Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. DISCLAIMER I write often about rape and torture, not as often about gore, cannibalism, snuff and violence. If these things offend you please look for a story elsewhere. The actions in my stories do not denote my actions, merely my fantasies. I wrote erotica of almost every genre. I prefer quality over quantity so my post rate is slow, but I promise you good quality stuff. If you have a request, contact me at Pleasemasterstop@gmail.com. I don't do ALL requests, but I will do ones I like. And if you have any comments/criticism pass it along. I am also looking for play-by-E-mail writing partners for adult stories. So contact me, I check my E-mail almost daily and can reply promptly. This story contains: Rape; Ephebeophilia (Sex with teenagers); Age difference; drug use, manipulation; brainwashing, and group sex. If any of these are not your kink, look elsewhere. If any of them are REALLY your kink, let me know, I always like feedback. pleasemasterstop@gmail.com CHAPTER 2 BREAKING IN -{Waking Up, Discovery, Fear, A Talk, Breakfast}Grace woke to a throbbing headache and a desperate, dire need to relieve herself. She sat up in the bed, shivering and wondering why she was naked... she was never naked. She looked around the room, her eyes seemed like they were gummed shut and the white light was nearly blinding despite how low it was. As she saw the austere surroundings, it all came crashing back to her. She felt her heart race as she looked around again and again, at the door and the blank, white walls, the blood on her thighs and the larger stain on the sheet and she felt tears well up in her eyes at what had happened. She ran to the shower that she saw, just a white plastic affair built into one corner, no curtain or towels, and she turned on the water as hot as she could stand it. Climbing in, she scrubbed between her thighs, feeling the water sting, feeling the thick fluid flowing out of her slit and she lost all control, her bladder emptying and her bowels releasing. She sobbed as she leaned in the corner of the stall and hugged herself tight. She didn't hear the locks, or the door open, she didn't hear him close the door and thumb something in his pocket that locked the door again as he turned back to her, setting the cafeteria tray on her bed and walking over to the shower. But she felt the water turn suddenly ice cold as he thumbed another button on the remote in his pocket and killed the hot water feed. She gasped and backpedalled out of the shower right into his arms. At the touch she screamed and thrashed, and he bore her easily to the ground, forcing her to sit as he captured one slender hand and bent her wrist back, twisting her arm to put her hand next to her ear and bringing her down to her knees. "I'm disappointed, Grace. You were so receptive last night, but now you shit in the shower. I recommend you clean that up, that's where you are going to be washing for a while yet." He released her and stepped back as she collapsed to the floor, sobbing in fear and laying in a heap on the floor, a puddle spreading across the wood as he stared at her. After thumbing the hot water back on, he adjusted it to be comfortable and turned back to her. She was still on the floor sobbing so he let her have plenty of time to recover before he picked her up almost gently. She didn't struggle; she was beyond that as he carried her back to the shower standing her up in it and turning to gather some paper towels from the tray he had carried in and cleaning up the feces as she huddled in the corner. He deposited the mess in the toilet and flushed it away before turning to look at her. "What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me." She spoke in a whispered rush, huddling in, trying to cover herself with her hands and retain some sort of modesty. But he just moved over and sat down on the bed, glancing at the tray with the paper wrapped food and the large tumbler of cold water before looking back at her. "If I was going to hurt you, Grace, I would have by now. But a lot of time and effort went into getting this place ready for you. And did what happened last night hurt?" It had, but the memories of the rest were returning and she shook her head, her hair sodden and clinging to her neck and shoulders as she watched him. It had hurt a little, at first, but then the pain had gone away and she had enjoyed it, she had enjoyed it a lot. He gestured to the food on the tray next to him. "I'm sure you're hungry. Come eat, the food isn't drugged, promise. Unless you give me a reason to I won't drug you again." It was partially a lie. He would drug her again, probably several times. But it would be very covert, and always right before he fucked her. The Sodium Scopothol was what made her feel so powerfully pleasured before, and it would again, another of the side effects that he hadn't told her about. But the dose would be small and infrequent. She eyed him suspiciously and shook her head. "Let me have some clothes." She whispered, and it was almost a demand. He shrugged and took off his shirt, offering it to her. It was easily large enough to cover her past her ass and she stepped forward cautiously, reaching out to take the garment from him. But he didn't let it go at first. "When I leave, I want this back. Deal?" He asked, looking in her eyes. She almost shook her head, and he made to withdraw the shirt, so she nodded vigorously and when he released the shirt she quickly