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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Lil Orphan Mandie 

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Lil Orphan Mandie (Mf, reluc, ped, oral, anal)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A tragedy leads to taboo sexual discoveries when a cop 
takes his work home with him.

***

I was cooling my heels and waiting for the clock to 
strike five before punching out and going home. There was 
something to say about working 'Juvie', you always went 
home early, or at least on time. It was Friday and I was 
the last 'badge' left in the office. The rest of the 
uniformed officers had played the seniority card and left 
at four. 

The handful of civilian case workers and secretaries knew 
better than to bother with me and they gave me 
surreptitious glances as I sat back in the old wooden 
swivel chair and plopped my feet down on top of the desk. 
There was a dark cloud over my head and even the younger 
women, who had been shameless in their flirtatious 
behavior, were staying away.

Not only was I stuck in Juvenile Detention/Family 
Services while serving out my probation for striking a 
reporter, but these other assholes were lording it over 
me. I'd been eleven years on the force and the last three 
of those as Detective Second in Robbery/Homicide. I was 
on the fast track and everyone knew it. 

I was still young enough to qualify, and I had enough 
time in grade and service, to apply for the Lieutenant's 
exam, but now there was this little wrinkle. I'd punched 
a television reporter. Worse than that, I'd done it while 
the camera was running. The guy deserved it; everyone 
agreed on that point, even his bosses at Channel Seven 
had sent the PD an apology, but I had lost my cool and 
had to be punished for it. 		

We had been in foot pursuit of an armed robber, who had 
been identified as the same man that had robbed a dozen 
other convenience stores in the last month. He was 
violent and had put several people in the hospital. The 
news van had picked up the pursuit on its police scanner 
and had careened onto the scene. My partner and I were 
about fifty feet behind the perp and we were gaining. 

We were stomping down an alley way, heading for a surface 
street that the perp had just crossed and he was winging 
it down the continuation of the alley way. The news van 
had come to a screeching halt at the mouth of the alley 
and blocked our way. It had happened so quickly that my 
partner had bounced off the side of the van and fallen 
down. I had banged onto the side of the van and yelled, 
"Move! Move! Get out of the Way!"

There was the sound of a door sliding open and then the 
van backed up. I made a step to continue the pursuit, but 
came face to face with the reporter and cameraman. 

"Officer," the newsman had shouted at me, "can you tell 
us if this is the notorious 'Candy Bandit' that you are 
pursuing?"

I had been so stunned that I had just gawped at him for a 
second. The media had started calling this guy the 'Candy 
Bandit' when it was found out that he always grabbed a 
handful of candy bars along with the cash. A sure sign of 
an addict.  I was stuck in place and couldn't get around 
the news team without shoving through them. I figured the 
perp was long gone and when I looked down the opposite 
alleyway, I was stunned to see the perp assuming a two 
handed firing stance and aiming our way. 

"Get out of the way," I screamed as I brought up my 
'nine'.

The newsman's eyes had bugged out and he had yelled, 
"What? Are you gonna shoot us?" 

His answer came in the form of a nine millimeter slug 
whizzing past his left ear and ricocheting off a brick 
wall.  I had shoved him out of the way and snapped off a 
shot of my own, which surprisingly struck the perp in the 
right shoulder and knocked him onto his ass. I was 
probably more surprised than anyone that I had actually 
hit him. Actually hitting anything at a hundred feet with 
a handgun is a lot more difficult than television will 
lead you to believe. 

I had helped my partner to his feet and we'd radioed for 
help and an ambulance. We cautiously approached the 
suspect and found him struggling to stem the flow of 
blood coming from a hole high up near his clavicle. He 
spat curses at us as we kicked away his gun and put him 
in cuffs. 

The news team was 'johny on the spot' and the newsman 
kept up a running commentary, trying to get the wounded 
perp to identify himself and telling the viewing audience 
that he thought they had just seen the use of excessive 
force. I had asked them to move to the mouth of the 
alley, but they hadn't budged. I had asked them again and 
the newsman had stuck the microphone in my face and asked 
me for my name and badge number.

"All right," I had finally said, "that's it. Move to the 
head of the alley or I'm going to arrest you for 
hindrance."

The guy apparently started thinking 'Pulitzer' and stood 
his ground. I had raised my arms horizontal to the ground 
and started moving forward and bumping into him as though 
I was pushing back a crowd. He tried hard to hold his 
ground, but he was smart enough not to push back. His 
foot struck a rock or something and he slipped and fell 
to the ground. He'd jumped right back up and started 
yelling lawsuit. Then he said the magic words. 

He called me a bad cop. He said I was just like all those 
guys in L.A., who were beating up minorities and taking 
money for bribes and working with the gang bangers. I'd 
reached my breaking point and figured in for a penny, in 
for a pound; and I'd hauled off and cold cocked the 
bastard. 

He went down like a house of cards and lie in the dirt 
and grime of the alleyway. Not a hair out of place. 
Adding insult to injury, I had rolled him onto his side 
and using a pair of nylon cuffs, I tied his hands behind 
his back. I had stood up and faced the camera and picked 
up the mike. 

"Failure to comply with a lawful order," I had said, 
speaking evenly and then tossed the mike onto the ground. 
"What about you?" I had asked the cameraman and he had 
seen the light and moved back to the news van.

The next hour was pretty much a blur. Ambulances, prowl 
cars, news vans, and all manner of other vehicles and 
pedestrians started pulling up to the scene. The perp was 
trundled into an ambulance and taken away. The entire 
time, people were just casually walking around the prone 
figure of the newsman. 

He had gotten to a sitting position after a while, but he 
was still a little groggy and couldn't find his feet. I 
had a couple of uniforms load him into the back of their 
radio car to await transportation. I was going to press 
the charges. Suddenly, I had found my field of vision 
being filled by my captain. He didn't look happy.

"Well, Wild Bill," he had said, "do you know where I was 
about three hours ago?"

"No, sir," I had answered, knowing whatever I said would 
be wrong anyway.

"I was sitting in the chief's office with all the other 
division captains, trying to stay awake for our monthly 
budget meeting."

"Yes, sir," I had said, knowing there was more coming.

"That sweet little secretary of the chief's. You know who 
I mean don't you Bill?" He had asked.

"Uh... you mean Emily, captain?" I had asked.

"That's right. Emily! I remember you'd been boffing her 
for a while hadn't you, Bill?"

"We dated for a bit, sir," I answered, wishing he'd get 
to the point.

