I was a risk to children by accident, after looking in to it they have cleared me and they apologized for any inconvenience that this had caused me (!)
I was tempted to tell them exactly what it had cost me, my daughter, my life and nearly my sanity. However, how can you write that in a letter . . . without it bursting into flames?
I finally settled on a simple reply stating that I had received their letter and had passed it onto my solicitor who would be ensuring that the local police are informed; I later found out that he also applied to the Social Services for damages caused by their defamation of my name. Therefore, I was going to be fairly comfortable off.
I did hear from Tania and Janet during that time, they had returned to America . . . It was strange to hear from them during my evenings knowing they were just finishing breakfast and getting ready for work or school. One piece was memorable.
"I thought about what you said that day at your place." Tania told me one day giggling.
"What was that?" I asked . . . well we had discussed several things while she was with me.
"About going to school without clothes" Tania said still giggling, "Well we're doing historical people today . . . and I'm going as Lady Go diva!" She burst into laughter completely and then Janet came onto the line.
"Hello John, I've checked with the school and they're okay with her doing this, but she doesn't know she's going to have to stay like that all day." I could hear a gasp and then more laughter from Tania as this sunk in.
"I hope you've got a horse for her to ride?" I asked.
"Oh yes a nice little filly, well trained and suitable." Janet said also with a lilt in her voice
"Good at least one of them will be!" I said dryly which caused Janet to laugh aloud; I heard Tania asking what was so funny, after Janet told her, she gave an indignant 'humph' and must have taken hold of the phone.
"Daddy John! That is not nice! I can be good as well!"
"There's no need to get on your high horse about it, by the way how high is your horse?" I asked her my humor coming out
"It's just the right size . . . like you!" Tania said giggling, "Why don't you come over here to find out?"
" Tania!" I heard Janet saying - although she was laughing away as she said it. "Apologize to John and then hand me the phone!"
"Sorry daddy John." Said Tania, but from the lilt in her voice, I did not think she meant it.
"That's alright Miss Knickers." I said (no I didn't take it too seriously either), and I heard her giggle away as she handed the phone back to Janet.
"I don't know who's worse, you or her?" Janet said
"She is,” I said while hearing 'he is!' over the phone from Tania. That night I went to bed with a smile on my face and dreaming of being Peeping Tom.
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After a month more, everything was running smoothly, we had established a routine of synchronization with America of our data as well as instituting off-site saves of our databases, so that if the building burnt down we'd be able to save up to the previous two days.
That was when the bombshell dropped on me. Actually, it dropped on my ex-wife and her husband. I was in their fallout.
The first sign I had was a local new item - 'Police have raided several local houses today, the reasons for this are not yet known, we expect more information soon' I heard that but took no notice of it.
However, the next day I was disturbed at work. "I'm sorry sir, but there's a Mrs. Atchison here who wishes to see you. She doesn't have an appointment" That was my secretary Eileen.
"What company does she represent Eileen?" I asked - I had a desk full of paper and plans, which I was working on,
"Err . . . she says she's from Social Services, and it's important." Came the reply.
I did not swear well not out loud. Therefore, they were disturbing me here now! I suppose they were going to say that they had made a mistake with the letter and I am still a menace to society! I looked at the clock; well at least I will have plenty of time to get my solicitor onto their backs when she was finished. "Alright Eileen, send her in . . . and come in as well, I may need you to take notes." Eileen was quite a fast speedwriter.
Mrs. Atchison entered the room; she was not acting haughtily but seemed almost apologetic. I allowed her to sit down and Eileen sat behind her with pen and notepad in hand.
"Mr. Archer, I'm not sure how to approach this." Mrs. Atchison started; there was an accent in her voice, a slightly familiar accent.
"Well if it to give an apology then I'm afraid that my solicitor is already taking steps against your department, I must admit I didn't expect anyone to appear in order to make me stop . . ." I was saying, but then the look on her face made me stop. "But . . . that's not why you're here, is it?" I finished by saying.
She looked back at Eileen and then shook her head. "I'm afraid I'm new to this area, I understand there is a problem between yourself and our office but I don't know what it is, I think that's why they sent me to ask you this." She said.
I looked at Eileen who was studying me, and a piece of music played itself in my head, "I keep on thinking of her day and night . . ."
"Pardon" Mrs. Atchison said I had not realized that I had spoken aloud.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Atchison, just something that came to me, I don't know why." I said.
She smiled slightly, "It sounded like a piece of ELO." She said.
"It was, anyway Mrs. Atchison what is it you want to tell me." I said without explaining.
"It concerns your daughter, err . . . Wendy." She said and paused.
"She's with her mother who took her to live with her boyfriend; I'm not allowed to see her." I said flatly.
"Yes, well there is a problem at the moment, as her only relative we need to know if you'll accept the responsibility of looking after her." I must admit that my first answer was 'huh?' Mrs. Atchison repeated herself.
"I did hear what you said but I don't understand. Why can't her mother look after her?" I said, not knowing why I was delaying, this was my daughter, the one I had taken from me. I should have been shouting 'YES, YES!' but here I was asking questions.
"Well Wendy's been taken into care after both her mother and step-father were arrested yesterday." Mrs. Atchison explained, "We've tried to find any other relatives on your ex-wife's side, but none of them wanted to accept her."
I shook my head, "No, they didn't like her either, for the first reason she marrying me, and then for leaving me." I explained her family, like her, was strange to the extreme! "But I will take Wendy; I'm surprised that your department bothered to ask me." I said.