stepped back and pulled it over her head, hiding her slender body and firm little tits from his view. He made no reaction, but watched her as she crossed the room and sat down on the bed as far from him as she could get. He slid the tray closer to her and she reached for the water immediately, gulping it down before picking up the food. It was a simple meal, just eggs and sausage and lettuce wrapped in a tortilla, something she could eat with her hands, but it was a large serving, and she devoured it as she watched him warily. He didn't say anything, didn't talk or move, and just watched her eat. As she finished the wrap and slid back into the corner of the bed, he turned to look at her. "Looks like you were hungry. Would you like more water?" She nodded and he rose to refill the cup from the sink in the corner before returning to offer it to her. And she watched him still, some of the thoughts and feelings from the night returning. Finally he decided it was time to broach the subject with her. "What do you remember of last night?" "You raped me." She stated simply and stared at him with fear in her eyes. "No, rape is a brutal, violent act, was I brutal or violent? He asked, and she reluctantly shook her head. "And do you think you would enjoy something like rape?" Another reluctant head shake and he had to fight down his urge to smile. "So it wasn't rape. Now, you are a very pretty young woman, and I thought you might take a little persuading to change your attitude, but I could tell you were attracted to me, and I was the same to you." And he was right. She had been attracted to him; she had looked him over and thought about him holding her. Perhaps she had even thought about kissing him. And they had kissed; passionate adult kisses. And she had enjoyed them too. Her hand came up to touch her lips with a little tentative movement, and a small smile turned up the corners of her mouth at the thought. He had been gentle, he had not hurt her or treated her like an object. And she knew so little about sex, but she knew she had never agreed to have sex with her. "But... you didn't ask me first." She tried, her voice sounded weak and his internal smile got that much larger. "But can you say you didn't want to?" She shook her head and he shrugged. "Did you ever tell me to stop, or say no?" She shook her head again, feeling trapped by him. "Then it wasn't rape, was it?" She had to think on it for a moment, his logic seemed flawed, his reasoning was off, but at the same time he made a lot of sense to her. She hadn't said no to him, and she had found him attractive. He called her pretty, he was gentle with her and he had kissed her, treating her like a person. She looked confused as she tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle together, and he gathered up the tray and cup and rose. "I have some things to attend to, so I have to go for now. Can I have my shirt back?" He asked it casually, and Grace was faced with the problem of baring herself to him. She was hesitant, and he looked like he was getting upset so finally she stood to strip it off, pulling it up and as she had her arms above her and tangled in the garment she felt his hand on her arms, holding them in place and immobile as his body stepped close to her and she looked up at him, afraid as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. She tried to get out of his arms, turning her body and she sobbed in fear as he grabbed her, but as his mouth came to hers, as his tender kiss seemed to caress her lips, she melted into him, feeling his free hand come to rest in the small of her back and his warm, hard body supported hers. The kiss went on for a long time and she parted her lips as her eyes closed in bliss. He stripped the shirt the rest of the way off of her and cast it aside, his hand going to tangle in her hair and hold her against him, against this kiss as her own arms fell almost limp at her sides. The feel of his tongue against her lips and then her tongue was soft and velvety, warm and wet and she found herself chasing it back into his mouth as the kiss went on and on. When he finally released her, she took a little half-step forward, her body warm and a tight clenching between her thighs as he moved away. There was no way that she should feel this way, but she watched him as he picked up his shirt and set the cup on the sink, leaving it for her in case she got thirsty. "Rest and think on what we've talked about, I'll come back in a few hours." With that he pushed the button in his pocket to unlock the door and stepped out, pulling it closed behind him. Grace stood right where he had left her for a long time, still leaning toward the door, still waiting for the kiss to resume, to escalate, and she realized that she had wanted him to take her back to the bed and have sex with her again. She bit her lower lip and moved to sit on the bed, feeling very warm and sweaty. She didn't know that he had turned up the heat in the room, that he was watching her every movement. As she went to the shower to wash again, cleaning herself well with the soap he had provided and her hands spent a long time caressing her breasts and pussy, and he watched it all, smiling on the outside. That was when the doorbell rang. -{A visitor, questions, feel free, an apology}James opened the door to the smiling face of a young police woman and her gruff male partner. The partner nodded once before looking back toward the street and the woman held out her hand in greeting. "Mr. Watson? I'm