"Well. Sweet little Emily followed that great set of 
lungs into the chief's office and told him that there was 
live coverage of a couple of officers in foot pursuit of 
the 'Candy Bandit' on television. So! The chief had her 
turn on the set in his office and we all watched the 
chopper footage of my two very best detectives humping 
down these alleys, jumping over fences, avoiding traffic, 
dogs, and all kinds of ne'er-do-wells. Just like in the 
fucking movies." 

At this point he paused and made a motion as though 
wiping away a tear. "It made my heart proud." " But 
then," he suddenly added with a little animation in his 
face, "the news switched over to this pansy assed mother 
fucker who was reporting in from the ground and we were 
all surprised to see Officer 'Wild Bill' Madison pointing 
a nine millimeter Glock at the viewing audience. Well, I 
can say we were all relieved when it turned out you were 
simply returning fire and actually managed to hit that 
piece of shit from about a hundred feet off." 

"Hell of a shot! Wasn't it, Captain?" My partner said 
from behind the Captain's left shoulder.

The Captain had turned and burned a hole into Frank, who 
had slinked away.

"Yes, sir," I had said, but didn't know why.

"I tell you, it was pure 'D' magic," the Captain 
continued, "I mean, everybody was shaking my hand and the 
chief was patting me on the back and then you had to go 
and fuck it up, didn't you?"

"I guess so, Captain," I had said, figuring anything else 
would only piss him off.

"Now, I don't really give a shit that you bent that 
asshole's beak a little. He had it coming. We all saw 
that, but TO DO IT ON FUCKING LIVE TELEVISION IS THE 
STUPIDEST FUCKING THING ANY OF US HAVE SEEN SINCE NIXON 
ERASED THE FUCKING TAPES."

I had winced a little as he yelled the last part, but 
being who I am, I had to ask.

"What about the part where I said, 'failure to comply 
with a..." 

That's as far as I got, because the chief's face turned a 
bright red and his eyes a deep black. He had spun around 
and stomped away. Frank had come up and draped a hand 
across my shoulders. 

"Well, son," he had said, "what's it gonna be? Traffic or 
meters?"

I'd looked over right then to where the news man sat in 
the back of the cop car and seen him looking my way and 
smiling. I'd made a move for my gun and seen his eyes pop 
wide open as his face had slid below window level. 

So, that's how I wound up being blackballed all the way 
down to Juvie for three months probation. I guess they 
had enough meter maids. I'd been a minor celebrity for 
about a week and the footage of the arrest and the 
following uh... confrontation had even made it onto 
national news, which had caused me to get a ton of calls 
from long lost friends and all of my relatives. 

My dad thought the whole thing was a kick in the pants 
and he laughed and shook his head every time he saw me. 
He was still on the force and was getting ready to pull 
the pin at the age of fifty-five. On the upside, every 
cop groupie in town wanted to suck my dick, and I hadn't 
had to buy a drink for a week. I'd even met that sexy 
little news anchor at Channel Seven when I'd gone over to 
do my on air apology to the little asshole for my 'acting 
out in the heat of the moment.'

The little faggot had been wearing about a yard of tape 
and a pound of gauze on his shnoz. I'd been shaking hands 
all around when I felt a piece of paper being pressed 
into my palm and looked up to find the doe-eyed Eurasian 
anchor giving me a wink. I'd unfolded the paper later and 
found a phone number and the words, 'phone me, if you're 
single' scribbled on it in pink ink. I had, and we did, 
and we would again. Soon.

So, I was lamenting my wounded pride and watching the 
clock do its slow march to freedom when the phone rang. I 
glanced over and then took my feet down off the desk and 
grabbed for the 'blower'. The light for line four had 
been blinking, which meant that we were getting a call 
from dispatch. Something I hadn't seen happen in the two 
weeks I'd been there. I was sort of hoping it was a 
family dispute so that I could maybe get a chance to pop 
some fat asshole in the face for beating his wife or his 
kids. 

A familiar voice told me that they had a 'see the man' 
call and I'd asked why the hell they were calling juvie. 
The dispatch sergeant had laughed when he realized who he 
was talking to and told me because it had to do with an 
abandoned child. 

I told him I was alone and to feed the call to someone 
else, but he said I was the only unit available and that 
I was expected to respond. I cursed and wrote down the 
address. I looked at the clock as I walked out. It was 
4:59. I grabbed a set of keys and went down to the garage 
to find something to fit them. I got into the old beat up 
Ford Escort without lights and siren and drove out to 
respond. 

I pulled up to the house. It was one of those in a mixed 
neighborhood where you know the couple are retired. 
Everything was neatly trimmed and painted. Little dwarfs 
leaned over mushrooms like they were trying to hump them 
and an assortment of other little sculptures decorated 
the yard. It was like a miniature fun forest without the 
miniature screaming kids. The door opened as I pulled out 
and a heavyset old geezer came huffing out. 

He had a nervous habit of pulling up on his trousers as 
though they were about to fall down, but I don't know how 
since he was wearing suspenders and a belt. There was a 
four-inch gap between the pants and his shoes and I could 
see he was wearing support hose. He was smiling and 
pleasant and offered me his hand. I shook and introduced 
myself then asked where the child was. Well, he wasn't 
going to give in that easy. He had to tell me the entire 
story from beginning to end. 

It seemed that about four days prior he had gotten up to 
find the lid taken off his garbage can and a lot of the 
trash strewn about. His neighbor had had the same thing 
happen. They thought it was raccoons again, but if it 
was, they had been awfully quiet. The next day, the same 
thing happened, so Mr. Krupnik had stayed up late and 
listened, but hadn't heard anything the following night. 
The next day, the cans had been opened again. 

On the fourth night, he had stayed up and sat by the back 
door. He'd heard a slight rattle and had turned on the 
back porch light and had been surprised to see a small 
child rooting through his garbage. The child had run off 
and Krupnik had stopped to pull on some pants and put on 
some shoes so by the time he got outside there was no 
trace of her. He led me around to the back of his house 
and I saw that all the houses on this side of the street 
backed onto one of the county's emergency storm drains. 
Large waterways and tunnels like you'd seen on Terminator 
II. 

Krupnik told me he had seen little footprints in the dirt 
and had followed them to where there was a hole in the 
fence, which the county hadn't fixed, even though he had 
called them about it years ago. He said he had looked 
down into the cement basin and a movement had caught his 
eye. A small child had been standing in the mouth of one 
of the overflow pipes and had disappeared inside when 
she'd been spotted. He said he'd been watching the pipe 
ever since he'd called and unless she'd snuck out while 
we were talking, the child should still be in there. 

I thanked him and slid and shimmied down the grass verge 
and then the slanting cement wall. I'd crossed about 
forty feet up from the overflow pipe and hugged the wall 
as I approached. I tried not to make any noise and 
grabbed my four cell flash off of my Sam Browne and 
illuminated the interior of the cement culvert. 

