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Part 1

I was slowly driving in the center of town — the traffic was always dense at this time of the day.
All of a sudden my passenger door was opened, all the news reports of car jacking came into my mind as a bullet in the shape of a young girl entered the car and crouched down, closing the door behind her.
“Don’t stop!” She hissed at me.
“Look I’m the one driving, and I can’t go any faster.” I retorted wondering why I did not demand that she get out of my car? Looking in my mirror I could see a couple of men running through the line of slow moving cars, they were obviously looking for the girl.
I could have opened my window and called out to them . . . I could have. .
But I didn’t, instead I reached behind me and pulled my coat from the back seat and covered the crouching form with it, I also locked the doors – I didn’t want anyone else to come in.
Just before the two men caught up with us the light, or whatever the hold-up was cleared and I started to move with the flow, picking up speed — leaving the two behind.
I watched them in my mirror gesticulating with their hands and blaming each other for the loss of their target. I drove further away from them seeing their forms grow smaller and then they were lost in the distance.
“You can come out now.” I said.
“No! I can’t be seen by anyone.” She said panicking and pulling the coat in around her.
“So where can I drop you?” I asked her.
“Are you going near Rushmore Street?” She asked me.
Now I’ve lived here for some time and I’d never heard of the road, “Where?” I asked her
“You know! Just off 112th Street.” She said as if stating an obvious fact.
“No such place darling.” I said in my friendliest fashion. The coat moved and an eye looked at me.
“You don’t know where 112th Street is. But there’s a Mall they’re everyone knows it!” She said and this time there was a twang in her voice.
“Where are you from?” I asked her.
She mumbled something, so I took a chance and said, “Never heard of it, where about in England is it?”
This time the coat moved. “What do you mean England? It is not in England its in America. Why are you driving on the wrong side of the road?” She added as she looked around. Yes she was not from around here I decided.
“Because that’s the way we drive around here, left is right . . . or its right to drive on the left either way that’s the law.” I said.
“No this is wrong I couldn’t have been out that long could I?” She looked at me as if I had the answers.
“Look love all I know is that you suddenly get into my car and told me to drive, look I’m nearly home, do you want to come with me or should I take you to a police station?” However, at the word police she seemed to shrink into herself.
“No . . . not the police, they’d only send me back to him!” She said in a frightened tone.
“Why would they do that, if you’ve been kidnapped and taken to a foreign country . . .” I started to say.
“But he’s my dad, he and mum separated and she’s the one I should be living with.” She interrupted me.
So she would be taken away by her father and brought to England, but she obviously wanted to say with her mother . . . what could I do? I had been in this situation myself.
In the end I drove home and parked my car in the garage, which luckily for me had an entrance to the house so that I could close the garage door and enter my kitchen without my nosy neighbors seeing me – okay I’m exaggerating that, most of the neighbors keep to themselves, but you never know who’s watching from behind their lace curtains.
I held the back door open and the girl ran from my car to the safety of the kitchen. I drew the blinds so that she would feel safe. I pulled two chairs over and sat down in it, she also sat down, but on my lap!
“Should you be sitting here like this?” I asked her.
“But I like you!” She said simply and started to hug me. Now I was concerned . . . I mean I am . . . over thirty, and single and here was this young girl, I could judge her age as between eleven and twelve.
“I don’t mean that . . . you don’t even know me, I could be a nasty person.” I tried to scowl at her but only made her laugh instead.
“Oh you’re not a bad man, I can tell . . .. I’m Tania by the way.” She said and held out her right hand to me. How was it we were only introducing ourselves at this late stage.
“How do you do Tania, I’m John.” I said as I shook her hand, “Now Tania what are we going to do?” I asked her.
She bit her lip and looked up at me, “Do you mind if I use your telephone?” She said, “I’ve got a number I can call.”
I smiled at her and lifted her off from my lap and placed her on the floor, she took my hand as I led her over to my, only, phone. She picked up the handset and looked at it in wonder, “You’re still using one like this?” She asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Hey it works. You should never mess with perfection.” I said smiling at her.
“Shish haven’t you heard of cordless.” She then started to dial a number. Her brow wrinkling as she listened to the bleeping tone. “What does that mean?” She asked me passing the handset over.
“The number is not available.” I told her, where were you dialing.” I asked her
“Home!” was the simple reply.
“So you need to dial the international code and then the number.” I said smiling. Then I spent some time looking for the telephone directory . . . I did not know the code either!
Finally, I managed to get the number (+1) would you believe! I started the number off and left Tania to carry on with her dialing, her smile told me that she had been connected.
“Hello, 60! Tania Williams . . . yes I’m fine . . . can you let mummy know . . . His name’s John . . . no I don’t . . . he’s with me now . . . okay!” She handed the phone to me, “Can you talk to them.”
“Hello, can I help you?” It was a stupid thing to say but I did not know how else to begin.
“Mr. John Archer?” The female voice asked me, I agreed that was who I was, “Is Tania in any serious danger?” She asked.
“I don’t understand . . . how do you mean serious danger. I don’t think her father knows where she is at the moment.” I was really puzzled by this.
“I mean are you going to be a danger to Tania?” the woman persisted.
“How dare you ask such a question!”? I said outraged, “Just who do you think you’re talking to?”
“From the records I have here, you are John Archer, 38, you’ve been questioned by your police for loitering near schools and talking to some of the children there, released without charge.” They did have the right person but not the reason why I had been arrested.
“Nothing about how my former wife had taken my daughter from me — moved to some god forsaken part of the country and then married some pervert who was also a magistrate and managed to list me as a molester?” I said aggrieved.
“The social service report did report some abuse but nothing was followed up about it!” The woman said.
“Because the son-of-a-bitch told me that if I gave up my daughter then he’d stop the actions! I had no choice!” The memories of the time came back to me, my lost daughter – Wendy – thanks to that bitch.
“Very well Mr. Archer, Tania has reported to us and we are starting retrieval actions for her, but it will take a day before we can get a team to you. I’ll ask you again, will Tania be safe with you.”
I looked at the young girl standing in front of me … her face was watching mine, could I hurt this child? Hell, I could not even think about it. The woman in the earpiece was waiting for my answer. “Hold on a moment.” I said to her.
“Tania, it’s up to you . . . do you want to stay here until these people come for you? Or do you want to go elsewhere?” I asked her.
She did not hesitate, “I want to stay here!” She said with conviction, “You’re not meaning like daddy is. I like you!”