constable McCullough with the Toronto Police department, we're investigating the report of a missing girl. Grace Hamilton lives just down the road and her mother said she spoke with you. I have a picture here; can you tell me if you've seen her?" She offered the picture to him and James nodded, smiling in greeting. "Yeah, I saw her on the way past yesterday, constable. She went down the walk at the house about three doors down, but I was moving in and didn't really pay much attention." He offered the picture back and the constable nodded. "That's what her mother said as well." She nodded as she tucked the picture into her notebook and the book into the breast pocket of her vest. "I hate to ask, but can we come in and look around? We don't suspect anything, but it would help us to clear you from further consideration." James stood aside from the door. "By all means, be my guest." The constable nodded in thanks and stepped in, followed by her partner. They pulled on black leather gloves and got to work, looking over the house very thoroughly, and James watched them walk right past the hidden door to the room where Grace was hidden without even glancing at it. He let them have as much time as they needed and as the pair returned to the living room, pulling off their gloves, the female cop came over to him again. "Sorry about this, but her mother is in a panic and the news is just waiting to blow this out of proportion." "No, say nothing of it. If she were my daughter I'd want you to search every house in the city too." The constable agreed with him and produced a card. "If you think of anything else, or have any questions, just give me a call anytime day or night." He thanked her and affirmed that he would as she left. He took a discreet glance at her firm ass as she walked down to the car, where her partner was already waiting, and then closed the door and sniffed the card. It smelled like nothing, so he deposited it on his hall table and headed back upstairs. Grace was still sitting on her bed, and he decided that he could let her alone for a bit yet and he went downstairs for breakfast. -{A nap, he returns, more questions, a kiss, things develop}Grace stared at the wall for a long time, not aware of the police that were in the neighborhood going door to door looking for her, not aware of the calls to radio stations and friends' houses, newspapers and television stations that all concerned her. Hospitals were being checked, and worried parents from many people at school locked up their daughters, sure that some sex maniac was loose in the city. But Grace, warm and comfortable and naked, drifted off to sleep, the last of the drugs he had given her were slowly processed out of her body. Her dreams came softly and sweetly, dreams of a kiss, of the kiss turning to something more, dreams of his hands on her body, of his mouth tasting her everywhere. She moaned in her sleep at the feel of it, her drams fuelled by the memories of what he had done to her, and as she slowly woke she smiled, and realized that she wanted to feel that again. She relieved herself once more; drank two glasses of water to slake her dry throat and she was just turning back to the bed when the door opened again. She modestly turned, hiding her body from him as her hands covered her pussy and breasts, but then she saw he was as naked as she was and she took a moment to look at him, and then relaxed. They had had sex, they had made love and he had seen and touched every part of her. Blushing and nervous she turned and moved to where he was setting the tray down on her bed again. He turned to her with a smile and she smiled back, the memory of that last sweet kiss strong in her mind and she licked her lips in anticipation. But she was curious as well. Settling on the bed, she picked up the sandwich and took a healthy bite as he picked up the can of ice cold cola that was on the tray and opened it for her, setting it back down and relaxing back against the wall, watching her eat. Finally she set the food aside, though her stomach felt hollow, and looked him squarely in the eye. "I think you're right, you didn't rape me. But why didn't you ask me first?" She asked, not really sure what she was feeling as he looked somewhat guilty. "Why did you drug me and cut my clothes off?" It was the one sticking point to his story, the one doubt she still had. "Well, think about it. Would you have said yes?" He asked, leaning forward again, elbows on his knees. "You are very pretty, and I am very attracted to you, Grace. But if I had asked you would you have said yes, or would you have laughed in my face, told your mother, maybe called the police?" He was right, and she had to agree that she would have done just that. "See, and I wanted to share that experience with you, but I didn't want you to take it the wrong way, to scream and run away or worse. And I didn't want to hurt you, which is why I gave you that drug. It's worn off by now, completely out of your system." "Then why am I locked in this room?" She had tied the door, but he shook his head. "You aren't at the moment. It was just for safety that I did that. Try it now." She shook her head. "I trust you, James." She said with a little smile, a blush high on her cheeks as she slid a little closer to him. He slid the remaining distance, carefully moving the lunch tray to the floor and putting his arm around her waist. This close, skin-to-skin, she couldn't miss how warm he was, how he felt against her, the