My actions were greeted by a small shriek and I'd found 
myself looking into the wild and frightened eyes of a 
child. She had backed away from me, but there was a grate 
about four feet in and she could go no further. I 
crouched in the opening of the pipe so that she could see 
my uniform and tried to coax her out. I didn't want to 
traumatize her.

"Hi! Sweetheart," I said, modulating my tone to soften 
it, "what are you doing in there? Have you lost your 
mommy?"

Nothing.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Nada.

"I'm Bill. My friends call me 'Wild Bill'. You can call 
me Wild Bill too, if you want. What's your name?"

This time there came a tiny murmur.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I didn't hear you. Did you say 
'a man'?"

"Amanda!" She said with a little more 'oomph' to it this 
time.

"Amanda!" I repeated. "What a pretty name. I bet you're a 
pretty girl too. Why don't you come out so I can see 
you?"

"Mommy told me to stay inside," was her reply.

"Mommy did? Well, she wanted to make sure you were safe, 
but you won't be any safer than with me. See, I'm a 
policeman," I had said in a singsong fashion.

"Mommy hates the policemen," she said.

"She does?" I asked with a laugh, but inside I realized 
that my task had just gotten that much harder. "Where is 
your mommy? She hasn't been back for a long time has 
she?"

"Mommy said for me to wait here and not talk to anybody," 
Amanda said and I thought I heard a tear in her voice.

"Where did your mommy go, Amanda?"

"She went with the bad man," Amanda said.

"Do you know which bad man she went with, Amanda?"

"Lex," she whispered.

"Lex?" I repeated and thought for a second. "You mean 
Lexington? Is the bad man really tall and have red hair?"

"Uh hun," Amanda whispered.

Lexington Rowls was a crack dealer who ran a string of 
'hos' on the side. Vice and Narco had been trying to nail 
his ass for a long time, but he was an intelligent man. I 
asked Amanda where her mother had gone with the bad man 
and she told me that they had climbed up the bank next to 
the drain pipe. She said she'd heard a loud bang and then 
a car had gone away. I shuddered with a premonition and 
told Amanda not to go anywhere and I stood up. She had 
whispered a tiny 'okay'. I looked over across the way and 
saw Mr. Krupnik with another old geezer and I yelled out 
to them.

"Mr. Krupnik. You remember hearing any gun shots in the 
last week or so?"

"I called you guys about that last Saturday. Didn't they 
tell you?" He yelled back and then went into a fit of 
smokers cough. 

The other old geezer yelled back.

"Is the child okay? She hasn't been shot has she? You 
want us to come down and help?"

"You gentleman stay right there okay. I may need you to 
do something else."

I scrambled up the side of the drain and pushed my way 
through some thick bushes. I came out onto a dirt road. 
It was probably a county maintenance road. I sniffed the 
air and smelled the stench of rotting garbage. Or was it? 
I followed the smell and as I got closer I could hear the 
buzzing of blue bottle flies. I knew what I was going to 
find and steeled myself for the sight. I parted some 
bushes and found Amanda's mother. 

She was lying face down in the dirt and a large black 
stain radiated out from around her head. There was a 
small hole in the base of her neck where the bullet had 
gone in and I could tell from the matter lying around 
that most of her face was probably blown away. I backed 
out and fought the urge to vomit. I walked far enough 
away so that the sound of buzzing and the putrid smell 
were no longer in evidence and took in some deep breaths. 
I went through the bushes again and skidded down the side 
of the drainage ditch. 

I looked up and my two cohorts were still watching me. 

"Mr. Krupnik could you call 911 and tell them that 
officer Madison reports a dead body on the county access 
road back here and tell them how to find it. Tell them 
they need to send someone from homicide over."

"Jesus! Did you hear what he said?" Krupnik's friend 
asked him and they had moved away as quickly as their 
tired old legs could carry them. I could hear the other 
geezer's voice recede as he kept repeating, "Jesus 
Almighty a dead body! Jesus Almighty! Jesus Almighty!"

I went back to the culvert and looked inside. The light 
reflected off of Amanda's eyes and they looked as though 
they were just floating in mid air.

"Amanda," I said gently, "why don't you come out sweetie 
and I'll get you something to eat. How about McDonald's?"

"Could I get a friendly meal?" Her teary voice asked.

"Yes, sweetie. You can get a friendly meal," I had 
replied and my heart had made a little flip in my chest. 

She knew that what I'd found was bad news, but neither of 
us said anything about it. I waited and then a slight 
rustling told me she was coming out. I backed up a little 
so as not to scare her, but stayed down at her level. She 
came out into the daylight and my heart was torn from my 
chest. Her hair was all matted down. Her tears made 
streaks in the layers of dirt caked onto her small 
cheeks. Her eyes seemed abnormally blue as they peered 
out from amongst all the grime. 

Her dress was so gray with dirt that I couldn't tell what 
color it was supposed to be. There was a fresh scab on 
her right knee where she had probably scraped it on the 
cement and she was barefoot. I held out my hand and 
smiled at her. She hesitated for a long time before 
putting her small hand into mine. She couldn't have been 
any older than five or six, but she was so thin that she 
could have passed for four. I held her hand and we 
crossed the flood drain and I carried her up the other 
side. Mr. Krupnik and his crony came around the side of 
his house just as we were walking into his yard and 
Amanda buried her face into my shoulder.

"By God!" He half shouted. "What did I tell you Wilbur. I 
told you I saw a little girl over there!"

"You sure did, Charlie," Wilbur agreed. "You sure did."

Charlie would be cock of the walk for a while as he 
related the story to all of his other geezer friends. The 
back door to his house opened up and a skinny little old 
woman looked out at us.

"Oh my Lord!" She said when she saw Amanda. "That poor 
little girl. I guess that old fool was right when he said 
he saw her. You bring her inside officer and we'll get 
her something warm to drink."

The entire time, Amanda kept her face pressed into my 
shoulder and I could feel her tiny hand grabbing the 
sleeve of my shirt.

"It's okay, sweetie. Mrs. Krupnik will get you some hot 
chocolate or something. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"You said we were going to McDonald's," she whispered 
into my shoulder.

"We are, but first I have to wait for some more policeman 
to arrive. It won't take long."

We went into the house just as the sound of a siren 
wailed its way towards us. 

"Come here, dear," Mrs. Krupnik said and put her arms out 
for Amanda, but the little waif wouldn't have any of it 
and she held my arm in a vice like grip.