"I must admit that the meeting was interesting." Mrs. Atchison admitted, "But the chief said that we had to ask you."
"And you were the one given the short straw." I said making her smile,
"Yes, I must admit that you don't appear to be the person I've read about in the files." She said and then colored up, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." She looked back pointedly at Eileen who was still writing away furiously.
I took the hint. "I think that's all I need Eileen, you wouldn't mind getting some tea for Mrs. Atchison and myself would you?" I asked her.
She looked up and smiled, "Certainly Mr. Archer, milk and sugar?" She asked Mrs. Atchison.
"Milk and two sweeteners please, Miss . . ."
"Call me Eileen, I'll be some minutes." Eileen said.
"Call me Martha please Eileen." Mrs. Atchison, Martha, said.
Eileen smiled and left the room, Martha turned back to me, "I have to tell you Mr. Archer that I'm an exchange operative, my previous office was in a town in America, you may have heard of it . . . it's called . . ."
" Funiculaireville?" I said smiling - yes, I knew that accent was familiar. "How's Janet?"
"You're quick. I'm sorry to say that I don't personally know Mrs. Jones, but we are aware of your . . . interaction with Tania." She was smiling as she said this and so I understood that she was okay with my actions.
"So what's the story about Wendy?" I asked her.
"There are some signs of abuse, it's mainly mental but there is a degree of physical abuse as well." She said watching me closely.
Anger flowed through me, and showed on my face, "How badly has she been abused?" I asked.
Martha shook her head, "I'm not certain, she doesn't want to talk about it, we've have medical people examine her but she's be beaten, there is evidence of anal penetration but she still has her hymen, for the life of me I don't know why." I knew I was shocked at her frankness but my heart went out to Wendy."
"Where is she at the moment?" I asked Martha.
"She's at the hospital still; we didn't have anywhere to place her for the short time. If you wish to see her I can take you there now." She told me, just then, Eileen entered the room carrying two cups, I was half tempted to drop everything and run to the hospital there and then, but I just could not . . . could I?
"Eileen, I've got to go, can you get Adam and Sam in here please." I asked my secretary she nodded and went to the outer office.
Within minutes both Adam and Samantha Hopkins had arrived, Eileen sent them straight in, "I'm sorry to do this to you both but I've got a personal problem that's just arisen, I need you both to cover for me." I said. They both agreed that they would help me without questioning. I showed them the problem I had been working on, the direction I was thinking about going, and they left discussing it.
I then dialed Clive Mortimer, "Hi Clive, I'm going to need some time off I have a family emergency to deal with."
"No way! We have got too much on our plate at the moment to let you just drop everything. You can't go." Clive said.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Clive, I had hoped that what I've done had helped the company, but now I need to . . ." But Clive interrupted me.
"Look Johnny the answer is NO. Got it N. O now how's that problem we've sent you?" he asked. I hung up the phone.
"Let's go." I said to Martha and picked up my jacket. As we left my office I called to Eileen, "If Clive calls you don't know where I am and you don't know who I'm with . . . I doubt if I'll be back." I said as I walked into the lift.
As we descended Martha spoke, "I take it you've got troubles?" She asked.
"Well it appears that I'm not allowed to have personal problems, the company comes first." I told her.
"And you are with me because . . ." She prompted.
"I'm with you because my daughter comes first. She needs me more than the company does, other people can do my job here, but only I can help my daughter." I told her.
She nodded and smiled, "That's what I was lead to believe, and do you expect any trouble when we get to reception?"
I thought for a moment. If Clive was the complete bastard that I thought he might be then I could expect our burly security people would try to stop me. I pressed the second floor button. "It could be that we'll need to use the fire escape instead of the front door, do you have a car handy." I asked her
"Yes, it's in the back parking lot." She said.
I felt like it was a television show as Martha and I broke the plastic restraining clip on the fire doors, hearing the alarm sound as we ran down the metal fire escape and then to the car park, jumping into her car and screeching off with security guards running behind us. We both laughed as we turned onto the main road.
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"This is existing! Nobody told me that Social Services could be so exciting." Martha said as we turned into the Hospital parking area.
I smiled ruefully, "I think I've just resigned from my job." I said.
"Oh I don't think we can allow that, I'll see what I can do." Martha confided to me and escorted me to the pediatric wards.
We arrived at the nurse's desk and Martha introduced me as Wendy's father, the nurse looked up surprised. "I'm sorry who did you say you were?" She asked, when Martha persisted the nurse directed us to a side-room.
We entered the room to find it was empty, and then the Sister in charge of the ward entered. Martha spoke up, "What's wrong, I've identified myself and this gentleman, why haven't we been taken to Wendy?" She asked.
I spoke up, "Is there something wrong with my daughter?" The Sister looked at me as if surprised I could speak.
"Not with your daughter as such, but with her knowledge of you." She stated flatly.
"If it's the rumor that I'm some type of pervert then I have to tell you . . ." I started but the Sister stopped me there and then.
"It's not your personal life I'm on about, well in a way it is. Wendy is under the impression that you're dead!" I looked at her open mouthed.
"I can assure you that I'm perfectly healthy, now why does Wendy think this?" I asked her.
The Sister shook her head, "I don't know, but when we told her that her father was coming to pick her up she started to cry, we tried to tell her it wasn't the man that her mother was living with and all she would say is 'but daddy is dead!'" The Sister replied.
Martha took control. "I suggest you bring Wendy into this room and we'll see how she reacts." The sister looked slightly dubious about that but went away.