contact making her skin flush and as his hand came to her cheek, turning her to face him, she looked up into his eyes and smiled as his mouth came to hers, their lips meeting in a kiss. There was such a wonderful feel to the intimacy that Grace moaned into his mouth as her lips parted and her dreams came true. His hand slipped down to her breast and he gave the flesh in his hand a squeeze, feeling her nipple harden instantly. She leaned into him, one hand coming up to his back and the other up to cover his on her breast as the kiss deepened and his tongue darted into her mouth, drawing hers out. She moaned again and he leaned her back, laying her on the bed and leaning down to kiss her deeply. There were no drugs this time; there was no need for them. She went willingly and as he shifted her around on the bed, her head on the bump at the top that served as a pillow, her arms went around his neck and her legs parted as he lay atop her. The weight of him was familiar and she felt the aching tingle in her pussy that signalled her need for him. And the hard thickness of his shaft as it came to rest on the soft lips of her sex turned that tingle into a flame, making her moan again and wriggle her hips against him in need. And he was only too happy to oblige, shifting until the head of his cock was pressing against her lips. She was so eager, so wet and ready, that her body welcomed him in smoothly, forcing her to break the kiss as the moan he wrung from her was long and drawn out, turning into a sob as it went on. This felt so right so complete that she knew it wasn't wrong. He filled her completely, she could feel him pressing against her deepest barrier and stretching her little slit to its fullest as he came to rest. It was wonderful to her, a beautiful feeling and the feel of his mouth at her neck and shoulder, the feel of his chest rubbing her nipples as he shifted and stroked, slipping out of her and then back in slowly, carefully, letting her adjust and accept him. She felt tears slip down her face and her hands came up to caress his face and tangle in his hair as he ached his back and caught her nipple in his mouth. For a long time he kissed and caressed her body while slowly pumping his cock through her heated sex, feeling her get wetter and wetter, feeling her hands holding him to her flesh, feeling her legs wrapped around him. This was what he wanted from Grace, this was what he saw when she came walking along the sidewalk so innocently that day. And now she was his. He adjusted his hands on the bed and turned over, lifting her carefully as he laid back on the mattress and carefully adjusted her so she was straddle his hips, sitting up with his cock impaling her. She gasped as she settled onto him, her hands braced against his chest as his came up to cover her small breasts and squeeze possessively. "Ahh! What... what do I..." she managed to gasp out between tremors of her rising orgasm. "Ride me, Grace. Use your legs and ride me, feel my cock slide through that sweet little pussy of yours." She nodded, unable to speak, and he shifted his hands to lace his fingers through hers guiding her as she adjusted her legs and rose slowly. The feel of his thick shaft slipping through her wet heat was almost too much, but as she felt him slip from her, she knew when just the tip was still within her slit. That was when her legs lost all strength, and she slipped back down his length fast, her ass slapping against his thighs and the head of hic cock punching at her uterus. It felt wonderful to be filled that fast and that completely. She swooned, but her legs lifted her again, and then again, and on the fifth time her pleasure crested over her and she threw back her head and cried out in her pleasure, feeling his hands move to her hips and lift her, slipping her up and down the shaft that filled her, her legs strengthless, but the movement within her was prolonging her orgasm, and she sobbed as it went on and on. It seemed like it might never end, but finally it faded away and she felt herself collapse, limp atop his chest. He was kissing her softly and sweetly, and she lay there letting him as her strength recovered. He turned and deposited her on the bed and she felt him slip from her completely, and she moaned in protest, unable to speak. But his hands on her hips and the easy way he controlled her body, turning her onto her belly and lifting her ass in the air, told her that they were hardly finished. And the feel of his weight on the bed behind her, followed by the weight of his cock in the cleft of her buttocks made her gasp in anticipation. Would he take her there too? It was far that brought a protest to her lips, but the negation turned into a groan of pure pleasure as he shifted and slid his cock back into her waiting pussy. She felt so complete, but as he stroked into her, she felt him rub against a place he hadn't hit before, the head of his cock touching something, and the shaft caressing it and suddenly another orgasm was welling up, but deeper within her, from her core, and she felt powerless as he stroked into her again and again. Hands on her hips, he plunged ahead, drawing her back against him with ach stroke, pushing forward to meet her a little faster, a little harder as the smell of her arousal and pleasure filled the little room. He drew her back again, her ass slapping against his hips, his balls swinging up to slap against her belly and as her orgasm came a second time, stronger than before, he reached