"It's okay, Amanda," I said, bending my neck back so that 
I could look down into her face. "I'm going to have to go 
out and talk to a lot of nasty policemen for a little 
while before we go to McDonald's. Wouldn't you rather 
stay inside with Mrs. Krupnik. She'll make you some hot 
chocolate and maybe even wash off a lot of that dirt so 
we can see how pretty you really are."

"You won't come back," the little urchin stated flatly.

"I will!" I said, my voice rising. "I promise I will."

I crouched down so that her feet could touch the ground 
and she slowly and unwillingly released the material of 
my shirt. I had little bunches of wrinkled material at 
the sleeve and chest of the shirt where she had held on 
for dear life. She looked at me with those dark blueberry 
colored eyes and her lips quivered.

My heart lurched about in my chest.

"I promise, Amanda. I'll be back as soon as possible."

"That's what mommy said," she whispered accusingly.

"I know, Amanda. But, your mommy had an accident," I told 
her. I figured I should start paving the way for the 
final blow of the loss of her mother.

Mrs. Krupnik stood next to her and held her hand out. 
Amanda looked up at the kind old soul and saw nothing 
alarming there so she took the proffered hand. I winked 
and smiled at my little charge and stood up to go 
outside. A thought crossed my mind and I turned to see 
Amanda watching me go. 

"Amanda," I asked, "can you tell me your whole name?"

"Amanda Blessing," she said through her pout.

The shock must have been evident as it crossed my face 
because Mrs. Krupnik's brow furrowed and she said, "You 
knew her?"

"I picked her up once for," I was about to say 
shoplifting, but I didn't want to upset Amanda so I said, 
"borrowing some jewelry from Bonwit Tellers."

Mrs. Krupnik sighed and then talking to Amanda in that 
grandmotherly voice I remembered so well from my 
childhood she led her away to get the chocolate. I went 
outside and thought about Elizabeth Blessing, deceased 
hooker and former high school prom queen. I remembered 
that from when her parents had come down to bail her out. 
They were nice people and kept insisting it must have 
been an oversight on their daughter's part, but even they 
didn't believe it. Elizabeth had been on the fast track 
to self destruction. 

She was still beautiful even though she was ghostly thin 
and you could tell she was hooked on something. That had 
been a half dozen years earlier and she had made enough 
of an impression that I still remembered her. She must 
have gotten pregnant soon thereafter and I was surprised 
that Amanda didn't appear to have suffered the 'crack 
baby' syndrome. The first radio car pulled up in front of 
Krupnik's house as I stepped outside and I saw the two 
uniforms inside it look at each other and laugh when they 
saw me. It was going to be a long day.

We'd taken crime scene tape out of their trunk and 
scrambled down and up the walls of the flood drain. I 
helped them secure the scene and we waited for the 
homicide dicks to get there. It wasn't long before a 
cloud of dust indicated that several vehicles were 
heading our way down the county road. I said something to 
one of the uniforms and he ran up and stopped them when 
they were about a hundred feet away so that the dust and 
dirt wouldn't contaminate the crime scene. 

I flinched when I saw who had been 'up next' in Robbery-
Homicide. Lou Philips was the biggest asshole this side 
of Sadam Hussein. The stereotypical cigar chomping, loud 
mouthed, bigot. His partner was a short, skinny Chicano 
by the name of Bob Vega. I knew that one day the two of 
them would have it out and my money was on Vega. Philips 
chuckled around his unlit stogie as he saw me.

"Hey! If it isn't the kiddy cop," he bellowed. "They said 
you rolled on a lost child call, what the fuck are you 
doing on my crime scene?"

"Hello Lou," I answered. I always treated him pleasantly 
and never reacted to any of his digs, which pissed him 
off royally. "The vic is believed to be Elizabeth 
Blessing, prostitute. To the best of my knowledge, on 
Saturday last around ten at night, she was in the company 
of Lexington Rowls when she met her untimely demise." 

Vega had been writing furiously as he tried to keep up 
with my report. Philips only stared at me and chomped on 
his cigar. He could give a shit what I had to say. 

"Rowls hun!" Vega whistled. "I'd like to get that mother 
fucker. Maybe put a feather in my cap. Get me a new 
partner."

Philips ignored the comment and asked me, "You didn't say 
what you were doing here, Wild Bill?"

"I told you before Lou, only my friends call me Wild 
Bill. You can call me Bill, or just detective second if 
you want."

This always rankled him because I had beaten him out for 
the last promotion even though he'd been a detective 
third for about ten years at the time.

"The victim is the mother of the lost child," I told 
Vega. "The child was hiding in one of the overflow 
culverts. She's the one who told me it was Lexington that 
was with her mother. I arrested the mother about six 
years ago on a felony theft. Her parent's address should 
be in the system. She'd turned to being a 'pross' to 
support her habit and had joined Lex' stable."

Vega wrote everything down and thanked me. I led them to 
the part of the road closest to the dead body and pointed 
out my footsteps so they could flag them. I told them the 
culvert was exactly opposite. Vega asked me a couple more 
questions and then I left them to it. I told them they 
could reach me at home and left them to their work. I 
felt envy as I walked away. I missed the job and hoped 
that I would actually go back to it after my probation 
was over. 

I scrambled back over to the Krupnik's where an 
assortment of old geezers had gathered at the fence. They 
were interchangeable except for some being heavier than 
others. Their pants were all too short and they all wore 
suspenders. Those who still had hair, had grey, wispy 
tufts that reminded me of daffodils gone to seed. I also 
wondered if a man's ass shrank as he got older because 
all of their pants were baggy in the seat. I fended off a 
bunch of questions and told them I couldn't talk about an 
ongoing case. I walked back into the Krupnik house and 
not finding them in the kitchen I called out.

"In here, officer," Mrs. Krupnik called back and I 
followed the sound into the living room. 

I stood there in shock. She had done a great job of 
cleaning up the little waif and they both sat on the sofa 
sipping at cups of hot chocolate. She had given Amanda a 
bath it appeared and had even found her some clothes to 
fit. I was constantly amazed at what little old ladies 
could do. 

Amanda was wearing a little pink tee shirt with the 
outline of a rabbit stenciled on the front and a pair of 
tiny blue jeans. Her face shone pink and clean and her 
hair was washed and brushed. She was the youthful image 
of her mother. Wavy blonde hair atop a pleasant round 
face with deep blue eyes and pouty full lips. She would 
be a heart breaker in another twelve or so years. Her 
shoeless feet swung back and forth as she sat on the edge 
of the sofa and stared back at me. It was as if she was 
waiting for me to comment on her appearance.

"My!" I said. "Where did you find this pretty little 
girl, Mrs. Krupnik?"