A nurse brought a young girl into the room and sat beside her, Martha smiled at Wendy, "Hello again Wendy, do you remember me?" She asked.
Wendy nodded and looked at me as if trying to decide who I was, she walked to me and then looked at my face, she was biting her lower lip as if trying to make up her mind.
"You look like my daddy did." She said softly.
"I am your daddy Wendy." I said, also quietly but she shook her head.
"You can't be! Mummy told me that daddy was dead a long time ago." She said in a decisive tone.
"But your mummy and I broke up several years ago."
"No, mummy told me that you didn't want to see us again, that was why you threw us out and we moved in with HIM!" There was a tone to that last piece.
"It wasn't like that Wendy, but at the moment I'm sure you wouldn't believe that." I said, not forcibly I did not want to upset her.
She shook her head a sat down on a chair, not looking at anyone. I gave a worried glance at Martha who just shook her head slightly.
"But . . . but why would mummy? But mummy said . . . dad . . . daddy?" Wendy said looking at me confused. I nodded my head.
"Yes Wendy, I am your dad, I've been waiting to see you for so long, I've missed you darling." I said - yes there were tears in my eyes.
"Why did you leave us?" Wendy asked me.
"I didn't, your mother told me that she didn't want to stay with me, she left me taking you with her." I said, "Will you come back to me?" I asked her softly.
"Do you want me to? You won't send me away again will you?" Wendy asked me through tear-laden eyes.
I got up from my seat and approached my daughter, I went down onto my knees so that my head was level with hers and I looked into her eyes. "Wendy I promise you that while I live you will not have to leave me, unless you wish to." I said to her, while crossing my heart with a finger - something I had jokingly done when she had been with me.
She watched my hand rather than my face and then she smiled, "DADDY!" she said and threw her arms around my neck. Martha, who had been watching both of us, nodded her head.
"I'm satisfied that Wendy has accepted her father and will release her into his care." She said formally, if you wouldn't mind bringing Wendy's clothes and I'll have a word with the Sister in charge." Martha said taking the nurse out of the room leaving me with my daughter.
Part 3
I sat in the room with my daughter. I was crying . . . she was crying and neither of us could speak, just holding on to each other. Finally, I felt Wendy starting to pull away from me, I could not stop her - not after all she had been through, I opened my arms.
"Why . . . why didn't you try to get me back?" Wendy asked me, "Why did you let me stay there with HIM?"
I shook my head, "I did try Wendy, but you and your mother just vanished, I tried everywhere to find you, but what happened to your hair?" She used to have blonde hair but now she was dark haired.
"Mummy washes my hair with some dark colored shampoo every couple of weeks, she done that since forever . . . I don't want that done to me ever more!" She said then she got a strange look in her face, "And I don't want to take any of that medicine again, they didn't give me any here but I didn't mind."
"What was it?" I asked - while inside I was seething 'that was why I couldn't find Wendy, she could have walked right pass me when she was younger, I was looking for my golden haired child' was running through my head, but I tried to concentrate on her answer.
"It's the medicine I have to take every night, it tastes strange and peppery. I asked the nurses here why I didn't have it but they said that since it's not on my chart I don't have to have it . . . But mummy said I had to take it every night!" Wendy was confusedly saying.
"What was it for? Do you know?" I asked her.
But she shook her head, "Mummy never said, but she always made sure I took it while they both watched . . . it's strange but HE always liked watching me take my medicine, he always laughed when I did." She said.
"Didn't the bottle have a label on it? Or did you ever see the bottle?" I asked feeling slightly edgy about the container that the 'medicine' had been in
"No . . . but it must have been kept in the bathroom, HE would bring out the medicine in its little cup, mummy would hand it to me and make me swallow it," she made a face as she said that, then she added, "I tried to look for the bottle everywhere but I couldn't find it."
Just then, Martha and the nurse entered the room, carrying a suitcase. I turned to them, "Nurse was there any note regarding Wendy's medication?" I asked her and held up my hand to stop Martha from asking any questions.
"No sir, we were puzzled as Wendy's doctor didn't know about any condition she might be suffering from, but then he hadn't seen her for about nine months." At my look she added, "I am Wendy's nurse and had to check on her medical history."
I quickly let Wendy tell Martha about the medicine she had to take and how it came to her, Martha's eyes told me she had a good idea what the medicine was as well.
I could see the nurse getting out some clothes for Wendy and so I started to leave the room so that she could dress without my invading her privacy.
"Daddy please stay hears me!" Wendy cried out to me, rushing over and pulling on my arm.
I gently pulled away from her but stayed where I was, "But I shouldn't be here while you dress," I told her, "And Martha and the nurse will help you." I added
"Please daddy!" Wendy pleaded and so I relented and sat back down on the chair. The nurse handed Wendy a pair of knickers which she put on under her nightdress, then she removed her nightdress to stand in the middle of the room, her arms were by her side, she didn't have a curving body, but there were signs of her developing womanhood. She was watching me.
"Why are you doing that Wendy?" Martha carefully asked my daughter, but she was echoing my thoughts.
"Mummy told me that I had to show . . . stand like this when I was dressing, she said that HE wanted to make sure I was properly clothed." Wendy said her eyes were starting to drip tears as she said that.
"Why that sick . . ." Martha said quietly, but then schooled herself. "Please get dressed Wendy." She said gently as the nurse started handing Wendy her clothes.
Martha sat down beside me then she spoke just loud enough for me to hear, "You know what that 'medicine' was don't you?" She asked me.
I nodded and kept my answer just as quiet, "Yes, what do you think he was playing at?"