“She’ll be safe with me!” I told the woman
“Very well, let me talk to Tania again please.” She asked me
I handed the phone back to my young charge and went back to my kitchen. I opened a drawer and removed a picture, the smiling face of my daughter – Wendy, aged 4, wearing a yellow dress and being held by ‘the bitch from hell’ as I’ve come to think of her, even in the picture her eyes were cold and unforgiving. All because I had a fling with a girl in a pub . . . Wendy would be . . . yes she would be the about eleven, the same age as Tania. I looked at the picture again, there seemed to be something wrong with it, it was blurred . . . I realized that it was my eyes that were blurring not the photograph.
I went to pick up the bottle that I had in the cupboard . . . it was one way to numb the pain. I have even started to pour out a glass when I heard the phone ‘ping’ as it was hung up. I looked at the glass and then tipped it into the sink. I had a guest to look after; I could not be drunk with her in the house.
Tania entered the kitchen and sniffed the air she looked in the sink at the liquid that had not yet gone down the drain. She sat on my lap again and then pulled my head down.
She sniffed at my breath, smiling at the lack of alcohol there and then kissed me . . . it wasn’t the kiss of a child but of a woman(?) She then looked at me directly in the eyes.
“I’m glad you said yes. You’re a good man, I know that!” She said and then she noticed the picture in my hand, “Is that your daughter? She looks very lovely.” She looked back at me. “While I’m here will you be my daddy?”
I am sorry to say that I broke down and started to cry.

Part 2

“Don’t cry Daddy John.” I realized that Tania was back in my lap and had her arms around my neck and was hugging me. I wiped the tears from my face and tried to smile at her.
“I’m sorry Tania, it’s just that I miss my daughter so much.” I managed to say after I had pulled myself together.
She rested her head down on my chest, “I know daddy John, I miss mummy so much.” She said.
We sat in silence for a few minutes when I heard a noise from her stomach, she giggled. “Sorry!” she said.
“When did you last eat anything?” I asked her, but she just shook her head. “Okay then I’ll start cooking something and I think you’d better wash yourself.
I gave her directions to my bathroom, (upstairs, third door on the left), and looked in the fridge for food. Found some rashers of bacon, sausages and eggs. Therefore, I started to fry the mess in my only frying pan.
A scream from upstairs made me drop the pan and start running up to where Tania was running from the bathroom, she was completely soaked in water.
“What happened?” I asked her.
I turned on the faucet and it sprayed me with cold water!” She said sobbing.
I held onto her, I did not really understand what she meant so I gently took her back to the bathroom and asked her to show me; she pointed to the cold tap and went to turn it on. I stopped her.
“Okay I see now, look you’d better take those clothes off and I’ll get them dry.” She nodded and started to unzip her skirt, dropping it to the floor before I could stop her. “Err, Tania, don’t you think I’d better leave while you’re doing that?” I asked her.
“But you’re my daddy at the moment, so there’s nothing wrong!” She said and started to undo her blouse, shrugging it off revealing a vest beneath it, also wet. I could not understand how she could have got so damp . . . then I saw the shower was dripping away. Then I notice the wet shoe prints leading from the shower to the door.
I did not say anything at that time, she wanted something from me . . . I did not know what, but it was important for her, or so it seemed. Therefore, I kept quiet.
At this time, she was down to her panties and socks, the shoes already being removed and put to one side.
She watched me as she put her thumbs on ether side of her panties and bent down to remove them. Awkwardly lifting one leg up before doing the same with the other to remove the damp garment from her. Then she sat down on the toilet to remove her socks.
I will not say the view was entrancing, I did not even look – honest – I just picked up the discarded clothing and took the pair of socks from her. I then handed her a towel to wrap around her body and then carried the clothing downstairs to the kitchen where my washing machine and tumble dryer were.
I followed the wash codes and put the skirt, blouse and panties into the washing machine – selected quick wash and started it off; I did not wash the socks as I thought they would stain the other clothes. I have learnt one thing about washing clothes!
I returned my attention to the food, the eggs were starting to overcook and the sausages had split from their skins, but it was not too disastrous.
I managed to pull the eggs out and placed them under the hotplate to keep warm while I cooked another two, they would be for Tania I promised myself. The rashers I was cooking under the grill and they were sizzling away merrily.
The kitchen door opened to reveal Tania, with the towel tied around her waist, a smile on her face, as she smelt the food cooking. She looked around for something, “What are you after Tania?” I asked her.
“Where do you keep the plates and cutlery?” she asked me.
I pointed out the cupboard and drawer and she went to them and picked out two plates and two sets of knives and forks. Taking them to the table and placing them there. I finished cooking her eggs and checked the rashers were ready to eat, and then taking the plates from the table, I dished up the meal, placing the food back onto the table.
“Can I have some milk please?” Tania asked.
I took out the plastic 2-pint container and grabbed a glass, poured the contents of one into the other; I was going to need some more milk soon – along with more food!
Tania quickly cleared her plate and was reaching for the glass when she tipped it over, spilling the milk over the table.
“Oh no!” She exclaimed and started to pull her towel off to start mopping up the milk. I quickly got some kitchen paper and was using that to surround and herd the liquid as it absorbed the milk. I looked at Tania closely.
“I think you’re being clumsy on purpose young lady!” I said questioningly.
She looked up at me a faint smile on her face, “Why do you say that daddy John?” She asked me.
I looked at her standing there naked in front of me, this time I took the whole of her body in my glance, her face with a mass of small freckles surrounded by light brown hair, a slender neck leading to her chest with the small breast-buds pointing towards me. I gazed down to her hips noting the hairless slit between her legs.
“Let’s see . . . you use the shower to soak yourself, so that you’d have to get naked. Now you have tipped over the milk, just so you can use the towel to wipe up the mess, which means you are naked again. So, young lady, just what are you trying to do to me?” I said.
“Daddy John! That’s a horrid thing to say!” Tania said . . . but she did not say I was wrong!
“Yes it is, isn’t it? But that is what happened wasn’t it?” I persisted
She hung her head and nodded . . . then she raised her head slightly so that she could watch me slyly. “So what should I do with you?” I asked her.
“Well . . . mummy would spank me if I was too naughty . . . that was after she’d tied me up of course.” She said quietly.
“Your mother would tie you up? But why?” I was surprised at her words.
“Oh I liked it, it was a game we’d play, mummy would tie me up and if I could get free then she wouldn’t spank me, if I couldn’t then she’d tell me I wasn’t trying and I’d get more spanks.” She was looking at me now and her eyes were sparkling.