Amanda giggled behind her hand and said, "It's me silly. 
Amanda!"

Mrs. Krupnik had worked her granny magic and had pulled 
Amanda out of her shell. It was amazing what a bath and a 
hot cup of chocolate could do. We bantered a little with 
me saying it couldn't be her and she insisting it was 
until she broke down into a fit of giggles. Mrs. Krupnik 
smiled, but you could tell there was a lot of sorrow 
behind her eyes. 

She kissed Amanda good by as I carried her out to my car 
and strapped her in to the back seat. Then, we headed off 
for McDonald's. It was while we were sitting there that I 
realized I didn't know what to do with her. Where was I 
supposed to take her. It was almost eight by the time we 
got back to Juvie and everyone was gone except for the 
janitors. 

I looked through everyone's roll-a-dexes until I found 
one that held the phone number for the head of the Family 
Services part of the unit and I called her up. She wasn't 
too happy to be disturbed at home, and her answers were 
curt. She told me I had to take her to Juvenile Hall, a 
detention style dormitory. I told her that Amanda wasn't 
a criminal and that I didn't think she should go there. I 
was told that it was too late to get anyone at Social 
Services and that my only other choice was to put her up 
with someone until Monday morning. 

I sighed and thanked her. I sat at my desk and stared at 
Amanda, who stared back at me. Her lips quivered as she 
fought off the tears. She was well aware of what I'd been 
talking about. I reached over and took her into my arms 
and held her. She cried into my shoulder for about five 
minutes. A lot of pain and suffering came out with her 
tears and I felt a few tears run down my own cheeks. Her 
little body was wracked with sobs as she let it all out. 
She knew her mother was gone and wouldn't be coming back. 
She was all alone in the world and now I was trying to 
get rid of her. 

I held her out at arms length and asked if she wanted to 
go to her grandparent's house and she told me she didn't 
have any. I imagined that all ties had been severed 
between Elizabeth and her parents. I called my father who 
was on desk duty at the city precinct and had him look up 
Elizabeth Blessing in the system and asked that he find 
her parent's number. He read off an address and a number. 

I thanked him and told him I'd be over to watch the game 
on Sunday. We parted with him giving me another shot at 
being on probation and I promised myself I would take all 
his money the next time we played poker together. He was 
an awful card player. I called the number and got a 
disconnect message. I tried information for the city and 
got no listing. I asked information to try all 
surrounding towns and still had no luck. 

Apparently they had moved away or no longer had a phone. 
I pondered my plight and then made the worst decision 
possible. I took her home with me. I lived on the second 
floor of a singles complex in the foothills. It had a 
great view of the mountains and of the ocean. There was 
an Olympic sized pool; a workout room; a sauna; and a 
large spa-jacuzzi tub that held eight people. 

Half the residents lived up to the singles profile and 
the other half tried to. I met a couple of girls I knew 
as we walked up to my apartment and they stopped to coo 
over Amanda. One said I was picking them young nowadays 
and we all laughed. Amanda had withdrawn again and hid 
halfway behind my pants legs. I was reminded to hide her 
from management since no kids were allowed, but I told 
them she was only staying through the weekend.

We walked into my hovel and I realized what a mess it 
was. I sat her down in front of the television and she 
was quickly hypnotized by the Disney channel. I went 
about straightening up and fixed up the guest bed. It was 
nearly ten o'clock and I figured it was time for her to 
hit the sack. 

She protested a little, but I said she could watch 
television all day the next day and she went off to use 
the bathroom. She called to me from the john and asked 
what she was going to sleep in. I went into my room and 
rummaged around for something. I found a police academy 
tee shirt, which no longer fit, and I brought it to her. 
I came up short as I entered the bathroom. Amanda had 
taken off her clothes and was standing naked in front of 
me. Her little body showed no hint of womanhood except 
for her bulging labia. She had the type of cunt where it 
looks like the girl is trying to smuggle a hot dog bun by 
shoving it inside the crotch of her pants. 

I had to tear my eyes away from the sight and I handed 
her the shirt, which she slipped on. It came down past 
her knees and made the perfect nightshirt. The neck hole 
was a little big and slipped over one of her shoulders. 
My cock was lurching all over the place. I couldn't 
believe how her nakedness had aroused me. And now, she 
was achieving that look that a lot of women tried to 
affect by stretching the neck of their shirts over a 
shoulder, and it was by accident. 

I looked up into those blueberry eyes and saw something 
pass behind them. She asked about brushing her teeth and 
I pulled out one of the spare toothbrushes I kept for 
those surprise overnight guests that I often had. I 
watched her brush her teeth. She splattered drops of 
paste all over my mirror and she worked up a head of foam 
that a rabid dog would have envied. 

She finally rinsed and made a big production of spitting. 
I took her hand and led her to the spare room. I tucked 
her in and kissed her on the forehead. I left the door 
open at her request and went to get a beer.  I sat down 
and watched the evening news. There was no mention of her 
mother.

I stripped down and showered and walked naked to my room 
where I snuggled in under the covers. I fell asleep as 
soon as my head hit the pillow. Sometime during the 
night, something woke me up. I lie with my eyes closed 
and listened. There was the soft susurration of a child 
sniffling nearby. I opened my eyes and I could make out 
Amanda's silhouette close to my head. I got up on an 
elbow and turned on the bedside lamp. She stood there and 
wrung the hem of her nightshirt as she silently cried.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked her in a croaky sleep 
ridden voice.

"I'm scared," she sobbed. "I miss my mommy!"

"I know, sweetie," I said, but was at a loss at what to 
do.

"Can I sleep with you?" She asked and I moved over so she 
could climb in besides me.

She snuggled her little rear end into my stomach and it 
was then I realized that I was naked in bed with a little 
girl. I felt my cock twitch and chastised myself for my 
thoughts. I reached across her and turned off the lamp. I 
was never one for cuddling, but the warmth of her little 
body felt natural and I settled in and fell asleep. The 
dreams came then. I always dreamt about my cases; not 
about the crime itself, but the people involved always 
had bit parts in my dreams. This night I dreamed about 
Amanda and Elizabeth. 

It was a sex dream and their faces and bodies kept 
morphing into one another. I was dreaming about fucking 
Elizabeth when my dream self looked down and saw that it 
was Amanda that was lying beneath him.  My dream self had 
been shocked so badly that it had actually woken me up. 

At first I thought I was still dreaming because I was 
still feeling the pleasure of my cock sliding in and out. 
I looked down and stared in shock. Amanda was sitting up 
in bed and her little hands were stroking up and down on 
my engorged cock. I opened my mouth to say something just 
as the first shots of cum came flying out of my cock. I 
shuddered as my orgasm rolled over me and I heard Amanda 
giggle. He tiny hands continued to manipulate my cock and 
she milked me dry. She had done this before.