"Well he got a kick out of it I supposed, we've tried asking Wendy about other aspects of her home life, but she's not saying anything." Martha told me, she took out a notepad and pen and started to write away.
"How are you going to get her to talk?" I asked Martha.
"Well we can't use the thumbscrews and whips, so I'm afraid we're relying on you to get her to open up. We do not know much about her home life, as I said she is still a virgin but there is some stretching of her anal tract that looks suspicious. Is it possible that you can spend time with her?" Martha asked me
I smiled, "Well after my little escapade at work I think I'll have plenty of time to spend with Wendy." I said.
"Don't worry about that, I've got some pull and I should be able to help you." Martha said smiling, and then, noticing that Wendy was now dressed she added, "Can I drop you off?"
I remembered that my car was still parked in the car-park at work, I wasn't too sure if I'd be allowed to retrieve it, "If you don't mind, but can we drive a bit slower this time, and I'll need to buy Wendy some clothes, I think she needs to be brought out of herself."
Martha looked at the slightly scared girl standing before us and nodded, "I know just the place." She said and stood up. "Now then Wendy was there anything you needed to pick up from your home before your daddy take you to his?" She asked Wendy brightly.
Wendy looked at her and then at me, "I'm not going back to mummy?" She asked hesitatingly.
"I'm afraid not Wendy, your mother has a little problem at the moment and we don't know when she'll be able to have you, that was why you were here in the first place." Martha said.
Wendy did not answer, but her expression spoke volumes. She came up to me and took my hand, "Let's go daddy." She said and pulled me to my feet; well I helped her of course.
I thanked the nurse for her attentiveness and said goodbye to the Sister, then Wendy, Martha and I stepped out of the ward and then the hospital itself.
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We got to Martha's car, she unlocked the doors and opened the back door for Wendy, who held back and kept hold of my arm. Martha looked at me and I nodded. I got into the back of the car and then Wendy followed me, sitting close to my as I did up my seat belt.
I managed, with some trouble, to tighten Wendy's lap belt and then Martha started the engine. "You didn't say if you needed anything from home." Martha asked Wendy again,
"Well I'll need my school stuff, but no, there's nothing there I need." Wendy said sounding sad.
"What? No dollies or anything like that?" I asked her gently.
"No, mummy said that grown girls didn't need dollies." Wendy said looking down and sounding sad.
"Well my little girl deserves lots of dollies!" I said and watched Wendy's face light up and smile at me.
Martha drove first of all to a large house, Wendy seemed to shrink inside herself as we approached it, I held her hand reassuringly, "It's alright Wendy, and they are not there." I told her, she looked up at me and gave a weak smile.
Martha let herself in with a set of keys and Wendy took us to her bedroom, which is all it was, a room with a bed in it, dark colors, no toys were visible, there was a desk with books to one side, Martha opened a wardrobe which was empty! "Where are your clothes Wendy?" She asked, after Wendy had shown me which books she needed for school.
"In that bedroom there!" She said pointing to another room. We entered the room to find it was a bright colorful room, wardrobes line one wall with a dressing table and vanity mirror on the other, and there was a large television with video and DVD players, although where there should be tapes was an empty storage area.
Wendy pointed to a cupboard and we opened it to find children's clothes, neatly set out, with school clothing on one side, skirts and dresses on the other, in between was a fabric shelving arrangement which held her knickers, vests and socks. On the floor were her shoes.
Martha picked up a large suitcase and opened it. "Which dresses do you want to take with you Wendy?" She asked, but Wendy had already gone to the uniforms and had taken them out, she found a couple of pairs of knickers and some socks, these she also put in the suitcase, then she closed it.
"But what about . . .?" Martha started to ask but Wendy cut her off.
"Because He’s touched them, he couldn't keep his hands off them when they were on the hangers or . . . on me!" She said, "I have to have my school clothes . . . or else I'd leave them as well!" she added.
"Don't worry about that Wendy. We'll go shopping for some new clothes." I said and she looked at me and smiled.
Martha drove us into town and we parked near the shops, Wendy seemed a bit low as we entered the first shop, which catered for young and trendy girls, I asked her what was wrong? "I've never chosen my own clothes before . . . I don't know what to do." She said her face going red with shame.
I called over a sales assistant and told her that I wanted my daughter, Wendy beamed as I said that, to be dressed completely as a young girl should be. I then added, she is a young girl not a young woman yet . . . but a couple of young woman type clothes would be nice as well.
"How much did you want to spend?" The assistant, whose name badges announce that she, was Trudy, asked.
I handed her my credit card, "Just see where that takes you." I said and left them to it.
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While Wendy and Trudy were going out of their way to bankrupting me, I sat watching them and talking to Martha.
"You noticed the missing tapes in the bedroom." Martha asked me.
"I saw the gaps, what was there." I said.
"Our friend the magistrate had a nice little collection of tapes, their titles were things like Schoolmaster's delight, and Bringing up Baby . . . not the 1930's film I hasten to add." Martha said her face straight and unmoving.
"Oh! That might explain why he liked to watch a young girl dress and undress I suppose." I said quietly.
Martha gave a small nod of her head, "But it also begs the question, what else might he have planned? Or if he succeeded in whatever his plans were?" She said.
"So how am I supposed to get her to tell me, she might be more scared of what I'm going to do to her if she does tell me?" I said
She nodded, "I know, all you can do is to offer her support, look I've made arrangements for Wendy to see . . . some-one, she has been successful in helping children face up to things. She the best in the area although . . ." She paused.
