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 My idea of what may have happened to that four year old British girl that
went missing in Portugal in 2007.





   Ian sat at the table, lazily finishing his meal, there was no need to
hurry, he glanced across at the two couples opposite, having finished their
meal, they had just started on their second bottle of sangria.  He checked
the bill and left twenty euros on the table, checking his watch once more
he got up and moved to the bar further down the holiday complex.  Sitting
at the bar he ordered himself a beer.  From where he was sitting he could
see the two couples laughing and joking.  As he watched he thought to
himself how stupid and how selfish parents were.

   One of the men got up and spoke to the woman, Ian checked his watch,
almost on time, Ian had watched the man do the same routine for two hours
now, almost on the hour every hour.  Only another hour and he would be on
the way home.

   Home?

   Four years ago he never dreamt his home would have been Spain.  Thinking
back it only seemed like yesterday, where had those four years gone?

   It was four years ago his wife came home early from her mothers and
caught him molesting their year old daughter.  There was talk of calling
the police, after what seemed like forever he managed to persuade his wife
not to report the incident, and in return he would leave the family home,
and give up all rights to his daughter.  His wife agreed to this, on one
proviso, that he would move to a different part of the country, and never
contact either her or their daughter again.  Two hours later, with his
meagre belongings in the back of the car he was driving up the motorway.

   Months later he had a flat, and had been talking on the chat lines to a
guy named Zak, he had found out over a period of weeks that they both
shared the same interests when one night Ian let slip about the incident
with his daughter.  Zak in return sent Ian a photo of his six year old
daughter Becky in a rather provocative pose.  Ian couldn't return the
favour, but Zak didn't seem to mind he was proud of Becky, and sent several
more, each harder then the one preceding.

   They were great pals by now, talking about their fantasies together, and
one night when Ian logged on he found Zak had bought a web cam, and for the
first time he saw Becky.  She was sat on Zaks lap as he fondled her; she
was staring into the web cam smiling, and was obviously enjoying the things
her daddy Zak was doing to her.  Ian watched as Zak slipped his fingers in
her tight smooth slit, and rubbed her pleasure button, he masturbated as he
watched Becky squirming on Zaks lap, and with a sigh of delight Zak brought
her to her orgasm.

   Days later he still couldn't get the sight of Becky out of his mind, and
would ask several times a night if he could meet her.  Whether Zak got fed
up with Ian asking, or maybe Zak wanted Ian to meet Becky was unclear, but
finally after almost a month Zak agreed to Ian's fantasy, and told him he
could meet becky.  A date was set, and Ian gathered some of his clothes,
bought an airline ticket and was off to meet Zak and Becky, in Spain.  Ian
was semi hard the whole of the journey, thinking that maybe Zak would allow
him to do the same with Becky as he had watched Zak do.  But even if he
couldn't touch Becky, maybe Zak would put on a live show for him.  Ian
found the bar where they had arranged to meet, and waited over half an hour
before Zak arrived, he had brought Becky.  Becky was even lovelier in the
flesh then she had been on the web cam and Ian felt himself getting aroused
once more as he stared at her.  Becky was slim, with dark shoulder length
hair, she was wearing a tight fitting top which showed of her little
preteen nipples, although only tiny bumps.  She was wearing a loose fitting
blue skirt that was half way up her thighs showing of her incredibly
suntanned legs.  Ian wanted her more then anything in the world and Zak was
no fool he knew how Ian felt about his daughter.

   Ian spent the afternoon and part of the evening with them both, he still
hadn't found any where to stay, but that didn't bother him, he wanted to
spend as much time with Becky as he could.  Late in the evening Zak asked
Ian where he was planning on staying, Ian told him he hadn't got anywhere
at the moment, Zak suggested that maybe he would like to stay with Becky
and him self for a few days.  Ian thought after, that he probably sounded
too eager, when he said yes, but every moment he could spend with Becky was
fine by him.  As they walked back to the car park, Becky was holding her
dads hand and his own.

   Ian's eyes followed the father as he got to the apartment, and watched
as he unlocked the door and entered.  Ian paid for his beer and drank up,
it was almost time.  He sat on the wall as he watched the father close the
door, and start back towards the restaurant, he began to walk up the steps
toward the apartment the father had just come from, stopping half way to
look back at the man, he spoke to his wife and sat down.  Ian waited
another minute for the couples to begin laughing as before, and then
climbed the last of the steps.  Instead of going toward the front door, he
headed around the back, he had taken note of the complex lay out, and had
been to the rear of this apartment many times in the few days he had been
there.