"You look funny," she said as I unscrewed my face from 
its grimace of ecstasy.

"Yeah? Well, you'd look funny too if you woke up to a 
little five year old girl jacking you off," I said before 
I realized I was talking to a child. 

"I'm six," she whined at me.

"Okay, okay. You're six," I told her and pulled her up 
and away from my cock.

"Amanda, why did you do that?" I asked her.

I reached into the bed side table and brought out a 
tissue to clean myself off. Amanda hadn't answered and 
when I looked up she was looking at me with a pout. My 
tone had upset her.

"I'm not angry, Amanda. I just want to know why you did 
that to me," I told her with a fake smile plastered to my 
face. 

She saw through me and grudgingly answered, "I woke up 
and your peepee was pushing against me. I knew what it 
wanted and I just did what mommy showed me to do."

"Your mother showed you how to do that?" I asked 
incredulously.

"Uh hun!" Amanda said and nodded up and down. "She said I 
could help her make lots and lots of money if I helped 
her do her job."

"Did you do this very often, Amanda?" I asked and tried 
to keep the horror out of my voice. 

"Yes," she answered simply.

"How often did you do it? Do you remember?" I asked her. 
My curiosity was piqued now.

"Lots," she said, "mommy would have men drive to that 
road where you were today and they would get naked and 
give her a lot of money so that I would play with their 
peepees."

I swallowed the lump in my throat before asking my next 
question, "Is that all you would do. Play with their 
peepees like you did with mine?"

"Mommy has me do a lot of things. Sometimes I lick their 
peepees and then suck on them like a popsicle. And mommy 
sometimes let them put their peepees in my butt." 

She giggled when she said the 'B' word. I couldn't 
believe what I was hearing and I was speechless. I just 
stared at her and I guess she thought she was supposed to 
go on because she resumed her narrative.

"The first time it hurt a lot and I cried, but the next 
times it wasn't so bad, except when someone was a meanie 
and would push really hard. Then mommy would make them 
stop, but a couple of times the man hit mommy and kept on 
hurting me. Then I would cry."

I gathered her into my arms and held her tight. I 
couldn't believe what this little girl had been through. 
Well actually, I could, because I'd heard it all before, 
but I hadn't been involved in those cases. I held her and 
then a realization came over me. I was hard as a post. 
Even after just having shot my load, her descriptions had 
made my cock come back up to attention. I was disgusted 
with myself. Amanda snuggled back into my chest and soon 
she was snoring quietly once again. It took me a long 
time to fall back asleep and when I did I dreamt of 
little girls sucking my cock and impaling themselves on 
it. 

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a toilet 
flushing and I realized I was alone in bed. A moment 
later, a small bundle of energy came rocketing back into 
the room and jumped onto the bed. I pretended to be 
asleep and she shook me to wake me up, but I didn't 
respond. She giggled and kept on shaking me, but I still 
played possum. She reached up and tried to prop open an 
eyelid, but gave up on that. I thought she'd given up and 
was about to sit up and go 'booh' when I felt a hand run 
along the length of my morning hard on. 

I don't know why, but I just lie there and let her 
continue. I told myself I just wanted to see what she was 
going to do, but deep in the back of my mind I knew there 
was more to it. I felt the sheet being pushed aside and 
felt the cool air as my body was uncovered. 

Her tiny fingers brushed against my balls and I heard a 
subdued giggle as my cock bounced up and down in 
response. The tiny fingers traced their way up the bottom 
side of my cock and I sucked in my breath as they reached 
the swollen and sensitive head. I felt her fingers linger 
at the small opening in its tip and I knew she was 
playing with the precum that had started to ooze out. 

I opened my eyes finally and watched her for a minute as 
she closely inspected my cock. It was as though she'd 
never seen one before and I wondered at her curiosity. 

"Amanda," I said and her head snapped up to look at me. 
She brought her fingers up to her mouth in surprise and 
my cock lurched as I thought about the fact that my 
precum was on those fingers. "What are you doing?" I 
asked.

"I... I never saw a peepee in the light before," she told 
me and turned back to my swollen cock.

I gasped as her fingers went back to their investigating. 
She grasped my cock in one hand; her little hand unable 
to go all the way round and she slowly stroked it up and 
down and watched as my prepuce slid up and down. In my 
swollen state, it didn't cover the entire head but only 
slid up far enough that a small portion of the pink head 
poked out. Amanda thought that was funny and continued to 
play the game of hide and seek. 

She was quickly driving me to the edge once again. She 
finally tired of doing that and bent down to study my 
balls. She fondled them gently; hefting them and rolling 
them around in her small fingers. Her hands grasped my 
cock once again and I watched as she stuck out her tongue 
and touched the end of my cock. My breath caught in my 
throat and held there. 

She pulled away and a strand of precum stretched away 
from my cock slit. It stretched for about four inches 
before breaking. She rolled her tongue around in her 
mouth as she tested the taste and then leaned back down 
and took a bigger lick. I groaned and let out the breath 
I had been holding. 

Amanda looked up at me and smiled. She opened her mouth 
wide and slowly lowered it onto my cock. My eyes must 
have reflected my surprise at her actions because she 
pulled her mouth away and laughed at me and said I looked 
funny and opened her eyes wide in imitation. I wanted to 
grab her by the back of the head and push her down onto 
my throbbing member, but I fought the urge and smiled at 
her.

I didn't have long to wait as she bent down again and 
took me into her oven of a mouth. Her mouth was hot, 
moist, and tight. She wiggled her tongue along the 
underside of the glans, but there wasn't enough room to 
make much of an impact. It was okay though because I was 
aroused beyond belief. 

Her every move took my breath away. I was like a young 
teen again; enjoying my first blow job from Debbie 
Anderson. But, Amanda was more experienced. She started 
slowly moving her head up and down and fondled my balls 
as she did it. Spit drooled down the sides of my cock as 
she kept her mouth well lubricated. 

My breathing was in concert with her up and down strokes 
and I felt it quicken as her head began to bob up and 
down faster and faster. She looked up at me with those 
big blueberry eyes and that was the last straw. I grunted 
loudly and felt the first splash of cum hit the back of 
her throat. She was making shallower moves now as she 
tried to accommodate all of my cum. I saw bubbles of 
diluted cum ooze out the corners of her mouth as I 
continued to unload into her. 