"Although What?" I prompted her.
"Well I would have liked her to have seen a friend of mine back home, she has . . . assistants that could coax anything out of a young girl," She smiled as if in memory, "or a young girl out of anything."
I smiled at her look, "Nice memories?" I asked her.
She looked at me, "Well their breasts were just the right . . ." Then she realized what I had said and blushed. "Oh . . . err . . . yes, very nice memories." She said.
"I won't tell if you won't." I said to her.
Wendy, in the meantime, was running from display to display picking out tops and jeans. When I went to suggest some skirts and dresses Martha stopped me, "Let her have her way this time, she trying to rebel against the way she was forced to dress, let me have a word with that assistant, Trudy." Martha said and left me to join the two.
Part 4
We left the shop with bags full of clothes including underwear and a couple of training bras which, much to Wendy's embarrassment; Trudy took great delight in showing me.
We dropped the bags into Martha's car, securely hidden in the boot, and then went to a Burger King for something to eat - Wendy's choice as all her friends would talk about burgers and Wendy never seemed to get a chance to try one.
We did buy some dolls for Wendy and a special gift, which she wanted, before getting back to Martha's car where Wendy made me sit beside her again, and she started taking an interest of where we were going.
As Martha's car arrived in my road I looked at my daughter, holding onto the small teddy bear I had given her. She had looked at it and I knew from the look on her face that she wanted it . . . and so I brought it, you would have thought I had handed her a million pounds.
Then Wendy looked out of the window of the car, she was talking under her breath, "A large dog lived there . . . and a cat, a black cat, lived there" I thought back . . . yes there had been a dog and nearby a neighbor did have a black cat, she still had that cat, I smiled, I'd like to introduce Wendy to that neighbor.
When we got nearer to my house Wendy began to get agitated, I tapped on Martha's seat to get her to stop a few doors away, Wendy looked at me puzzled, "We're not there yet daddy!" She exclaimed in an accusing tone.
I smiled at her, "No darling not just yet." I said and then Martha drove slowly forward, she was about to drive past my house when suddenly Wendy spoke again.
"Stop! Stop! You're going too far!" She said . . . and she was right!
"How did you know where we lived?" I asked her.
She looked at me, with a strange look in her eyes, "I don no, it's just that I used to dream of this house." She said softly.
Martha backed up and parked outside my house, I opened the car door and got out, I made performance of taking my daughter out of the car and up to my door - just to show her off to the Wilson's - she'd been cautioned about her actions against me.
I opened the front door, Wendy took a step inside and paused, "There are two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs," She said, "Mine is to the left, first door?" I nodded, she ran up the stairs and entered the room, and I heard a scream and immediately dashed upstairs.
Wendy was sitting on the bed, a doll held tightly in her arms, "This was mine . . . mummy said you'd taken all my toys away and burnt them . . . that was the only time I ever hated you . . . but you . . . you . . . didn't." she said and started to cry.
I sat down beside her, "No Wendy, I couldn't destroy any of your toys, I hoped that you'd return to get them back." Now I had tears in my eyes and I held her.
Which was where Martha found us, she came to ask us for help bring in Wendy's clothes, and she smiled at us. "Well I know that the Social Services are supposed to help its clients, but do you think you could help me." She asked.
Wendy put the doll down and ran to Martha, she took a couple of bags and put them on the bed, opened them and started to pull out the clothes. "Hey, hold on, there's more downstairs." I said and was startled at her actions. She threw herself over the bed and raised her dress at the back. "What's that for?" I asked her
"I made you angry, so you've got to smack me." She said simply.
"No Wendy, darling, I wasn't angry with you, I just wanted to . . ." I stopped and picked her up, hugging her. "Wendy, you are my daughter, I don't expect you to be perfect . . . god knows I'm not, but I'd never hurt you, not in anger." I told her.
She looked at me, my heart melted, "But there isn't any other way." She said simply, and looking in her eyes, I could see that she thought that was the truth.
"That's not true." Martha's voice broke the link between us and brought our attention to her she was standing back in the doorway, "There are plenty of times when love can hurt or when you can be hurt with love, it feels painful but then you know that the person doing it, is doing it out of love for you." There was a wistful look on her face as she said that.
"Mummy never said she loved me, she always shouted at me, 'Don't do that', 'Obey your betters!', 'Always smile when you undress for daddy!'" She said and then covered her mouth in fear.
"Your mother told you that." Martha said quietly
Wendy hung her head, "I was never to say . . . mummy said I'd be taken away and locked up for years and years if I told anyone." She said quietly
I picked her up and held her, "Mummy lied, you wouldn't have been locked up, but mummy would have been. She was being bad when she told you those things." I had to keep it simple for Wendy, but inside I was angry, angry with the woman I had married so long ago now, angry with the things she had made my daughter do, and angry with myself for letting it happen.
Martha did not say anything; she went downstairs leaving us alone.
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When we had pulled ourselves together we went downstairs to retrieve the rest of the clothing and toys, Wendy was acting like a child again as she played with the dollies.
Martha pointed out to me that my answer phone - yes I could afford one now - was flashing away with several messages. I clicked on the play button and listened to them, they were all from one person and the general context of the messages was.
"Listen you ungrateful pile of horse-shit, you don't just hang-up on me! When I give you an order, I expect you to do it! Well you have had your chance. I am getting Human Resources to send you your papers but I will guarantee you that you will not get a job anywhere near here! You've screwed with the wrong man!" Clive voice was rather high pitched when he reached that part.