I had an idea, “You liked being spanked didn’t you?” I asked her – she nodded, “And sometimes you would stay tied up just to be spanked, and other things?” I asked her.
She smiled dreamily, “Yes, mummy would spank me and then rub me, I liked being rubbed.” She said.
I reached out to her and pulled to me. “Why do you want me to spank you?” I asked her.
“Because I was naughty, and I like you! Mummy said that I should trust my feelings and myself. You are not like daddy, he did not understand what I liked, but you do. And you miss your daughter so much! If she was naughty what would you do to her?” Tania was watching my face as she said this last.
Yes, what would I have done if Wendy had been naughty? I smiled slightly as I pulled Tania over my lap and gave her three smacks with my hand, not hard ones, but enough to let her know she had been hit.
Then, I could not help it, I rubbed her smooth skin, feeling the softness of her body, and she squirmed beneath my hand and said, “No, not there!” I suddenly stopped scared that I was frightening her but then she said, “turn me over and then rub me!”
“Do you know what you’re asking me to do?” I said, slightly scared – whether at the fact that she did or that I wanted to, I do not know.
“Please daddy John, I want to feel you!” She said, while trying to turn her body. I relented and allowed her to adjust herself so that I was now resting my hand on her tummy. “Please daddy John.” She said sweetly, I moved my hand up and touched her breasts; rubbing them and feeling them start to harden under my touch.
Realization struck me and I pulled my hand away as if it had been burnt. “I’m sorry Tania, I shouldn’t have done that.” I put her on her feet in front of me. “It’s wrong of me to do that.”
“But daddy John! I wanted you to touch me. It wasn’t wrong.” She protested.
I held her lightly; “It’s illegal, and its child abuse, even when you ask me to do it.” I told her.
She cocked her head, “Well that’s daft! It’s not like that at home, at least there we know we’re loved and safe!”
“Even when you’re being punished?” I must admit this was interesting me.
“Of course! How else can we know that we’re loved!” She said in a matter of fact tone.
“Do you enjoy being tied up?” I asked her
“Oh yes, mummy would tie me up and then rub me until I felt really good” She folded her arms behind her and looked at me coyly again, “Would you do that for me daddy John?” She asked me.
I was in a quandary, part of me wanted to do it, but then another – more rational part – was saying ‘don’t do it!’ However, I was looking into Tania’s eyes and could see the pleading that was in them.
“Stay here!” I said firmly and went into the garage . . . I knew I had some . . . somewhere . . . found it! A long coil of washing line, not the plastic zed stuff, so it was really about 200 ft of rope.
I returned to Tania and showed her the rope, she checked it over and pronounced it as okay to use. She then instructed me in cutting the rope into lengths – which left a very long piece left over. The noise of the washing spinning made me wait so that I could move her damp clothes into the tumble dryer to dry off.
“Where would you like to be tied?” I asked her.
“How about your bedroom?” Tania said smiling at me, happy that she had won.
I took her hand and we walked upstairs. I opened my bedroom door. “Shish! It’s a trash heap in here!” She said wrinkling up her nose.
“Well . . . I live alone, so there’s no need for me to waste time cleaning up after myself. I take it that madam doesn’t agree with her choice,” Tania shook her head, “Well there’s always room number two!” I said in my best game show host voice.
Now I had not been in this room for years. To be honest I did not want to enter it now, but somehow with Tania I had the courage to enter Wendy’s room.
It was dusty, and there were cobwebs, not as bad as I’d expected, the bedclothes, however, were another matter, six years of . . . well no use I suppose, meant that as I moved the bedspread it ripped in my hands.
“Whose room is this?” Tania asked, taking in the dolls sitting on the dressing table and the overall pinkness of the room.
“Wendy’s, I’ve never been in here since she was taken from me by her mother.” I said sadly.
“You loved her didn’t you? Did she want to leave you?” Tania asked me . . . I could still see the tearful face of Wendy as my wife dragged her away to the car, hear her voice as she screamed to stay with her daddy, and the voice of that bitch of a woman saying ‘come on you brat, let’s leave the worthless thing behind!’
I was brought back to the present by the touch of Tania’s hand on mine, “Don’t be sad daddy John!” She said to me as if sensing my mood.
I smiled at her sadly, “It’s alright Wendy, Tania” I quickly corrected myself, “It was just a memory” She hugged my waist, but did not say anything more.
We spent a few minutes removing the cobwebs and the ruined sheet from the bed. “Leave the mattress, it’ll be better like that!” She said as she placed herself face down on the mattress with her hand folded behind her.
I took some of the rope and lashed her wrists together, somehow she managed to bring her elbows close to each other and said, “Them too!”
“I should have gagged you first!” I said as I quickly followed her lead, hearing her squeal in pain I stopped and looked at her face.
She smiled, “Gotcha!” She said and kicked her feet.
“Why you . . .” I said in my best Homer Simpson impression as I crossed her ankles and then tied them up. I then reached her knees, which I tickled unmercifully just to hear her laugh, and then I tied her legs closed.
Taking a longer piece of rope I which I tied to the piece holding her ankles and then wrapped it around the one attached to her wrists, making a hogtie of it.
Finally, I took the longest piece of rope and wrapped it around her chest, brought an end down between her legs and then behind her back and tied it tight, so that any movement she made would pull the rope tight along her body. I did remember a television programme about erotic knot tying, making a brassier from rope, but to be honest there was not that much to surround on Tania.
I had just finished tying it off when there was a ring on the front door bell; I looked out of the window to the ground below. I could see the top of a white car with large black numbers on it along with a blue light.
I turned to Tania. “It’s the police!” I said.

Part 3
I started to panic, what could I do? Here I was in my daughter’s bedroom with a naked, bound 10-year-old girl on the bed!
What could I do? I glanced around in fear.
“Lift me up!” Said Tania, I looked at her in shock; she nodded her head at the door where there was a hook. I could see what she was aiming at, and quickly wrapped more of the rope around her body and then lifted her up to the door so that she hung from the hook. I then covered her with the remnants of the bedspread, checked that she was okay and left the room to go downstairs.
A thought struck me and I quickly went to the bathroom and flushed the toilet, then I went downstairs and opened the front door.
“You John Archer?” The officer asked me severely, I agreed that I was, “You took your time answering the door!” He stated.
“It’s not my fault you rang while I was sitting on the loo, was it?” I countered, “Anyway I’m here now, so what can I do for you?”