I sighed loudly as my head fell back onto the pillow and 
I felt all the strength pour out of my body. Amanda 
stopped ministering to my cock as she felt it begin to 
soften and moved up to kneel next to my head. I looked up 
at her and saw a gooey mass of cum and spit dripping off 
of her chin and onto her naked little chest. I didn't 
know when she had taken off the tee shirt, but she was 
sitting there naked and I saw that one of her hands was 
busy rubbing at her puffy cunt.

"I wanna..." she started to say, but stopped.

"What do you want, sweetie?" I asked her and she lifted a 
leg and straddled my neck. 

"I want you to lick my peepee," she whispered shyly.

I must of had a very stunned expression on my face, 
because she began to pout.

"A lot of the men do it and it feels really good," she 
told me.

I placed a hand on either of her butt cheeks and pushed 
her up and onto my face. Her adult sized cunt slid across 
my chin and settled onto my mouth. Her cunt was extremely 
fleshy and it splayed across my lips. I pushed my tongue 
up through my lips and up through hers. I moved it around 
as I searched for her tender spots. I managed to push 
past her outer lips and I lapped at her labia minorus. 

I pushed in deeper and found the opening to her vulva. I 
formed my tongue into a roll and pressed it in as deep as 
possible. I found no barrier and wondered if it was only 
her ass that had been fucked. I stroked my tongue in and 
out of her for a while and then withdrew it and went in 
search of her tiny clitoris. I found it easily and it 
wasn't as small as I had expected. It matched the size of 
her cunt and I licked and prodded it much to her delight. 

Her little frame jerked around on my face as I worked at 
her clit and she giggled in delight. I kept it up for a 
few minutes and suddenly I heard her gasp and her body 
trembled a little as her hands tangled in my hair as she 
sought some support. She gave a big sigh and got off of 
my probing tongue. She laid down next to me and nestled 
into the crook of my arm. We lie like that for a long 
time until my dazed mind cleared and I started thinking 
about what I'd just done.

A myriad of emotions ran through my body - disgust, 
shame, guilt, and yes arousal. I was at a loss as to what 
I was supposed to do now. What if she told someone what 
we did. My probation would seem like a trip to Disneyland 
compared to what would await me then. I jumped as the 
phone rang next to the bed and I reached for it. 

"Detective Madison?" The familiar voice asked.

"Yes?" I responded as I tried to place the voice.

"This is Mrs. Buteau. I was just calling to find out what 
you were doing with the child?"

Buteau was the head of Family Services and the woman I'd 
called the previous evening. The first thought through my 
mind was 'how did they find out already', but then I 
realized there was no way they could and knew she was 
just inquiring.

"She's in the other room sleeping as we speak," I told 
her and tried to keep my voice even.

"Didn't want to take her to Juvenile Hall, huhn?" She 
asked rhetorically. "You know, you shouldn't get too 
attached to these kids. It's only going to make you feel 
worse in the end. I'll see you on Monday, detective," She 
added and hung up before I could reply.

I looked down at the tiny form next to me and she looked 
back with those big blue eyes. Damn, I was going to hell.

"I'm hungry," a small voice said from about the area of 
my arm pit.

I glanced at the bed side clock and saw that it was 
almost nine. I pulled her along with me as I climbed out 
of bed and set her down on the floor. She watched as I 
looked for a pair of pajamas bottoms to wear, but I 
couldn't find any. I hadn't worn any in ages. I usually 
just went around in boxers until I had to get dressed. I 
finally settled on a pair of sweat pants and then we 
ambled into the kitchen. 

"What do you usually eat?" I asked her as I counted out 
teaspoons of coffee grounds into the Mr. Coffee filter.

Getting no answer, I looked around at her and found her 
sitting at the kitchen table. I could only see her head 
above the table top. 

"Well?" I asked and she made a move that I interpreted as 
a shrug. 

I went into the living room and came back with the white 
and yellow pages of the L.A. phone book. I picked her up 
and then sat her back down on top of them. She was almost 
eight inches taller now. She looked at me with a wide 
grin on her face. I had a feeling that anything I did for 
her would be seen as a novel experience. She'd probably 
spent her life living in cheap motels, cars, and even 
alleyways. Being treated as a child of six would seem 
like a fairy tale to her. I scoured my kitchen cabinets 
hoping that some magic elf had hidden breakfast items 
there. I opened the fridge and found a half carton of 
eggs. 

"God bless you, mom," I said to myself as I remembered 
how she'd thrust the eggs at me the preceding weekend as 
I was leaving my parents house. 

She said she was putting my father on a low cholesterol 
diet and she wasn't going to serve him eggs anymore. I 
told her not to waste her efforts because I knew what he 
ate at the station house and she said that he would at 
least eat right at home. I found a small skillet and 
washed off the dust before cracking a couple eggs into 
some oleo. I scrambled them since I didn't have a spatula 
to flip them over then added a little salt and pepper. 

I shoved a couple pieces of bread under the broiler in 
the oven and everything was done at the same time. I 
brought the eggs and buttered toast to her and she looked 
at me as though I'd just done a magic trick. I was pretty 
impressed myself. She tore into the breakfast with the 
alacrity of a growing child and I casually sipped my 
first cup of coffee. I asked if she wanted more and she 
nodded yes so I got up and did it all again. I sat with 
my second cup of coffee and watched her repeat her 
earlier imitation of a starving nation. She finished with 
a burp and giggled as she covered her mouth. 

"You want to shower first or second?" I asked her.

"I'm just a little kid," she said looking up at me with a 
frown.

"I know," I told her, frowning back.

"Little kids don't take showers," she informed me, "we 
take baths."

"Oh!" I said. "Well, we have a problem then, because all 
I have is a shower. Haven't you ever taken a shower 
before?" 

"Yes, but my mommy helped me," she said and I saw her 
eyes tear up. 

"Come on then," I sighed.  

She hopped down off of her elevated perch and grabbed my 
hand as we made our way to the bathroom. She watched as I 
turned on the water and set the temperature. I slipped 
off my sweats and helped her pull the large tee shirt 
over her head. She giggled as it got caught in her hair 
and we managed to free her before the water went cold. I 
got into the shower and reached out to pull her in. I 
stood between her and the full force of the shower spray. 

I reached for the soap and suddenly realized the 
predicament I was in. I didn't use a washcloth; just my 
hands. I held the soap out to her and she put her hands 
on her hips and gave me an exasperated look. How could a 
six year old look like a grown woman. I sighed again and 
lathered up my hands. She raised an arm and we started. I 
worked down both arms and then did her upper back and 
chest. I started from the other end then and she placed a 
hand on my shoulder as she lifted a foot for me to wash. 
I worked up both legs and then found myself with the task 
of washing her little butt and private parts. I sudsed up 
again and ran my hand around her little cheeks and then 
down between them. 