   He stepped over the small bush which surrounded the family's patio area,
glancing around to be sure no one else was around; he walked to the patio
door.  It was one of the cheap locks on the door; they always were on these
complexes.  He pulled the door, but it didn't move, taking a knife from his
pocket he pushed the blade between the door post and the lock, and pulled
down sharply, the door was now unlocked.  Thinking to himself they put bars
at the windows, but the cheapest locks possible on the doors.  He pulled it
open a few inches, it rattled as it moved, stopping for a moment to look,
first inside the living room, and then around out side, he silently crept
in.  The first bedroom had two cots in the corner, he walked silently over
to them, two twin girls lay there about six months old.

   The second room was the parents, he looked across the hall and there was
the third bedroom.  Opening it quietly he peered around the door, there lay
his prize.  Taking a cloth from is pocket and a small bottle; he allowed a
few doors to fall on the cloth.  He stepped nearer the bed, almost kneeling
now; he placed the cloth over the girl's mouth and nose.  Her arms moved,
as if to push the cloth away, he held it tight, and soon the movement had
stopped.  Looking once again at his watch, if the father continued his
routine he had at least forty five minutes before he would revisit the
children, plenty of time for him to make his way out of town, and on to the
main road.

   Lifting the little bundle in his arms, draping a dressing gown around
her he once again stepped into the warm night air.  He walked with a little
haste, but not enough to arouse suspicion had he been seen.  He was just a
father taking his sleeping child back to the apartment.  He arrived at the
edge of the car park, and from the cover of a large van surveyed the area.
It was quiet, reaching in his pocket he pulled out his keys, pushed the
button.  The car lights flashed twice.

   He walked quickly to the car, placing his little bundle on the back
seat, covering her with a blanket, got in the drivers seat and started the
engine, he still had at least forty minutes he calculated.  He was soon out
the complex and on a side road, he mustn't hurry though, he drove steadily,
soon he was passing through the town, and in a few moments he would be on
the main road.  Another look at his watch told him he still had thirty
minutes.

   Now on the main road he headed toward the border, in less then an hour
he would be out of Portugal and into Spain.  By the time he was in Spain he
knew the parents would be frantic with worry, the mother probably crying,
being consoled by one of her dinner friends.  While the husband and others
would be searching the complex.  He had left the patio door open on
purpose; perhaps their daughter had woken up and gone looking for her
parents.  While they searched for her, it gave him a few more precious
moments.

   When they had completed the search, and no trace of her could be found,
the police would be called.  He calculated that it would take another three
or four hours before the police decided to watch the ports and airports,
and to perhaps close the border crossings.  By which time he would many
kilometres into Spain.  He did feel a little regret that the parents had
lost their eldest child, but had they not put them selves first, and gone
out for a meal leaving their children in the apartment alone, they would
still have her now.  He had contemplated taking the twins too, but being
babies they would be far more trouble then a 5 year old.

   Another three hours and he would be almost back at Zak's villa.

   Ian had stayed with Zak and Becky that first night, and he had got his
wish, he watched Zak molesting Becky, as he had on the web cam, Becky
showed no sign of shyness or fright, it was something that Becky had been
brought up to enjoy.  Ian watched as Zak rubbed her little button and slid
his fingers inside little Beckys fun tunnel.  She was squirming on his lap
as he once again brought her to orgasm, Ian sitting opposite masturbating,
Becky had watched Ian toy with his penis.  He had never seen anything so
sexy and erotic in all his life.

   Becky had a long day, and after almost thirty minutes of molesting, and
two wonderful orgasms she was sent to bed.

   Zak and Ian opened a bottle of wine and they sat talking in the warm
night air.

   Zak trusted Ian now, and revealed his life story to him.

   Zak had moved to Spain when he was a teenager and had got a job working
as a wind surfing instructor.  During which time he had made friends with a
guy who revealed his interest in young children.  Zak was some what taken
back by this, but over the next two months had taken part in several sex
acts with young girls.

   As time progressed Zaks new friend told him about an "agency", which
would buy children, mainly girls, which had been taken from careless
parents, transport them to a safe house and then sell them to eastern block
countries.  There was always a demand for young girls of European origin,
and they paid very well.  Soon after Zak accompanied the man on a mission
to kidnap a young lady.

   He was present when the man finally sold his prize to a Polish man.  Zak
received half of the bounty, and it was then that Zak realised just how
easy it was, not only to take the children, but how easy it was to make
money.