“Can we come in, I’m sure you don’t want us standing out here in front of your neighbors do you?” The second officer asked — he had obviously had the good cop role.
“Well . . . I suppose so, but what’s this all about?” I said as I stood away from the door to allow them in,
“Where were you at 17:45 today?” The nice one asked.
“Driving home of course, do you have any idea what the traffic is like at that time?” I said with a straight face.
“Did you happen to notice a young girl running through the traffic at that time?” He asked me.
“No, to tell you the truth I was more concerned about not hitting the car in front to worry about other things!” – this was true and when I noticed that Tania was there it was too late, she was already in my car and not running outside.
“Listen we had a report of a girl getting into a car, we searched out files for creeps who’d take advantage of kids and your name came up!” The first officer said.
I went to a cupboard and took out a tape recorder, put a new tape into in and started it recording. “Would you care to repeat your last statement officer . . . your number is 355 isn’t it.”
“Can I ask you why you’ve brought out that recorder sir?” The second officer asked me.
“Well if I’m going to face verbal abuse from a police officer I’d prefer it on tape so that my solicitor can take the correct legal action. I do understand that my name is erroneously on your database thanks to my divorced wife’s husband’s accusations and as such should any child go missing I’m one of the first people you will check on. However I am taking legal steps to clear this up, but I will be dammed if I am going to allow cheap cracks at my expense. Now what questions do you have to ask me officers.”
“I’m sure my colleague didn’t mean anything by his remark sir, it’s just that a girl has been reported missing and following normal routine we have to check that you haven’t seen her, I’m sure you understand sir.” The second cop was doing his best to sound nice for the tape.
“No officer I haven’t, but I’m sure you don’t want to take my word for that.” I said sounding tired.
“Well if we could just have a look around?” He asked me smiling as if he was a good old buddy of mine – he wasn’t!
“I’m not sure, I’m certain that my solicitor would insist on receipt of a search warrant first,” I said before being cut off by the first officer again,
“Why? You haven’t anything to hide have you . . . Sir?” he asked
“Of course not, we’ll got together shall we officers, I wouldn’t want to be able to say that evidence was planted against me.” I said with a bland face, “Where do you want to search first the garage, or the kitchen?”
“Do you mind if we check upstairs first sir?” The second officer asked me.
“If you have to officers, this way.” I took them up the stairs and then to my bedroom. “If she’s in here I’m not sure where she’ll be.” I said as they took in the mess of my room.
The officers took turns looking in the door way at the room, the second one shook his head, “I thought my daughter’s room was bad enough, at least you can see the floor there!”
“Don’t you want to search it then?” I asked them but they shook their heads.
I took my heart into my hands as I opened the door to my daughter’s room, the officers looked inside at the dressing table with its dolls and the denuded bed and mattress.
“That was my daughter’s bedroom until my wife decided I wasn’t earning enough money and went to live with some magistrate, he decided that I couldn’t see my daughter and so made up a cock-and-bull story that I was molesting her. That is why my solicitor is fighting the case.
The officers decided that I was not hiding anyone in the room and then checked the bathroom and the airing cupboard.
Then the first one decided to check the attic. “Fine, I’ll just get the ladder from the garage, I’ll have to bring it through the front door as it won’t fit around the corners from the kitchen to here.” I said and started to walk downstairs.
“Err, that’s okay sir, there’s too much paint around the door anyway, if it had been opened recently there would be a mark there.” The second one said, we all walked downstairs to the living room.
“Are you sure you don’t want to check out the kitchen, I’ve still got my breakfast and supper plates in there yet to be washed.” I said to them the first one shuddered.
“No thanks, if it’s anything like your bedroom . . .” and then silenced him self as he realized the tape was still recording.
“No, that’s fine sir, I’m sorry we disturbed you, but we have to go through these procedures, I’m sure you understand.” The second one said.
“I hope you find her, I know what it’s like to have your child taken away, and who did she run away from.” I asked as a concerned member of the public.
“Her dad, he reported her missing from his hotel room.” The second officer said.
“Hotel room, why weren’t they at home, I mean this isn’t the place to have a holiday? Maybe she is missing her mother, although if it was anything like my old missus I wouldn’t stay with her. Then she has legal custody. I take it her father still lives with her mother?” I asked them sounding morose
“I don’t know sir, but it’s something I’m sure they’re looking into.” They left the house and entered their car; the second officer looked thoughtfully at me and then spoke into his radio, the car pulled away.
I watched them as they drove away, then I causally re-entered my house and made a show of sitting down in my living room, after turning off the tape recorder, switching on the television and sitting down to watch it. I do not know what was on, some inane soap opera I think, but I sat there for at least half an hour. Then I went into the kitchen and put the plates into the sink, checked the tumble dryer to make sure the clothes were dry and took them out, I would have ironed them . . . but I’d probably burn holes in them if I tried. Hey, I wear easy care clothes, means I do not have to try to iron them!
I was glad that the two officers didn’t look in the kitchen, they would have asked some awkward questions, like why did I have girl’s clothes in my tumble dryer and why were the two plates still warm if one was from breakfast, but normally if you try to drag people’s attention to something it’s normally the last place they’d look, as the magicians say, ‘miss-direction is the key.’
I returned upstairs to release Tania from her position, she was smiling dreamily away as she hung from the door hook, I could see her squirming in her bonds. When I touched her, she opened up her eyes in shock and then relaxed.
“Oh it’s you daddy John, I was scared that the copper’s had taken you away.” She said as I lifted her off the hook.
“What would you have done if they had?” I asked her.
“Oh just hung around until my folks came for me, it would only be a few more hours!” She said.
“But they said that they couldn’t get her for a couple of days!” I exclaimed in surprise, “How are they going to get here so soon?”
“I asked them to stay away and find daddy, he’s not going to leave the town until he’s found me, and so they’ve got days to search for him. They already know where I am!” She said sweetly.
I almost dropped her, “So you could have been rescued and away from her by now, why did you take the chance to stay with me?” I asked her, starting to untie the ropes.
“I wasn’t taking any risk at all, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, but they will be phoning soon to make sure I’m okay, so there’s no problem.” She said
I was looking at the way the rope had been pulled into her slit; the area of skin around it was red and raw. “I’m sorry Tania, I didn’t mean to leave you up there so long.” I told her as I gently eased the rope out of her.
“Oh that was nothing, one night mummy kept me tied up until it was morning, she had to massage my legs to get them working, but the butterfly she’d attached to my clit had kept me awake more that the ropes did.” She smiled and giggled in her memory.
