Judith was fun to watch with the remote. She would giggle at some of the shows she found, and blush at others. She never stayed on one program more than a few minutes, always looking for what else was available. That is until she stumbled on the Playboy Channel. Living alone I had no parental controls set, and even with children in the home I would not. Why shield children from the act that brought them into this world? If they don't understand, explain it to them, calmly and clearly. Covering up sex with nonsense words or punishment for asking is doomed to failure. If your children are not prepared for adulthood, then they will be piss poor at being adults. I once met a pregnant sixteen-year old who said there was something wrong with her "monkey". The results of this attitude are everywhere you look. Teen pregnancies and STD's occur in Holy Roller communities just as they do in lower income areas, though the better health care may cut the numbers a bit. Religious leaders gain power by controlling sex with guilt. By their false standards, everyone will sin, and have guilt associated with it. The preachers use this guilt to extort money from their flocks and build big temples of idolatry, monuments to their own ego. Many of them also use it as a means to defile the youth they are supposed to protect, and then use that same guilt they instill into the children to protect themselves.
I think that many of the perversions that are out there occur because of the idea that all sex is "wrong" so there is no guideline for what would be "right". I look at naked women as much as I can because when I wanted to before, it was not allowed. I'm not sure where some of the fetishes come into play, but I am sure that it had to do with the upbringing of the fetishist. Parents can do so much harm without realizing it.
Judith was a prime example of the repressive attitude prevalent in our society. She had been protected from knowing anything about sex, but next month she was supposed to marry a man three times her age, and would more than likely be miserable. Since she didn't know that sex was supposed to feel good, her husband could just brutalize her. He wanted it this way, because he wouldn't even have to try to please her. She was just a receptacle for his seed. I don't see much difference between this and what occurs in the Muslim nations. Both religions insulate their women and cover them from the prying eyes of other men. They take away any competition for the affections of a sweet girl. I think caring for the comfort and joy of the bearers of your children is what makes us civilized, and shows the repressively religious to be the barbarians.
I wasn't paying much attention to what Judith was watching on the TV. The more involved with the programs she got, the less attention she gave to the robe. After about 15 minutes I could see that she had not put her panties or bra back on. Then I heard a noise over in the dining room.
I looked over and saw that Joe wanted in. Joe was my grey tomcat. I used to see him hanging out around the borders of my property when I was mowing. Soon I saw that he was catching field mice that tried to escape the mower. One day he followed the tractor into the garage, and when I got out he said hello. The first time he stropped himself against my leg I almost jumped through the roof. When I saw what it was, he was mewing and butting his head against me. I had a pet. Now he would go out and hunt for much of the day and evening, then ask to be let in at the french doors. I kept a bowl of water and food and a litter box for him in the garage. I had put a kitty door into the kitchen door, but not one to the outside. Raccoons and possums could use that door as easily as he could. It was much safer to let him in and out when he asked.
"Hey Judith. Would you please let Joe in over there? If you want your clothes washed, you need to take them out to the garage to do them."
"Okay. Oh, he's cute. We weren't allowed to have pets. Hello Joe." She said this last as she jumped up to go let the cat in. She pulled the robe closed too, but not before I caught a glimpse of blond bush and pink nipple. The way this was going, I wouldn't be able to stand up any time soon.
Judith opened the door and Joe immediately rubbed against her legs like she was an old friend. Judith leaned down to rub his head, and I suddenly had another problem. I needed to change pants. The robe had ridden up over the bottom of her ass cheeks, and I saw pink lips shining at me above the gap of her thighs. Now I knew I'd never be able to handle a nudist colony.
When she stood up again, Joe ran toward his bowl in the garage. Judith headed upstairs to get her clothes, and I waited until she came back down and went into the garage before I headed up to my room to change pants.
When I came back down, Judith was again ensconced before the TV watching "R" rated movies. She had one hand on the remote and one on the loudly purring cat in her lap. The grey traitor would never sit in my lap like that; of course I didn't have as appealing a lap as his current suitor. He would usually sit on the arm of the recliner while I petted him.
Judith had three channels she was switching back and forth between. She would watch the simulated sex on one channel, and then switch to another channel when the dialog began again. I think she was getting excited, because Joe's purr kept getting louder and louder. I had to tell her when the washer was finished so she could transfer the clothing to the dryer. The young blond gave me a startled look when I told her, then politely picked Joe up and placed him on the couch beside her. When she did this Joe gave me a dirty look, and Judith showed me a flash of tit and inner thigh.
Damn, hard again. If I didn't find her some decent clothing I would not be able to stand in her presence. I suppose I could just take my clothes off and show her what she was doing to me. This would certainly scare her away, but I was reluctant to do it. Judith had been having a hard time, and I didn't want to add to it, besides, I was beginning to enjoy her company.
When the dryer alarm went off, I told Judith that it was time for bed. She could get her clothes and get some sleep and we would continue to monitor the news in the morning.
I usually get up early in the morning. By the time Judith came down I already had breakfast done. There was bacon, eggs, grits, and toast. We ate in the living room with the TV and scanner on. She was back in her sedate clothing so the peep show was over. It was interesting to listen to the investigators going from business to business. They reported every lead that they got over their radios. Judith had been seen by several people in the bank and from the office in Times News, but it seemed that the last she was seen was rounding the corner of the newspaper building and walking towards the rear of that same building.
My cell rang at me at about 9:30 am. My heart was in my throat as the caller announced that they were calling from the Burlington Police Department.
"How may I help you?"
"Sir, is your name David Lowell?" When I confirmed that it was, he continued, "Sir, several people at the Times News office reported that you were in there yesterday, and left about two o'clock. Is that accurate?"