down and grabbed her wrists, using them to draw her back harder and faster still, again and again as his pleasure rose. He felt the tension rise and he came, spilling his seed out into her tight little cunny and filling her to overflowing. She was sobbing in pleasure as the hot wave of it washed over her insides, and she collapsed, strengthless to the bed, feeling his shaft slip from her leaking pussy and lamenting the loss until he lay down with her, arm around her waist, and held her close. -{Washing, talking, an agreement, intimacy }The water came on and she felt the warmth of it wash over her skin as his hands held her close, her body against his and her breast in his hand. She was happy, blissful and relaxed as he took up the soap and his hands caressed her body all over, washing her with the bar and soaping her thoroughly, paying special attention to her breasts... she felt like she had the cleanest breasts in Toronto after that shower, and he provided her with a loose nightgown to wear. It hung off of one shoulder and bared her breast when she wasn't careful, it was sheer enough almost to see through, but she didn't care around him. He took her downstairs and they had dinner together at the table amid the boxes in the living room, eating Chinese take-out and just chatting. As they finished dinner he took her upstairs to his bedroom and the much larger bed there and they cuddled up together. She was glad he had grabbed her, glad he had had sex with her without asking, this was wonderful, and then he broached the subject of what to tell everyone else. "Grace, I'd like to keep having sex with you, I want to fuck you all the time, but I can't keep you here forever. I have a nice little room you can hide in if you need to, but you need to go home or people are going to start getting suspicious. They're already looking for you. "I know... my mom was here yesterday and I'm sure she's called the cops by now." "She has... I hid you fromthem when they came here. If they find you here now I will get in a lot of trouble, and if they find out you were here at all later it will be even worse. When you go home can you keep it a secret?" He was whispering in her ear and she was feeling very good so she nodded. "Yes... I'll keep us a secret." She nuzzled back into him, the sheer fabric of the nightgown, and his boxers were hardly enough to keep her from feeling his arousal. "Do you really want to fuck my mom?" She asked, using the word tentatively. Fuck had always been a naughty word, and her mother never swore or took the lords name in vain. "Well, she is very pretty, like you are. I would like to try, yes." "And you'll still fuck me?" She was a little surer of the word this time, and he nodded. "Absolutely. Monogamy has never suited me. If you want to have sex with someone you should. And with no strings or baggage. I wouldn't ask you to limit yourself to just me if there was someone you wanted to fuck." She smiled and nodded again. "As long as you keep fucking me, I don't mind. She could use some of what you just gave me..." She wriggled her bottom against his cock, feeling the thickness of it and a moment later she felt his hand slide up from her tummy to her breasts, cupping and squeezing. Their clothes didn't hinder them as he laid her on the bed and filled her again. -{all apologies, a telephone call, the plan, dropped off, police, home again}They got a little sleep that night, but most of the morning they slept away, and toward evening he gifted her with some clothes. A pair of tight shorts and a baby-tee, but nothing to wear under them. Her own socks and red sneakers were returned and he apologized for ruining her cheerleader outfit. She shrugged it off and he offered to pay for a replacement. She took fifty in cash from him and they slipped out into his car for a drive a few blocks over. He stopped at a city park and placed a call to police constable McCullough on his cell phone. "Constable McCullough? This is James Watson; we spoke the other day about Grace Hamilton? That's right... I was doing some shopping and I saw someone that looked an awful lot like her going into Wishing Well park just off of Pharmacy avenue there.... That's right... that's right... Alright, I will head home and wait for you there. I hope that's her. Goodnight." He hung up with a smile and turned to Grace. "So go hide there and let the cops find you, I need to head home." She smiled and leaned in to kiss him deeply, feeling his hand on her breast as her lips parted for his tongue. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again, James. Promise me it will be soon?" "I can't do that, but I can shrink the distance between us. On your way home from school, walk past my place and I'll leave a package out for you." They kissed again and she slipped out of the car and headed over to the park. James pulled into a convenience store and bought a few items to complete his alibi before returning home About ten minutes later a police car pulled through the park and the spotlight fixed on something under the playground equipment. The two made a circuit of the ground on foot before closing in on the spot, flashlights out. The wash of red haria nd the red runners was their confirmation hat this was her. "Grace? Grace Hamilton? I'm Amanda McCullough with the Toronto Police. Are you alright?" The constable knelt down, Jim, her burly partner back a little ways to keep from scaring the girl if she had been raped or worse and the girl looked up through smeary