I sat down, "Well that's that. I will never get another job. What are my chances of getting family allowance?" I asked Martha.
"I've already told you don't worry. You just concentrate on helping your daughter . . . but May I have that tape?" she pointed to the answer phone's tape. I took it out and handed it to her, "Thank you. I think your boss may find he's got some troubles coming." She added smiling.
She checked on Wendy, making sure that she was happy here and settled in before she left, after handing me a card with her number on it, "If you have any questions or problems phone me." She said before leaving.
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It was an hour after Martha had left when I received a phone call. Expecting it to be Clive again I picked it up and almost snarled into the mouthpiece.
"Well I understand your feelings, I'd be like that at well!" It was Janet!
"Sorry Janet, I was expecting someone else." I said
"He's under company orders not to contact you again. We told him that you are on a month's compassionate leave. Now I suggest you get to know your daughter, I understand she's had a lot of problems in her life." I looked at Wendy who was watching me.
"Well she's just overwhelmed at the moment, I'm sure she'll be fine." I said smiling at Wendy, and then I realized something. "Janet, just what time is it there?" I asked her
"Oh, it's quite early. I'd just gone to bed when I got called." She said but her voice did not show any tiredness.
"I'm sorry I caused you all this trouble." I said - I was actually concerned about her.
"It's not just you John. I've checked back and we've lost too many good people from your area, all the indications are that there may be a vacancy in senior management . . ." Janet said.
"Not me Janet, but you might think about Adam in my section, he's really good." I said - I had too much on my plate to worry about doing Clive's job.
"Hmm! Adam Batley . . . why not, Okay thanks John enjoys your vacation." Janet said and hung up.
"What's happening daddy?" Wendy asked me.
"Well darling it seems that I've still got a job and that I'm officially on holiday, so we have plenty of time to spend together." I told Wendy who jumped with delight at this news.
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Wendy would not leave my side as I stayed with her in our living room, I did not try to pry about her past life with her mother, we ate dinner and after that, I noticed that Wendy was yawning.
I looked at the clock, where had the time gone to I smiled at my daughter. "It's time for bed Wendy."
Almost immediately, she started to sob, before I could ask her what was wrong she moved into the center of the room and, keeping her head down, began to strip off. I did not know what to say but as she went to remove her dress, I told her to stop.
"Wendy, why are you undressing here, why haven't you gone to your bedroom to undress and get ready for bed?" I asked her.
"But . . . this is how . . . mummy and . . . and He . . . told me . . . to get ready for bed." She said.
"They made you undress in front of them. For how long?" I asked her.
"Since I was eight years old," Wendy started to sob. I pulled her to me; she tensed up but then relaxed as she felt me stroking her hair.
"You don't like doing that do you." I asked her, she shook her head - not daring to speak her mind. "Then you don't have to do that with me." I told her.
She pulled back at looked at me. "Do you mean that daddy?" She asked me.
"Of course Wendy, I don't want you to do anything that you don't like doing, except school! I expect you to go there regardless." I added smiling at her.
"Thank you daddy . . . but do I really have to go to school. I hate it." She said with a slight smile on her face.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." I told her. Then I turned her towards the stairs. "Now go to your room and get ready for bed." I told her.
"Will you be inspecting me like He did?" she asked me, fear showing in her face again.
"Not at all Wendy, I expect you to get into bed and go to sleep. But tomorrow I'd like to hear exactly how you were supposed to behave when you were with your mother and . . . that man." I told her pushing her to the stairs.
She stopped before the first step, "But mummy said I was never to tell anyone about that!"
I nodded my head, "Because she didn't want to get into trouble. I wouldn't worry about that now Wendy - you're with me now, not them."
She smiled, "Thanks . . . daddy, goodnight."
I kept smiling until I heard her door shut and then my face dropped. Having to undress in front of both of them Inspections by him, what had they been doing to my daughter? These thoughts were going over and over in my head.
I did not know what to do whom could I talk to? I started to pace up and down with worry, and then I remembered someone who might help. I checked my wallet and removed a card. Picking up the phone, I dialed the number on it - it was rather long.
"Mrs. Jones's residence, who may I say is calling please?" The voice was a youth's but the attitude was that of a servant.
"Is Janet there its John Archer calling." I said.
"Thank you Mr. Archer, I'll just enquire." The young boy said and the phone started playing music.
"Good morning John." Janet's voice answered the phone then she paused, "Or rather good evening, it is still evening where you are, isn't it? What is wrong? Didn't we give you enough time off?" She asked with a laughing lilt in her voice.
"Hi Janet . . . I . . . I am worried about . . ." I could not even voice it.
"John. Sit down! Now take a deep breath. Okay now talk to me." She directed me and I found myself following her instructions. I told her what Wendy had told me, the way she had acted while doing so.
"John, I don't know what to suggest, I mean if you needed I'd get you here and have our people talk to her." Janet said concern sounding in her voice.
"I don't think I could afford that." I said
"John you don't need to worry, it can be part of the company's package, all you'd have to do is to give me a call and I'll arrange it." Janet was speaking seriously now, all trace of amusement gone.
"Thank you Janet, but I hope I can get through this without needing help . . ." I said.
"Bullshit John. This is something for which you need all the help you can get. Remember I am always her for you at anytime, anytime at all. Tania asked me to do what I can, and don't forget we owe you, and we always repay our debts." with that she hung up.
"Well . . . thanks Janet. I think." I said to the, now dead, phone.