This really struck me as strange, I knew that some children had weird ideas about fun, but this masochistic view was not what I’d considered normal, I think Tania realized this.
“She wasn’t being mean to me, honest daddy John, it’s just the way we’ve been brought up, daddy didn’t understand some of it and he was away from home so much anyway. Therefore, it was just mummy and me. One day, when I was in bed, daddy came home and he started to argue with mummy. I could hear words like ‘not right’ and ‘abominable’ and ‘nasty’ he called mummy a ‘whore’ and ‘Jezebel’ he told her he found someone else who would be better for him and for me. Mum phoned the police and had him thrown out of the house and that was the last we heard from him.”
“But he came back for you?” I said to her softly.
“It wasn’t him, it was a man I didn’t know before, he drove up to me when I was walking to school, he asked me if I was Tania. I did not answer him as mummy said I was not to talk to strangers. Then he stopped his car and pulled me into it. I tried to defend myself like they taught me at school, but I could only get a few kicks in before he used a needle on me . . . I don’t remember much after that, I know I was on a plane, but before I could say anything that man would prick me again.” She paused for a moment before she carried on.
“When I woke up I was in a room, I think it was a hotel room, daddy was there with that man. They were talking about deprogramming me or something like that. I got out of the bed and quickly ran for the door before they could stop me. I was so frightened when I got onto the sidewalk, the cars and people I just ran, until I saw your car, I opened the door and quickly got in. I was so scared!” She finished.
“YOU WERE SCARED, how do you think I felt? I’m stuck in slow moving traffic when all of a sudden my door is opened . . . I was expecting some burly, thick necked guy with a knife or gun, trying to rob me or even kill me! You very nearly gave me a heart attack, young lady.” I said but found she was just smiling at me, “What’s so funny.” I asked her.
“Nothing, I’m just enjoying what you’re doing to me.” She looked down to where my hand was gently rubbing her skin at the join of her thighs. She moved her body to allow me more access to her.
I pulled my hand away from her as if she had burnt me. “No please, don’t stop.” She said, although I heard it as ‘No. Please. Do not. Stop!’
“I’m sorry Tania. It’s wrong of me to do that.” However, a part of me was screaming in my ear to continue!
* * *
I removed all the pieces of rope from the girl and looked at the marks that had been produced by the tightness of the bonds. I was surprised that she was not aching more than she admitted to.
I went into the bathroom and started to run a bath for her, I did not have any of the kid’s type of bubble bath, but I had some Radox, which I poured into the flow of the hot tap.
I returned to the bedroom, to find that Tania was no longer in it. Where could she have gone? A noise from my bedroom told me the answer; I found her picking up items of clothing and placing them in piles on the floor.
“You know daddy John, you really need someone to look after you!” She said.
“They wouldn’t put up with me. I’m a boring old sod.” I said.
She paused and smiled at me, “You’re not old . . . but I don’t know about the sod part.” She added.
“Right young lady, for that . . .” I chased after her, falling over a couple of piles of clothing as I did so, before catching her and throwing her over my shoulder, she was giggling as I walked into the bathroom and then, almost, throwing her into the warm bath.
I turned to leave the room but she called out to me. “Daddy John, can you wash me? Pleeaaassee.” She said.
I turned around and found myself looking into those eyes again, I don’t know what it was about them, but I found myself walking back to the bath and picking up the soap, she held her hair away from her back as I rubbed the soap into her skin, bringing up a lather that covered her, I then rinsed the suds off with a flannel, she then turned around so that her front was within easy reach, my hand was shaking as I performed the same duty, making her giggle as I ran circles around her stomach, and gasp slightly when I touched her forming breasts, she leant back with her eyes closed and smiled at my touch, the flannel touching her skin made her frown slightly. “With your hand please.” She whispered to me.
I found some shampoo and, after wetting her hair with the shower spray (warm this time and close to her head), I liberally covered her head with the shampoo, massaging it into her scalp and along the length of her hair. She kept her eyes tightly closed during this time and allowed me to pass a soapy flannel over her face to ensure it was clean.
I used the shower spray to rinse out her hair, making sure all the shampoo was washed out. Then she stood up, I almost lifted her out of the bath but she protested. “You’ve got to do my legs as well you know!” Therefore, I got out the soap again and started on her legs, from mid thigh to the level of the water.
“No, no, daddy John, all of my legs and above!” She told me. I sighed, and began the arduous task of soaping up the flannel and was about to apply to her body again when she said, “With your hand please, daddy John.”
So I transferred the soap to my hands and built up a lather with them before I touched her skin, one hand in front of her and the other behind her, she sighed again as I passed over her small slit and clit. She moved her hips to ensure full contact; I smacked her sharply on her ass with my hand – spraying lather all over me as I did so.
“You’re being very naughty making me do this to you!” I told her in a low voice, the fact was I was the one being naughty in taking advantage of this young girl.
I felt her hand on my shoulder, as if seeking support. “That’s nice daddy John, I always wanted my daddy to do that to me, but he wouldn’t.” Now she was the one sounded sad.
I pulled her close to me, resting my head on her stomach. “Don’t cry Tania. Remember he did not really understand how you felt. He was conditioned just as I am.”
“But you’re not like him. He would not wash me like this! He would not even come into my bedroom! Why didn’t he love me?” She asked me as I rinsed off her body and legs, lifting her up out of the bath and surrounding her with a towel. I gently rubbed her dry as I thought of an answer.
“It’s difficult to say Tania, in his way he did love you, to him he was rescuing you from what he sees as an awful life . . .” Tania tried to protest but I carried on speaking, “He was seeing you as he wanted to. You are his daughter being made into someone else!”
“But that’s stupid! I’m me, I’ve always been me!” She protested as I was rubbing her dry.
“Well yes and no! As you grow you gradually change, you gain more knowledge and mannerisms, he could not face up to this, and he most probably wants to keep you as if you were six again, but you cannot do that! You have to change. You will always change until you are comfortable with how you are.”
I finished drying herself off while I took clean sheets and a bedspread into Wendy’s room. However, I still had a problem, what could she wear for the night? I did not think that a blouse and skirt would be the right attire.
I looked into my bedroom, it was a bit tidier than I had known it, I found a large tee shirt in a drawer, I returned to the bathroom where Tania was still drying her hair.
“Here you are, they’re one of my favorites,” I said holding up the garment, she inspected it closely
“Who’s ELO?” She asked.