   With in a few months he was moving from country to country, along the
Mediterranean coast line, all popular holiday resorts, finding and finally
selecting his next victim.

   By the time Zak had met Ian he had taken fourteen children, over a four
year period.

   It was on one of these missions as Zak called them that he had found
Becky.  He had booked into a resort for three days, and spent two days
watching the girls and parents movements, several would leave their
children at night asleep, while they went for a meal.  He had picked out a
pretty dark haired girl.  The last night on the complex he would take her.
After waiting for the parent to check on the children, he would strike.

   But much to his disappointment, when the parent returned to his wife the
four year old girl was with her father.  He knew however that she had a
younger sister of a year, so he would cut his loses by taking her.  All
went to plan as it always had, and he got back to his flat with the baby.

   Then things took a turn, for better or worse he didn't know.

   Zak had to care for the babies needs, after finding out the "agency"
didn't want babies; it would be at least another year before Zak could sell
her.

   Over several months Zak had grown attached to her, and was now regarding
her as his own.  Immediately he had taken her and began caring for her he
had also started molesting her.  Becky as Zak named her was now calling him
daddy, by the age of two she was used to his fingers entering her, and his
mouth around her most private part, she came to expect it.  He loved her.

   At three she had lost her virginity to his fingers, at four he had tried
to have intercourse with her, but by now Zak loved Becky very much, and
didn't like the thought of hurting her, which he would have done if he
tried to penetrate her.  Instead he began teaching her how to give him oral
sex, something Becky enjoyed and was very good at.

   He put intercourse out of his mind and was content for a while with her
oral expertise, but at five he couldn't contain himself and tried again, he
had to, he couldn't stand the thought of not fucking her little pussy any
longer.

   When at last he did penetrate her, it still caused her a lot of pain,
but over the coming months she had began to get used to his invasion.  At
seven she had her first orgasm, although she had always got aroused and
moist with his playtime as Zak called it.

   And now at nine years she was an expert in all things sexual, she
enjoyed the nights on the web cam.  Becky had become used to having new
young friends around, even though it was only for a short while, and she
would watch has her father invaded their bodies.

   She would console them when they cried, and tell them that her father,
Zak, loved them very much, and daddy's did that to little girls when they
loved them.

   She was a big asset to Zak in smoothing away any problems that occurred.
And when the Polish man came to collect the girls, Becky would pleasure
him, which in turn would earn him not only respect from the "agency", but
also some extra euros.

   Ian sat amazed at the revelations he had heard, he hadn't realised just
how much money could be made from other peoples stupidity and selfishness.
Finally Ian agreed to join Zak in kidnapping the little ones, Zak would
stay at home, while Ian would go and take a little girl.  Becky would
befriend them, and smooth out any problems during the short period of time
the men kept her, with Beckys help, she would be trained in sexual matters.

   When it was Zaks turn to go a few months later, when things had settled
down Zak would leave Becky with Ian for three or four days, in which time
Becky would perform and allow Ian to perform any sex acts he wanted.  Becky
had two daddies now, she was a very lucky girl, and they both loved Becky
very much, and showed their love constantly.

   At last life had turned around for Ian.

   Ian glanced in the rear view mirror; she was stirring on the back seat.
He pulled off the road, the sun just rising, casting a beam of light across
the hills.  He opened the rear door, the little girl now saw the stranger
for the first time.

   "Where's my mummy and daddy?" she asked looking around her.  "They
aren't here angel."

   Tears began to stream down her face, Ian hated this part.

   "Where are they I want my mummy" "They have been a bad mummy and daddy."
She was screaming now her eyes full and tears rolling down her cheeks.  "I
want my mummy where is she?" Climbing up to look around she couldn't see
any one.

   "We had to take you away from them; they have been very bad and left you
all alone." "I want to see them." "I'm sorry, you won't ever see them
again, I am taking you to meet your new daddy, he wants a little girl like
you and will love you, and your old daddy didn't love you." "Yes he did
love me, where is he?" "No, he didn't he left you alone while he went out,
I saw him.  But I know another man who will love you much more then your
old daddy and will never leave you alone.  She was sobbing out of control
now.

   Ian reached in the bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle containing
pills; taking one from the bottle he dropped it into a glass of water.  It
quickly dissolved, "here drink this, it will make you feel better." Pushing
her arm out, "I don't want it I want my mummy." "If you are good and drink
this then maybe you will see your mummy." Feeling a little reassured she
took the glass and drank the water.

   "What's your name?" "Sara, when can I see my mummy?" "Soon Sara, soon."