I took one more look at the T.V., but it had been an eventful day and I was tired, I went upstairs and entered my bedroom but, remembering how Tania had surprised me, I wore a pair of jockey shorts as I climbed into my bed and close my eyes.
Part 5
I was dreaming.
Tania was in front of me, her eyes covered with a dark cloth. Her arms bent behind her and tied close to each other. Her legs crossed at the ankles and pulled out straight in front of her. Her forming breasts tightly bound with twine that made the flesh stand out into cone shaped points, the tips turning a dark color as the blood filled them
I was standing with a horsehair whip, was lightly flicking it over her breasts, and hearing her moan with each stroke. I pushed Tania onto her stomach, watching her dark hair as it passed across her face, and then I started to whip her backside with the horsehair.
I could hear her giggle as the blows landed and then I felt her hands on my cock, rubbing it up and down. I moved my body in reaction to her ministrations before a thought imposed on me - with her hands tied then how could she. The dream shattered. I opened my eyes, I was in my bed but a small hand was moving on me. I tried to stop her but it was too late. I came, spurting over my sheets and onto her hand.
Wendy, for who else could it have been, relaxed her hold on me and then brought her hand to her lips, tasting them. "Oh no . . . no . . . no . . . nonononono! It can't be!" She exclaimed and jumped out of the bed, she ran from my room and into the bathroom.
I was out of my bed in an instant and rushed towards the bathroom where I could hear Wendy being sick. I tried the door it was unlocked. I opened it to see Wendy bent over the toilet and retching away.
"Wendy! It's alright, there's nothing wrong." I said to her, holding her shoulders as she started to cry.
"I . . . I wanted you . . . you to be . . . be happy . . . with . . . with me." She said.
"But Wendy I was always happy with you. Why would you think I wasn't?" I asked her.
She sniffed, "I don no? But when you did that thing and I tasted that stuff . . . It was just the same as my medicine . . . I couldn't help it . . . I just felt so . . . so sick . . . please don't send me away . . . I'll get used to it." She started to beg.
"Wendy I won't make you taste that again! But what made you think about doing what you did?" I asked her.
"Mummy . . . mummy said that men liked their tummy sticks rubbed. She was going to make me rub HIS when I was older . . . I suppose she meant when I started to bleed . . . But I don't know what he meant when he said that?" Wendy said between sobs.
"When he said what?" I asked puzzled.
"Well HE said that he wouldn't have me until I started to bleed." Wendy told me.
I thought for some seconds, "Wendy, when you were at school did you have any of the sex educations lessons?" I asked her.
Wendy blushed and shook her head, "Oh no! Mummy said that it wasn't right for schools to teach that and that she'd teach me all I needed to know when I was old enough." Wendy said bowing her head, "All my friends would laugh and giggle when I asked them what they were talking about . . . they said I wouldn't understand . . . and now I find that mummy's been making me take . . . take his tummy stick stuff . . ." She started crying again. "HE knew and he was laughing at me!" She added.
I pulled her close to me, "He won't be laughing at you again!" I promised her.
"He’s a bad man!" Wendy said
"Yes, yes he is . . . look Wendy it's getting very late," (Actually it was very early in the morning!), "now why don't you return to your bed." I gently said to her.
But Wendy shook her head, "Please daddy, I'm scared. Can't I sleep with you?" She asked me.
I debated with myself, after that dream could I trust myself with Wendy in the same bed, but in the end I relented, "Alright Wendy you can, but no more playing with my penis." I said
She gave a little smile and nodded, and then she asked me, "What's a penis?"
I was slightly rocked but I managed to answer her, "That's the proper name for . . ." I had to gather my thoughts to remember her name for it, “ . . . my tummy stick. It's what men use to make women pregnant." I said before I could stop myself.
"What's pregnant?" Wendy asked.
"It's when a woman is going to have a baby." I said stepping deeper into a quagmire.
"Does that mean I'm going to have a baby" Wendy asked me panic settling into her voice.
I hugged her, "Oh no darling," I quickly told her, "you can't get pregnant by swallowing the man's sperm."
"What's sperm?" Wendy then asked . . . I decided to put it off until tomorrow.
"Look I think I'll better give you some lessons, but later, okay." I said.
She yawned and nodded, I smile at her and took her hand, taking her into my bedroom . . . and so to sleep, although it was sometime before I could fall asleep with all the thoughts that were running through my head.
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Sobbing behind me awaked me; I gently rolled over and looked at Wendy. She was shaking and crying. I gently shook her, she gave a start, and then, looking up at me, she smiled.
"Oh daddy, I thought it was all a dream and that mummy was going to be waking me up!" Wendy said.
"Well she isn't but I think you'd better freshen up and get dressed." I told her. She bit her lip and then got out of the bed, she quickly took off her nightdress and then ran out of the room.
I watched her disappearing naked backside, why she had done that I had no idea. I shook my head and got out of my bed and went to start dressing, while I was putting my trousers on I could hear the toilet flush followed, a few seconds later by the sight of Wendy as she rushed into my bedroom again, she was still naked. She threw herself forward onto my bed. "I'm ready daddy." She said in a cold tone.
I was confused, "Ready? Ready for what?" I asked her.
"For you to check that I've cleaned myself properly." She said simply, I could see tears showing in her eyes. I pulled the blanket from the bed and covered her.
"I'm sorry Wendy, but that's not what daddies do!" I told her gently.
"It's because you don't love me isn't it daddy? You don't want me and so you're going to send me back, please don't send me back daddy, I'll do whatever you want only please don't send me back." She was now crying and holding tight to me.