“Oh fame, you are so fickle!” I said as I gather Tania’s hair into a bun so that her head would go through the open neck of the tee shirt.
From below, I heard the phone start to ring.

Part 4
“That will be for me.” Tania said.
“It might be, but it could be the police trying to catch me out!” I said as I carried her down stairs.
I picked up the handset in the Kitchen. “Can I speak to Tania please?” It was a woman’s voice, one that I had never heard before.
“I’m sorry, Tania who? I’m afraid there’s no-one here except for me.” I said cautiously, and I held the phone so that Tania could hear.
“Mr. Archer! I know my daughter is there! Tell me is she still being an exhibitionist?” The woman asked.
“Mummy!” Tania exclaimed, blushing slightly.
With the identity of the woman caller confirmed by Tania I left the young girl talking on the phone with her mother while I went upstairs to make my bed. I glanced outside the window to see two women getting into a car and driving away, I did not really take any notice of them.
I drew the curtains and then went into Wendy’s room. I did not even think about what I was doing. I continued to clean up the room, it could really do with a hovering, but that could be done tomorrow. I sat down on the bed, Wendy really did love this room, she would pick out a dolly to sleep with her during the night . . . I would carry her upstairs to the bedroom and make out that I was going to drop her onto the bed.
She was going through a phase of making me check the wardrobe and under the bed for monsters . . . I do not know where she got the idea from. I would read to her from a book . . . what was the title now? My eyes fell on the bedside table; there it was – still – ‘The folk of the faraway tree’. I picked it up and started turning the pages, glancing through the stories and lost in my thoughts.
“ . . . Daddy john.” I looked up to see Tania watching me, “Mummy says she wants to talk to you daddy john.” She repeated. I got up from the bed, somehow the pages of the book in my hand were damp, must have been something in the room I suppose.
I held out my hand to Tania and she pulled me down the stairs to the phone, I picked up the handset. “Hello?” I said.
“Thank you for looking after my little girl.” Tania’s mother said, “I’m glad she’s found a good man like you to help her!”
“I am sorry Mrs. . . . err,” I realized I did not know her surname.
“I’m Janet.” She said, which cracked me up. “What’s so funny?” She asked me.
“Hello Janet, my name is John.” Which made her none the wiser, “There’s a series of pre-school books called the Janet and John stories, I guess I’m in a childish mood at the moment.”
“Yes, Tania does have that effect on people.” Janet said. “Now John, I know she can be a bit forward for her age, but she is a good girl really.”
“Except when she’s clumsy.” I said and at the enquiring tone at the other end went on to explain about the wet clothes and the spilt milk.
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that, she’s just playing with you – I understand you tied her up earlier.” Janet said calmly.
I was having visions of policemen hammering down my front door and dragging me away to some dark pit when she finished, “Well . . . err . . . you . . . I mean . . .” I stammered but was surprised when Janet then said.
“Good for you! She’s wanted her father to control her properly for years, you know you’ll going to have to tie her up tonight, or I won’t be responsible for her actions.” Janet said ominously.
“Janet I’d better tell you that I’m not comfortable with this, from what Tania said I’m just a little more relaxed than her father was. And if people find out how I’ve treated her . . .”
“John, I give you full permission to tie her up and to punish her. She has brought up to realize that if people do the wrong things they will be punished. She wants you to be strong and to punish her without feeling guilty yourself. She’s already told me how you’ve looked after her, and you’re the first man to have given her a bath in over 6 years.” She paused, “Look I’ll be there tomorrow, no it will be your Sunday, just keep her safe until then. I understand that arrangements have been made so that you do not have to worry about groceries and the like, so take it easy and I will see you face to face. Kiss Tania goodnight for me won’t you.” And with that Janet hung up
I was slightly in a daze as I hung up the phone and looked at Tania who was gazing up at me with a smile on her face. “Well?” She asked.
“Your mother will be here the day after tomorrow and you’re to stay with me until then.” She stared to jump up and down in pleasure, “HOWEVER! You are to behave yourself, no more soaking you clothes just to get naked, and no spilling of milk. Okay?” she smiled sweetly at me.
“Okay daddy John.” Then she yawned I looked at my watch, nearly ten o’clock, where had the time gone to?
“Bedtime I think young lady.” I said to her, she held up her hands to me.
“Carry me daddy.” She said, I reached down to her and lifted her up in my arms, holding onto her as I walked upstairs to Wendy’s room and lowered her onto the bed. “Tell me a story daddy John.” She asked me.
I picked up the book and began to read from the first chapter, after a few minutes she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
* * *
I went downstairs to the living room and turned on the television, switching to the news – always depressing. The local news was a surprise.
‘Two men have been arrested charged with the kidnapping of an American girl — one man is believed to be the girl’s father. The local constabulary reports that they had been contacted by the FBI regarding a ward of court order that had been placed on the unnamed girl. The men gave themselves up voluntarily.”
I noticed that the report failed to mention that Tania herself was missing.
I shook my head at the news report and did not really hear the rest of the news. So Tania didn’t have to worry about being caught by her father for the time being.
I found that the events of the day were catching up with me and so I went to bed, switching off the television as I did.
I looked in at Tania sleeping peacefully in the bed. I tiptoed to the bathroom and did the necessary ablutions, wincing as I flushed the toilet, hoping the noise did not wake my ‘guest’.
I undressed and fell into bed, I do not even remember trying to sleep – something that I have had to do since I lost my family (no since I lost Wendy, the wife was no loss at all!).
I faintly remember a noise during the night and a feeling of warmth behind me, but it did not wake me.
What did awake me was not the noise of the dawn chorus, people starting cars or lawnmowers. However, the touch of lips on my ears, and the feeling of flesh on my arms. I opened my eyes to find Tania was on top of me.
“Good morning daddy John.” She said as I rolled over, she draped her body over my chest as if to try to hold me onto the bed, it was then I noticed that the tee shirt was missing.
“What happened to the tee-shirt?” I asked her
She shrugged, “I prefer Nickel back, at least I’ve heard of them!” she said.
“I’m sorry. Is that some kind of change machine?” I asked her.
She raised herself up and put her arms on her hips. “They’re a pop-group!” She exclaimed. Nevertheless, I was conscious of the fact that she was now straddling my body and displaying to me all of hers. I shook my head. “Yes they are!” She insisted misinterpreting my actions.
“I believe you, but why are you in my bedroom like that?” I asked her.
“I couldn’t sleep last night, and so I crept in here, I did ask you if you minded, but you didn’t answer me.” She giggled, “Your ass looks funny you know.”