eyes, artfully applied dust streaked by real tears and she nodded, biting her lower lip. "Yeah... I suppose people are worried about me, huh?" Amanda nodded, her face looking sisterly instead of threatening. "Yeah, they sure are. Do you need to go to the hospital?" Grace shook her head and promptly burst into tears. Amanda was forced to crawl under the monkey bars to put an arm around her shoulders. "Tell me what happened, Grace? Did someone hurt you? The girl nodded and Amanda was about to key her microphone for an ambulance when the story came out. Grace had hooked up with a boy at school after returning home, and they had gone out in his car to a park overlooking the lake. He had come on strong and she had let him, but it had hurt, and she had bled, and then he had called her a slut, telling her she was easy and a bad screw and Amanda had to wait as she bawled again, everything she knew about this girl said that she was innocent and sex was largely a mystery to her. But it looked like a case of high school kids and learning the hard way. It was rough that her first time had been like this, but it had happened before. Amanda got Grace out from under the equipment and led her back to the car, calling for an ambulance from there. "No, you don't need to do that, Amanda. He didn't really hurt me, just made me feel like I was dirty." "I believe you, Grace. But did he ejaculate inside of you?" She asked, leaning on the roof of the car to talk to the girl while Jim worked out the details with EMS. "Did he cum in you?" Grace nodded and Amanda nodded in return. "Then you need to see a doctor, Grace. He didn't use protection and we need to make sure you didn't catch anything or get pregnant, alright? Grace reluctantly agreed and the ambulance arrived shortly after, a pair of young women getting out with the stretcher to take her to the hospital. Once she was loaded in the back, Amanda climbed into the car and they drove to Grace's house. Her mother, worried and expectant, answered the door. "Ms. Hamilton, your daughter is fine. Seems she hooked up with a guy from school and they went out to the bluffs and had sex." The woman immediately looked panicked, and Amanda quieted her with a raised hand. "She's fine, but we sent her to the hospital to be checked just in case. Come on, we can run you over, it isn't far." Natalie was grateful, climbing into the back of the car, unaware, as were the two constables, of the eyes down the street watching from a window. James smiled and turned back to his computer as the car vanished around the corner to drop Natalie off at the hospital with her daughter. He watched the video of his time with Grace for a while, especially the first one, when she had very first come into the house and he had drugged her. He was watching it for the third time when the doorbell rang. Closing the laptop he secreted it away in a drawer and headed downstairs, beer in hand, to answer the door. Constable McCullough was there. He invited her in and wrote out a witness statement for her, answered a few questions and offered her a drink, then fumblingly asked if she was interested in dinner sometime. She brushed him off with the `Conflict of Interest' line and he bid her good night, smiling as she rode away. He would have to look her up later, she was pretty enough, and he liked athletic types. He was watching the video again two hours later when he saw a cab drive up to Grace's house and mother and daughter got out and went into the house. Smiling, he sipped his beer and turned away to shower before bed. Natalie made it about three feet past the door before turning to hug her daughter close. Grace had been an accident, and her husband had left her because of the daughter that wasn't his, a moment of weakness, a single mistake, and her life was turned upside down. But Grace had also saved her, the mix of post-partum depression and regular depression from losing her husband had nearly been too much, and Natalie had actually tried to kill herself. The scars on her wrists were testament to that. But Grace had needed her, and she had found faith while in the psychiatric hospital, hence her daughter's name. Grace tolerated the hug for a while, some of her sobs, one of the things she had been able to fake since she was three, were actually real and when they parted Natalie looked very worried. "Grace, please talk to me about what happened? Who tretd you that way? The doctors said you wouldn't tell." "No, mom. I feel dirty and used, but it was my decision. He was a dick, but I don't want him to think he had this much of an effect on me." She knew that her mother would pester her for daysm and she was right, but she couldn't tell a lie this big and easy to disprove about someone, and keeping ther secret lover anonymous was the only way to make the lie work. After some discussion, Natalie dropped it for now and let her daughter go shower and get some sleep. Grace took a few days off of school, sneaking up the road when her mother was at work, nd picking up the package he had left for her. She opened it at home and inside was a small, wireless web camera and a charm bracelet, something a girl her age would wear. It had a single charm on it and Grace knew it for a memory chip immediately. The last item in the box was a black smartphone. She smiled as she turned it on and dialled the only number in the list. It was him. He answered with video and smiled at her. "Hello, Grace." She smiled back, and looked forward to the days ahead.