"Wendy I'm not going to send you back, now don't worry about that." I told her.
"But . . . but I complained to mummy the other day and then I was taken away from them, I'm scared that I'll be taken away from you as well." She said in a sobbing voice.
I turned her over and held her. "No Wendy, that wasn't why they took you away from your mother and that man!" I said trying to calm her down.
She sobbed, "Yes it was! I did not do what they told me and I was taken away. It must have been my fault! I did it!" She said and pulled out from my arms to rush into her bedroom.
I followed her; she had thrown herself onto her bed and was crying away, I held onto her shoulders, aware of the touch of her flesh under my hands. "Wendy. You did nothing wrong I promise you, now get dressed and I'll make us breakfast."
She looked back at me, "You don't want to watch me dress?" She asked me.
I shook my head, "No darling, you need some privacy." I told her and went back to my bedroom to finish dressing.
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I managed to get downstairs and started cooking the breakfast. "Come and get it!" I shouted upstairs . . . but was met with silence, "Wendy?" I called, worried I ran up the stairs to where Wendy was standing in the middle of her room. She had some leather straps in her hands, something I recognized from when Tania had stayed with me.
"Is this why you don't like me?" Wendy asked in a small voice.
"What are you saying Wendy? I love you are my daughter. You're my reason for living." I told her.
"No you didn't! That is why you got these, just like mummy did! You just want to hurt me! That's why you've got these ready for me!" She said throwing the cuffs to me.
I shook my head, "No Wendy, I never got them for you, I'd never treat my daughter like that . . ." I wanted to say more, but she stopped me.
"And that's why you don't like me . . . if you did you'd make sure I was doing things correctly!" She said.
I was puzzled . . . what was Wendy telling me? She wanted to be made to do things. Had she been so . . . so . . . brainwashed? She could not really want me to tie her down. I definitely needed help.
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Wendy did arrive to eat her breakfast, but I was watching her, trying to make up my mind as to what to do . . . a strange, perverse, part of my mind was picturing her tied up on the bed with me whipping her. Another part of me wanted to take her away from the city, somewhere where she would be happier. In addition, one more part wanted my daughter back as I remembered her . . . but that was impossible!
"Okay Wendy, what do you want to do?" I asked her when she had finished eating; she looked at me in surprise.
"You mean even after I shouted at you, you still want me." She asked
"Of course I do! You don't stop being my daughter just because you disagree with me, oh no my darling Wendy you are stuck with me!" I said smiling at her to show I was not angry with her.
"But why did you get those leather things?" She asked me. Then I found myself talking to my daughter about Tania, how she got into my car and then a corner of my heart. I told her, nearly, everything. The part I missed out was the last few hours that Janet and I were with her.
"So these were Tania 's." Wendy said, "What was she like?" I started to describe Tania but Wendy interrupted again, "No! What type of girl was she like? Could I talk to her?"
"I . . . err, well . . ." I checked my watch it would be late there, but perhaps . . . I picked up the phone and dialed.
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"Mrs. Jones's residence may I help you?" It was the same youth's voice.
"It's John Archer here . . ." I was going to say that I was sorry to phone so late but the youth did not let me.
"Yes sir, I'll pass you onto Mrs. Jones now." Then there was the burst of music in my ear.
"Hello John, still having problems?" Janet said.
"Yes and no, Wendy is here with me now, she'd like to talk to Tania, and she's found some of Tania 's things here." I said, completely forgetting my manners about the time.
Janet laughed aloud, "Ah, so she knows about Tania does she?" In addition, I heard a girlish giggle sound as well. "Very well John, here's Tania."
"Hello daddy John, how are you?" Tania said.
"I'm fine you little minx, I supposed you're naked again?" I asked her feeling, more than seeing, Wendy's eyes widen at that.
"Course I am! Who's ever heard of going to bed dressed?" Tania replied.
"People do it all the time." I said softly.
"Not the one's I know . . . you should see our slumber parties." I could swear I heard her grin.
"I'm not sure I should, I might get ideas." I said smiling but then stopped Tania 's answering by saying, "I want you to talk to my daughter." then I handed the phone to Wendy.
"H . . . hello?" Wendy said and I could hear the squeal that came from the earpiece from where I was standing.
Wendy listened to the phone for a minute and then looked at me with a strange expression on her face, "Daddy, Tania asks if you'll leave the room please." I nodded and went to the door, as I closed it I heard Wendy say, "He's gone."
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I sat in the living room, trying to read a book but the occasional 'No!' or 'You're kidding!' would intrude, I never realized how infuriating or aggravating it was to hear just one side of a phone conversation.
Finally, there was the 'ping' of the phone being replaced on the hook and Wendy slowly entered the room, there was a strange look on her face.
"You tied her up. Even with her mother there you did that to her?" She accused me.
"What did I do?" I asked her.
"You . . . you put your tummy . . . penis . . . into her cunny? Why?" Wendy asked.
I tried to think of an excuse, how can I tell my 10 year old daughter that this relatively unknown girl had asked me to! In addition, that her mother gently held her as I did it "Well you see Wendy . . ." I started but she spoke again.
"Was that what mummy was going to let HIM do to me? Even if I didn't want him to?" Then another thought struck her. "What if she's going to have a baby, Will you make her have it?"
I shook my head, "No Wendy, Tania 's too young to have children, and I don't suppose she's even had a period yet." I said keeping a straight face . . . but then the thought struck me, what if Tania was.
"What's school got to do with it?" Wendy asked, "Do you have to be in scho