“Not as funny as yours is going to be in a moment.” I said menacingly. She gave a small scream and jumped up, but I managed to move my legs to catch her. I pulled her arms and held onto her as I turned myself around to sit on the edge of my bed, I positioned her over my lap and started to spank her.
Instead of hearing her cry in pain she started to laugh, “What’s so funny?” I asked her, “You’re supposed to be crying!”
“It’s your . . . your . . . thingy, it’s poking into me. Now I was embarrassed.
“I’m sorry Tania, I didn’t mean to . . .” I started to say but she laughed.
“It’s okay, mummy said that men can’t help what their thingies do!” and she ignored it, which was more than I could do. I pushed her back so that she was standing on the floor.
“You know Tania; you’re making this very hard for me . . .” It was completely the wrong thing to say as Tania started to laugh aloud. “That wasn’t what I meant” I said and went to the bathroom.
I was sitting on the toilet, doing what everyone does on there, when there was a knock on the door. “Daddy John . . . you’re not . . . angry with me are you?” Tania asked, her voice was so sad and tearful.
“No Tania, I’m not angry with you, it’s me that’s the problem. I’m embarrassed and didn’t want you to see me like that.” I said, realizing that I was telling her the truth.
“But mummy says it’s normal for a man’s . . .” She started to explain.
“Yes, yes it is. But I shouldn’t let a young girl like you see me like that, it’s not right.” I tried to explain.
“But you’ve seen me . . . it isn’t fair.” Tania said.
“No Tania, life isn’t always fair.” I said as I flushed the toilet. I opened the door, finding out I hadn’t locked it – when you live alone you don’t think about such things – Tania could have opened the door at any time! I went to the sink and quickly washed my hands before I opened the door.
Tania was leaning on the doorpost swinging on one foot her head down. I crouched down in front of her and held her hands. “I’m sorry Tania; I’m not used to having pretty young girls standing naked in front of me. I get flustered and confused. I find my self all tide tongued and mix my worms up completely.”
She giggled at that then she hugged me, very disconcerting to be hugged by a naked girl, even one as young as Tania, you never know where to put your own hands, I settled for wrapping them around her back and hugging her as well.
“Now young lady, I think you’d better use the toilet and wash your hands. I have got you clothes from yesterday in your bedroom; I suggest you put them on. Then I’ll cook you breakfast.” I told her she smiled at me and nodded.
I went to my bedroom and dressed.
* * *
When I got downstairs and checked the larder I found I was in trouble, no eggs! No rashers of bacon. I had cereal but not milk – Tania had taken the last of it yesterday!
I was thinking about going to the corner shop to buy something, but that would leave Tania in the house alone, and she would not know where I had gone!
There was a knock on the back door! However, the garage was locked and closed, I did that yesterday! I opened the door to find myself looking at a woman. She handed me a large box. Then she looked around the kitchen.
“You live here all alone?” She said. When I numbly nodded, she shook her head. “No wonder you don’t have much to eat! Now take this, both of you will need it and it should keep you until Monday!” She shook her head again and then left!
It was done so fast I did not even have time to ask, “Who the hell are you!” I carried the box to the kitchen table and opened it. There was a chiller container, quite large, several items of clothing, fit for a 10 year old – including socks and knickers. And a Video camera with batteries and tape! I understood the clothes but why a camera?
In the chiller, I found 12 eggs, a quantity of rashers and bacon, several prepared meals. Fizzy drinks in small plastic bottles. And 4 pints of milk (semi-skimmed). It was more like a care package than supplies.
Then I noticed something else in the bottom of the box. Several pieces of leather with buckles on them, handcuffs and keys!
The food I put away in the fridge, and the freezer. The clothes I left on the table. The Camera and others I also left on the table, it was all very mysterious indeed.

[Part 5
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Tania came down to the kitchen, looked at me and smiled; I cocked an eye at her naked form.
“And what was wrong with your clothes?” I asked her.
“They weren’t ironed!” She said simply. “Oh wow! It came then.” She added seeing the video camera, “Mummy said she wanted to see how you worked.”
“Worked?” I asked uncomprehendingly.
“You know!” Tania said as she put the battery into the camera and then inserted the tape. “Smile please!” She said pointing the lens at me. “Mummy this is daddy John, he’s such a nice man.”
I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m a dirty old man who’s trying hard not to ensure that your daughter can’t sit down for a week.” I tried to growl into the camera.
“Oh you wouldn’t do that to me! Mummy, guess what. Daddy John does not wear anything to bed. He’s just liked you.” Tania said smiling away.
“I woke up this morning to find her in bed with me, you’re most probably already know how she was dressed! Much as she is now!” I said, “I had given her a tee-shirt to wear but she didn’t like it.”
“Well I don’t know the group!” She defended herself; “anyway he didn’t iron my clothes for today.” She said accusingly.
I held up the new clothing that had been supplied, “Well this is new clothes, are you going to wear these?” I asked her.
“Maybe . . .” She said smiling at me. I made a grab for her and managed to snag the camera; I watched the view screen and filmed Tania in her glowing nakedness.
“This is what woke me up this morning! Now I know why you suggested that I should tie her down at night.” I said to the sound of Tania’s giggling. “You see she thinks it’s funny. I had hoped she’d be better mannered than this!”
She stood still with her fists on her hips and a determined expression on her face. “I am well behaved when I’m with strangers, but you’re not! You’re daddy John!” She explained logically.
“You see what I have to fight against. And when she turns those eyes on me. . I just seem to do what she asks. I need help and reinforcements!” I said.
“Daddy John can I see what else was sent!” Tania asked. I stood away from the items on the table. “Oh goody!” She looked at me, “Daddy John, you won’t mind leaving me for a few minutes . . . Oh and can I have the camera please?” She fluttered her eyes at me, which made me smile.
“Oh yes! Firmly around her little finger!” I said as I placed the camera into her hands. I left her alone and sat in the living room, I tried to watch television but on a Saturday, morning there is only children’s programs on. So I put on a CD instead — Secret Messages by ELO (Tania’s comments had made my choice for me) — and then I sat back to listen to it.
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“Daddy John!” The call came from the Kitchen. I got up and walked to the door.
In the kitchen, on the floor, knelt Tania, her body folded forward and her arms spread out behind her. I could see on her wrists that she wore bands of leather.
“Greetings master, your slave welcomes you. Your slave apologizes for her manners to you and offers herself for punishment.” She kept her head down while she spoke these lines.