"Yes, I was there, and I think I left at about 2."
"Are you aware of the AMBER alert going on, Sir?"
"Yes, I saw it on the news last night."
"Well, did you see the young girl when you left the newspaper, Sir? She is a tall blond and was last seen wearing a long-sleeved blouse and a full length denim skirt."
"No, that is why I haven't called in. I did not see her. She would have certainly stood out in that heat, but I didn't see her. Where was she last seen?"
"She was seen to pass by the Times News building on Main Street, and one person says that she turned right at the corner going down 5th Street."
"Okay. Well, I was parked at the rear of the building and when I left I went down Worth Street to Moorehead and headed home. She would have had to have been at the corner of 5th and Worth when I pulled out for me to have seen her."
"Did you stop anywhere on your way home, Sir?"
"Yes, I did. I stopped at Food Lion for some milk and vegetables. Why?"
"Can you prove that, Sir?"
"I'm sure that I have the receipt still, I haven't take out the trash yet. Again, Why?"
""If you can find that it would help us some, Sir. I hardly think you would have stopped to shop if you had abducted, or even transported a young girl."
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. That hadn't even occurred to me. Il have to take some paperwork back in to the paper sometime in the next few days, how about I copy the receipt and give you a signed statement as to my actions that day? I can drop them off at the station when I come in to town. What is you name, please? I'll address it to you on the envelope."
"Sergeant Timmons, and thank you, Sir, that would be perfect. If you remember anything else that might be helpful, please call me, Sir."
I cut the connection, and realized that I was soaking with sweat.
"Was that the police," Judith asked?
"Yes it was. You were seen turning the corner, but nothing after that. The folks in my office reported that I was leaving just about the time you went missing. I think I took myself out of the picture for the most part, but not completely. I don't know what we are going to do next, but I need to find you some clothing, and I'm not sure how to do it. I suppose that I could go to a store out of town somewhere to buy stuff for you, but I have no idea how to buy clothes for a girl. Any ideas?"
"No, I don't know where you can go. I can give you my sizes, but if you had a sewing machine, all I would need is fabric and some patterns. Do you think you could do that?"
"Yeah, I can. I'll go to Kmart in Greensboro to shop for those things. I can get cash to use so there won't be any checks to show up later. Let's go on line and see what kind of machine and such you want. I would just order from the computer, but that can be traced, and I don't want to throw up any red flags if someone should want to look a little more deeply at me."
Judith on the internet was fun as much fun as she was with the TV. She had never been given the opportunity to surf, and I had to be sure that she knew about viruses and other such perils on the information highway. I had very good firewalls and antivirus, but some of these nasty things get through anyway if you aren't careful.
We went to the Kmart site and found the sewing machines. Judith would have been happy with the $89 one, but told me that the Brother and Singer models would be better if I could afford them. Since the most expensive she approved of was only $250, I agreed to look for one of them. She also told me what supplies as far as thread, zippers, and buttons would be needed. She then looked at the fabric section, but there wasn't much to it. I decided to just get some bolts of various cloth and she could make do with that. It would give her something to do. I decided to get her some underwear and shoes, or sandals, as well. No one should recognize me as I have never been in the store before, and my purchases shouldn't throw up any red flags if I bought some of the items at different stores. I would like to take her along, but it would be quite some time before Judith could be seen in public anywhere around here. Maybe I should include hair dye and press-on tattoos in the shopping list. People tend to not look at the face if there is something garish to attract their attention. Maybe the goth look would work, I'd have to see about makeup.
I showed her the hideout I had in the basement before I left her in the company of Joe so I could go and make my purchases. I also set her up with a guest account on my computer and tried hard to make sure that she knew what kind of images she could come upon on the internet. I cautioned her about pay sites and on giving out any information of any kind on the net. She told me that she would be careful and I also gave her m cell number. I showed her how to send me a text on Yahoo messenger.
The shopping went well. I got some strange looks at the dollar store down from Kmart where I bought the underwear and socks for her. I was able to find shoes for her at another store. The clerk at Kmart helped me with supplies for the sewing machine and the cloth bolts. I convinced her it was a present for my niece and also got some patterns and sewing books to go along with it all.
As soon as I got out of the store I tossed the receipts in the trash. I wanted no record of these purchases discovered later.
Judith was very appreciative of my work when I got home. She also said that she had some questions for me from what she had found surfing. It turned out that she had somehow discovered "chat" rooms and wanted to be sure that she would not be found if she entered into some of them. I told her that the police routinely monitor activities in those sites, and that no matter how careful she was, there was too much risk right now.
"Maybe you can find some friends on line in a few weeks or so, but I don't think it is a good idea right now. Now you promised to cook and clean for me, are you going to help with supper?"
"Yes, yes, please let me help. What are we having?"
"How about chicken tacos? I think I have everything we need to make them."
"Sounds good to me, what do you need me to do?"
So she did much of the prep while I cooked the chicken. During dinner I asked her about this getting married idea.
"What do you mean that your father has promised you to be married?"
"He told Mr. Smith that I would marry him. Mr. Smith has a truck that father wants for the thrift store. Mr. Smith told daddy that he would give it to the store."
"You mean your father sold you for a truck?!"
"Well, yeah. I'm just a girl, after all."
"What about Mr. Smith? You said that he was old, how old?"
"I don't know, but his last wife ran away, and he has children older than me. One of his daughters teaches Sunday school with me. He has a beard and always smells of tobacco. Elders aren't supposed to smoke, but I'm sure he does."
"I wonder what your father would do if I offered him a new truck and a better building for you?"