   He watched as once again her eyes became heavy, and Ian lay her back
down, they would keep her quiet for an hour or two, by which time he will
be home, and they could let Becky explain why she wouldn't see her mummy or
daddy again.  He climbed back into the driver's seat and returned to the
road.

   Ian had only an hour to go and he would be home.

   As always Ian felt great relief as he turned off the main road on to a
narrow track.  He passed through a small village, already people were
milling around beginning to start their day, they took no notice of him,
another kilometre and he turned on to a dusty track.  A sudden feeling of
relief over whelmed him as he settled back to complete the last two
kilometres of his long journey, he watched as Sara bounced about on the
rear seat, he slowed down he didn't want to wake her.

   Zak was already standing at the door, having seen the approaching dust
trail behind Ian.  Ian pulled up outside the door, and got out.  "How did
you get on?" asked Zak Ian didn't answer; instead he opened the rear door,
lent forward and picked up the little bundle.  Zak watched Ian enter as he
held the door, Ian laid the bundle on the sofa, uncovering her face, she
was till sleeping.  He went to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge,
when he returned Zak was sitting cowering over their prize.

   "She's lovely Ian, you did well." "Prettiest on the complex, you would
think with an angel like that they wouldn't leave her alone, but they did."
"Just as well for us that they did, but you are right, I know I couldn't
leave her alone at all." Ian realised that Zak hadn't grasped what he had
meant, he was already uncovering the little girl and pulling her pink
nightie up.  Zak just couldn't leave any girl alone; he had to touch them
all.

   Sara was naked under her nightie and Zak just sat and stared as her
little virgin slit came into view, rubbing his hands gently over her
hairless mound.  "One of the prettiest we have had Ian, Becky will be
pleased to have a new play mate, and in a few days when my Becky has worked
her magic I will be her playmate too." Ian sat watching as Zak ran his
hands over her thighs, feeling her smooth skin move under his touch.

   "Well I'm going to bed; it's been a long night." "Did any one see you?"
"Not a soul when like a dream, another couple of hours it will be on the
news I expect, poor souls, but they should have taken more care of her."
"Ill wake you in the afternoon Ian." "Ok, but leave her alone," pointing at
Sara.  "No touching her." "As if I would," he smiled.  Ian knew Zak well
enough by now to know that without mentioning it Zak would have taken her
virginity in seconds.

   Ian climbed into the bed exhausted it had indeed been a long night.

   The sun was streaming through the window when Ian woke up, from his bed
he could see it was a hot sultry day again.  Feeling rested after his sleep
he slipped on his shorts and went out to the lounge, Sara had gone, and
Becky wasn't anywhere to be seen.

   "Where are the girls Zak?" "Becky has taken her to the pool." "How is
she now?" "Still very tearful and cries a lot, Becky is doing her best to
calm her down." "Anything on the news about her?" "Just the usual
hysterical mother, angry father, police saying the have no leads but are
widening their search." "Serves them fucking right leaving that doll alone
in her room, while they had a good time, bet they aren't having a good time
now." "No they aren't but I bet within a week their daughter will be having
a wonderful time, when I get my hands on her." "You will have to wait Zak
until Becky tells you its ok, let her convince her first she has a better
life ahead of her, then the one she has left behind." "Ok, ok, I know."
"Sara hasn't seen any news as she?" "No, Becky took her out side before it
came on." "Good."

   Ian got himself a beer from the fridge and was just on his way out the
door when Zak told him, "I think the sheikh may like this one, he loves
blonde British girls, he will pay handsomely for her, Ill take her picture
later and mail it to him, what you think?" "You're in charge of that, where
ever you think you can get the most money." "Ill email him not and tell him
what we have and tell him Ill send a picture later then." Zak turned on the
computer, Ian walked out side into the hot summer sun.

   The sun was blazing down; he reached in his pocket and put his
sunglasses on and walked round to the pool, and sat on a lounger watching
the two girls.  Becky was naked but Sara still had Becky's panties on.  She
seemed a bit happier he thought as the two played together, probably having
someone nearer her own age made her feel better.  He watched for several
moment the two girls unaware he was there watching them.

   Becky climbed out the pool and was about to dive in when she spotted him
sipping on his beer, "Ian your back." She ran to him and threw her arms
around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips." "Did you miss me Beck?" "I
always do you know that," she looked across at Sara, who stood there frozen
to the spot.  "Come and meet Ian he's my second dad." She didn't move, she
repeated the last sentence again, she shook her head.  "Why he's a nice
man?" "He took me away from my daddy and mummy, I don't like him." "He only
took you because they didn't love you." She wouldn't come to Ian, she was
frightened and scared, and began to cry once more as she remembered her
mummy kissing her before she went to bed, and he daddy saying her loved her
very much.  "You go and play with her cheer her up Becky we can talk
later."