I must admit the change in her was amazing. I almost spoilt things by laughing, but realized it was not right. “You may stand slave and let me inspect you!” I said, in what I hoped was an imperialistic tone.
Tania gracefully got to her feet, brought her hands down in front of her, one foot slightly extended in front of the other. I noticed that she also had leather around her ankles as well. “Raise your head slave and bring your hands to your sides.
Tania obeyed me and looked into my eyes. I could see a twinkle of anticipation in them as she fought to hide the smile her face was trying to make. I could see she was now wearing a leather collar around her neck and, to my surprise; a loincloth was around her waist.
“Good grief you’re actually wearing clothes!” I found myself saying before I could stop myself.
This time she did smile a small, almost secretive smile. “Of course master. You had ordered me to!” She said.
“And a good slave like you always obeys her master?” I asked her.
“Of course master, do you wish to inspect your slave closely?” She said I walked nearer to her, seeing the rings on the collar and hooks on her cuffs. I also saw the flashing red light of the camera and realized that Tania had placed herself into the center of the frame.
I walked around Tania, resting my hand on her shoulder. “Now slave how do you think I should punish you?” I asked her.
“If your slave may be permitted to move master?” She asked me seriously. I nodded and she got a straight-backed chair and carefully placed it in position.
“If my master will sit please. He can then continue what he started this morning.” She said, I sat down, conscious that I was in full view of the camera.
Tania draped herself over my lap. I lifted up the flap of the loincloth to be ‘faced’ with the sight of her bare ass. “Where’s your underwear slave?” I asked her, bringing my hand down — hard — onto her skin. The force surprised her — and me — and she moved her hands to cover the afflicted area.
“What are you doing slave?” I asked her mildly.
“I’m sorry master, it’s just that I wasn’t prepared for that,” She said, her voice catching slightly.
“But you were the one who asked to be punished . . . have you changed your mind?” I asked her still in the same tone of voice.
“Oh no master. Please punish me. I’ll try not to move my hands again.” She said moving back into position.
‘Thwack!’ my second strike was just as hard. “OW. Master!” Tania cried out and her hands moved again.
“TANIA, STAND UP!” I ordered her. She got to her feet and wiped her eyes.
“I’m sorry daddy John. I couldn’t stop myself.” She said sniffling away.
I smiled at her, “I know Tania, and I’m hitting you too hard. I’m sorry that I’m . . .” I started to say but she stopped me.
“No daddy John, mummy said I needed to be properly punished, I shouldn’t be stopping you, you shouldn’t listen to me.” Tania said tears running her face.
I held her hands lightly, remembering what Janet had said last night, “You want your daddy to punish you?” I asked her softly so that the camera could not catch it.
“Yes daddy John, my schoolmates always say how their dads have a firm hand, and how they then hug and comfort them afterwards.” Tania said in an equally soft voice.
“Well then I’ll have to do something then!” I said and before she could stop me, I quickly attached her wrists to the collar. “Now back into position!” I ordered her while helping her to lie across my lap.
“Ready now?” I asked her softly while raising my hand.
She nodded; I brought my hand down onto her naked ass, although not as hard as I had done before. This time I did not listen to her cries . . . Well I say I did not listen, I felt bad with each moment as my hand touched her flesh.
After 20 strikes I could not continue. I lowered the scrap of cloth back into position and gently lifted her back onto her feet — and then I had to hug her! “I’m sorry Tania. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you,” I was saying to her, and then I heard her also speaking.
“Oh daddy John, thank you, thank you.” She was saying softly. I kissed her forehead. She raised her face, kissed me on my lips, and then went down on her knees again, folding herself down so that her face touched the floor.
“This slave thanks her master for punishing her.” She said formally, I got up from my chair and spoke to the camera.
“Janet, when you play this I want you to know that I think you’ve done a wonderful thing when you produced Tania, how you can ever bring yourself to punish her I don’t know, I’ve found it hard enough . . . Now if you’ll pardon us we’ve got breakfast to eat!” I turned of the tape and put the camera to one side.
“TANIA! Get up and come here!” I said to the recumbent form on the floor. The young girl struggled to her feet and walked to me. “Put on some clothes and get the table ready for breakfast.” I said and started to get out the bowls for cereal. I was pouring it out when I heard a ‘Hump’ from Tania. I looked at her; she still had her wrists connected to her collar.
I smiled at her. “Well? Why haven’t you got dressed yet?” I asked her before reaching to her and unclipping her form the bondage.
“Thank you!” Tania said and then picked up a yellow pair of knickers, she stepped into them and pulled them up, the yellow fabric disappearing under the loin cloth giving me tantalizing glimpses of yellow at her sides. I dragged my eyes away from the view and concentrated on the food.
Tania pulled the chair back to the table and sat down on it, and then quickly she got up. “Own! My ass hurts!” She complained.
“I wonder why?” I said smiling, which earned me a dirty look from her. “You did ask for it didn’t you.” I asked her.
She nodded and smiled again, “Yes daddy John.” I went to the living room and took a cushion from the settee, placing it on her chair. She sat down on it and started to wriggle in an effort tot find an easy spot.
“I hope you like this cereal Tania, it’s the best I can do at the moment.” I said to her.
“That’s okay daddy John, I’ll eat nearly anything.” She said and proved her words right by clearing the bowl within minutes. I asked her if she wanted more but she shook her head. “No thanks daddy John. What are we going to do today?” She then asked me.
This did stump me. I mean I could not take her out around town, although there was nothing about her missing in the news I was sure that if I was seen with a young girl I would end up in a cell next to her father.
“Well you see Tania, I think it’s safer for me if we stay here, I’m sorry if that sounds . . .” I tried to explain but Tania stopped me.
“I understand daddy John, people wouldn’t understand.” She said.
“So . . . what do you want to do?” I asked her, almost dreading her answer.
“I could help you to clean up your room.” She said getting up from her chair, sounding slightly like my mother when I was fourteen!
“First things first, we’ve got he washing up to do.” I said snagging hold of her arm.
I washed and she dried . . . or started to dry as I helped her when the washing was done.

Part 6
You know it’s amazing how much junk can accumulate over several years, I had letters from 5 years ago still gathering dust, and clothing . . . well let’s just say I had filled a few black bags with stuff that couldn’t fit me.
“What’s this?” Tania asked holding up a piece of paper.
I sat down on the bed and tried not to cry. “It’s . . . it’s a drawing... Wendy did. It was only a couple of days before her . . .