   Becky ran off and dived in the water, making a huge splash, she climbed
the ladder and spoke to Sara, she turned and walked to the pool edge, and
looking round again to make sure Ian hadn't moved jumped into the water. 
Ian could see Sara didn't like him there and finally got up and went back
inside to Zak.

   "I've had an email back he's interested in her, told him Ill send a
naked photo later today.  If we agree and he wants her, his man will come
in three or four days to collect her." Ian knew the details off by heart,
the sheikh would bribe someone, who would then allow his man to take the
girl on board no questions asked, and he would then fly the girl in the
sheikh's private jet back home, where a waiting car would whisk her away to
his palace.  Ian knew the sheikh paid more then the far eastern contacts or
the eastern block contacts, but even then her preferred them to go to
either of them, when a girl went to the sheikh they were never heard of
again, and he would want another girl in less then a month.  It didn't take
much figuring out what happened to the girls, in fact the sheikhs man did
let a few details out when he had been drinking once when he was collecting
a girl.

   The Sheikh wanted virgins; he would be brutal to them, raping them. 
Then he would torture some by putting things in their tiny bodies that
couldn't possibly fit, but he made them go in their bodies just the same.
When he tired of them, normally after week or two he would had the girl to
his body guards to do as they liked with.  This would finally end with the
girl's death; the body would be taken into the desert and dumped, left for
the wild animals to get rid of every trace of her.  No Ian didn't like the
girls going there, at least they has some kind life in the far east, the
owner would make as much as possible out of the girls, and they would live
and earn for several years, he had even heard of some being released.  Ian
had little say in the matter, it was Zak who had the contacts and decided
who would pay most, so Ian went along with it.

   "After we have eaten tonight and Becky as bathed our little guess I
shall go and that photo, and that's not all I'm going to take." He laughed
a devilish laugh and made a motion with his hands, indicating that he would
fuck the little girl later.  "She has to be a virgin Zak you know that, or
she's worthless, the guy will check before he takes her." "Who said I would
fuck her cunt, no Ian I'm having that cute arse, its been weeks since I've
had a cute five year old arse, and she's going to get my full length
whether she can take it or not, she's fucking going to get it, and a load
of spunk in her mouth to.  Ill leave you to amuse Becky, I'm spending the
night with Sara, that's her name right Sara?  "Yes her names Sara."

   There was little Ian could do, only ignore the screams that would almost
be audible in the village.  "Where's the sedative Ian, and that stuff you
injection to help numb the pain?" "In the top drawer, over there." "I think
she will need a little quieting down later." Ian when back outside and sat
in the shade, he wasn't keen on Zak's idea, but as before there was little
he could do to change things.  Hopefully if all goes well in a another two
or three years he would have enough money to pack it all in, and live the
life of a wealthy man, but until then he has to grin and bare it.

   Dinner time over Sara didn't eat anything, although Becky tried to coax
her she refused.  Zak took them both for a bath; Becky returned without
Sara and sat watching the television.  Zak took Sara straight to his
bedroom and came out few moments later and picked up the camera and a small
bag.  Ian followed him into the bedroom, he had Sara naked sitting on the
bed, he took the camera out and told her to stand.  She was crying not
knowing what was going to happen to her, Zak knelt and took a full length
naked photo, then got her to pose with her back to him then both side
views. He then lay her on the bed with her wide open and took one of her in
that pose followed by another close up of her little smooth pussy and arse.
He handed Sara a drink and told her to drink it, being too frightened to do
anything else she drank the sedative.  He then had her bend over in a
kneeling position her arse in the air, he took the needle and pushed it
deep in both her cheeks, getting as close to her brown spot as possible.

   Ian watched as she lay crying her eyes out, then followed Zak to the
living room.  "Ill email these to the Sheikh by that time the sedative and
numbing should have taken effect, then I'm having her." "She has to be a
virgin Zak remember that." "She will be don't you trust me?" No, Ian didn't
trust him, once his lust for little girls took over there was no
controlling him.  "She's worthless if she not a virgin you know that." "She
will be."

   Zak emailed the photos and switched off the lap top, Ian followed Zak
back to the bedroom.  "Want me to call you when I'm finished with her, you
can take your turn?" "No Ill be with Becky." He thought it best not to
mention what Zak was about to do disgusted him, but then if it wasn't Zak
it would be someone else, but if it were someone else he wouldn't have to
hear her screams.  He stood by the door as Zak lifted Sara's now limp body
onto the table in the centre of the room.  She head turned to watch what he
was doing, she was still awake, and Ian hoped the numbing injection would
help her but he doubted it.  Zak reached for some lubricating jelly, and
smeared her arse hole with it, pushing a finger inside causing Sara to
flinch and try to move away.  He then smothered his hard cock in jelly, and
moved his cock to her starfish, lining up with her hole he pushed gently at
first.  She screamed as an inch of his meat entered her, she tried to crawl
up the table away from the intruder, he held her tight to the table with
one hand, and with out any regard for Sara he pushed hard.  Forcing his
length to burst her hole causing it to bleed, he began fucking her arse,
and from where Ian stood he could see Zak had most of his seven inches in
her.  Sara was screaming and crying, trying to escape, but now he was
inside her he had two hands to hold her, then he began violently fucking
her arse.

   Ian walked out and turned the tele up to drown the screams, and then
back to the pool.  Becky was swimming, she knew what her dad was doing to
Sara, and she had witnessed it so many times before, and like Ian didn't
want to hear the screams.  Ian lay on the lounger in the warm night air and
watched Becky swim.  All he could hear was the television now, and to all
intense and purposes he was alone with Becky.

   Becky saw Ian and climbed out the pool, he watched her as the sunset
shone on the water droplets making them sparkle, her hair wet and clinging
to her shoulders, she was a beautiful little girl.  "Where's dad?" "With
Sara." She sat beside him, knowing that in the morning she would have to
try and comfort Sara from her ordeal that she had experienced the night
before from her father.  She reached down and pulled the front of Ian's
shorts down, and took his limp penis in her hand, lowered her head to him
and took him deep into her mouth.  Soon he was erect, he stroked Becky's
thigh, "why don't we sleep under the stars tonight?" he asked her.  She
nodded, Ian pulled the mattress that was beside the pool toward them, and
they both lay down.  Becky resumed what had been doing as Ian slipped her
body into a position that he could reach Becky with his mouth.  They spent
the night alone in the quiet making love, and it was beautiful for Ian, and
he hoped Becky, much better then forcing himself on her as Zak had with
Sara.

   Becky went straight to Sara in the morning; they didn't see Sara for the
rest of the day.  In the evening Zak again gave her a sedative, and she
remained in her room for the next three days until the sheikh's man came to
collect her.  Zak didn't fuck Sara again, he had sated his lust on her, he
wanted someone new.

   The stranger inspected Sara to be sure she was still a virgin, she was,
but wasn't happy that her arse was bruised and raw.  He told Zak if another
girl was like that the sale wouldn't go through.  He loaded her into a
wooden box, still sedated heavily and loaded her into a black van.  Ian
stood at the door as the van drove off, watching the trail of dust as it
went down the lane.  He wondered how much longer Sara had to live, not very
long he concluded.  He went back inside Zak was counting the money the man
had brought, fifty thousand euros, a lot of money by all standards, and
much more then his other clients would pay, but to the sheikh it was just
small change.

   Two days later Zak was in the car, kissed Becky good bye telling her he
would be back inside of a week.  He was heading towards France.  They both
watched as his van drove down the dusty lane, Ian had Becky alone for a
week; he loved the time alone with her, as did she.  Ian was gentle with
her unlike her father.

   Two days later Ian got a call from Zak, "Jackpot Ian," "What you mean
jackpot?" "I got two little girls, one four the other six, their dumb mum
left them in the car while she went shopping, stupid fucking bitch and all
I had to do was steal the car.  I've dumped the car and in my van now, I've
drugged them both they are both out for the count, I'm going to call in at
Jacques for a few days till things quieten down, he would love to see these
two.  We will have to sell them else where they wont be any good for the
sheikh, both are dark haired and French, and after Jacque and I had done
they will be soiled.  Take care of Becky, Ill ring in a few days when I'm
on my way back."

   Ian replaced the phone and went to the pool, Becky was swimming she
loved the water.  He thought briefly of Sara, she was probably dead now at
the hands of the sheikh.  And Zak would be on the way back soon with two
more, they would go to the Far East, at least they will have a life.  And
the forty thousand euros for them, he would receive twenty would boost his
bank balance.  Soon he would be able to take Becky and retire from all
this.