I could feel myself getting hard again. She turned and 
presented her fleshy slit to me. I ran the soap between 
my hands and then went to work. I tried to be gentle and 
told myself it wasn't sexual, but she let out a moan as 
my fingers spread her lips and my cock sprung up hard as 
a board. I stood up as soon as I finished and turned to 
face the spray. I lathered my arms and shoulders and 
worked down my chest. I did the front of my legs and then 
the backs.

"I can do your back," a little voice said and I turned to 
see her shivering behind me. 

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said as I moved her under the 
warm water. 

"I used to do mommy's back all the time," she informed 
me.

I gave her the soap and squatted down with my back to 
her. I felt her tiny hands move around my shoulders and 
back. It was comforting in a way and a warm glow spread 
throughout my body. It didn't last long however as her 
little hands ran down to my ass and then I felt her 
fingers brush against my asshole. A tingle leapt through 
my body then and I stood and turned to take the soap 
away, but she had other plans. 

Her soapy hands reached up and grasped my half hard cock 
and she started washing away. It quickly became a fully 
hard cock. She worked the soap into my pubic hair and got 
a lot of lather worked up. She gently washed my scrotum 
and returned to my fully extended cock. She took great 
pains to make sure I was clean and I saw a glimmer in her 
eyes. She let the water rinse away the soap and I relaxed 
thinking we were all done, but before I could react she 
leant forward and took me into her mouth once again. 

"Amanda!" I nearly shouted and pushed her away. 

"What's wrong?" She asked me with a pout on her lips.

"Why are you doing that?"

"It's all hard again," she replied simply.

"That's okay. It'll go down by itself," I told her and 
her brows furrowed again.

I turned her into the water and told her to close her 
eyes. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered her hair. Her 
wavy hair was straightened by the water and stretched to 
the middle of her back. I lathered it generously and then 
rinsed it off. I took her place and washed my own hair. 

My cock had yet to subside and I could almost feel her 
eyes watching it and waiting for it to soften. I rinsed 
and looked down. She was in fact looking at my engorged 
member and it jerked of its own accord. I saw a small 
smile play across her lips. She was a little sexual imp, 
and had been raised to think that her role in life was to 
pleasure men. I turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy 
bath towel. I wrapped her in it and placed her on the 
bath math. I grabbed another towel and quickly dried 
myself off. 

I got out of the shower stall and began rubbing her up 
and down with the towel. She giggled in glee as my hands 
ran up and down her sides. I finished drying her body and 
went for the hair. I realized I was creating a tangled 
mass, but didn't know what else I could do. I didn't own 
a hair dryer. She sat on the toilet seat, wrapped in a 
towel with her birds nest hairdo and watched as I shaved. 
I held her up so that she could brush her teeth and then 
I did mine. 

We went back into the bedroom and she put on yesterday's 
clothes as I put on clean jeans and a button down shirt. 
I looked at her tangled hair and decided on getting help. 
I also realized she still didn't have any shoes. 

We went next door to my friend Ann's apartment. I hoped 
she was in. Ann was a flight attendant and was often gone 
for days at a time. I knocked and her a voice croaked 
from within. The bleary eyed brunette cracked the door 
open.

"Fuck, Bill. Do you know what time it is?" Ann asked.

"Yeah, it's almost eleven," I answered as though she had 
merely been asking for the time. 

She growled at me and started closing the door when she 
noticed the little waif peering from behind my legs.

"Oh my God! Who's this?" Ann said and squatted down to 
Amanda's level.

"What's your name?" Ann asked in a little girl voice.

"Amanda," came the reply. "How come you don't have any 
clothes on?"

"Oh, shit!" Ann said looking down at herself. She turned 
and ran into her bedroom. 

I led Amanda into her living room and we sat to wait. Ann 
came out a few minutes later wearing a nightgown and her 
hair was brushed.

"There! That's better," she said and stuck her tongue out 
at me as I waggled my eyebrows.

She looked down at Amanda again and I saw a quizzical 
expression cross her face.

"What have you done to this little girl's hair?" Ann said 
as she squatted once again and held out strands of 
tangled blonde tresses.

"Come on," she told Amanda and they both disappeared into 
the bathroom. 

I went into the kitchenette and started coffee as the 
sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom. 
The coffee was perking as the sound of a hair dryer came 
on. I was pouring myself a cup when they came back into 
the living room. I handed Ann a cup of black coffee as I 
surveyed the repair work she had done. Not only has she 
re-washed and blown Mandie's hair dry, but she had made a 
couple of braids with the hair at the front of her head 
and brought them back and tied them together to hold down 
the giant mop of hair. She was as cute as a button and 
she knew it. Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree. 
She held Ann's hand and beamed up at her.

"Thanks," I told Ann.

"That's okay," she said and crinkled her nose, "you'll 
pay me back."

There was no mistaking the innuendo and even Amanda 
understood what Ann meant. She pulled her hand away and 
gave Ann a glaring look. Ann looked up at me and raised 
her eyebrows. 

"Looks like someone's claimed her territory," Ann said.

Amanda came to stand next to me and reached up for my 
hand. I looked at Ann and shook my head in wonder. I 
thanked her for the help and the coffee and we left her 
apartment to go in search of little girl shoes. We drove 
to the nearest mall and we went in so that Amanda could 
demonstrate that shopping was indeed a genetic trait. She 
tried on a dozen pair of shoes before settling on a small 
pair of sandals and some red sneakers. 

With the help of a teenaged wait person, I bought some 
small panties and tee shirts then I got a pair of tiny 
jeans, some pull over shirts, and a pretty little blue 
dress. Amanda was in heaven. It was like Christmas for 
her. We stopped at McDonald's once again and she got a 
kiddy meal with some toy from the movie Atlantis. I 
sucked down a coke and munched on a burger and fries as I 
listened to her go on and on about the clothes we had 
just bought. 

She told me how they usually got her clothes at Goodwill 
and how she normally only got one thing at a time. She 
said she hadn't had a pair of shoes for a long time and 
she had had only one dress before. I remembered the dirt 
gray smock I had found her in and I shuddered inside. 
This girl had never had a childhood. I made up my mind 
right then and we left the restaurant and headed for 
Anaheim. I heard a giant gasp and looked over to see a 
wide eyed Amanda staring at the gates of Disneyland as we 
drove into the parking lot.

"Are... are we going in there?" She asked in a tiny voice 
as though expecting to be told no.

"Sure," I told her, "don't' you want to go?"

"Oh, yes!" She said, sounding like Shirley Temple.

I looked down at her with a smile and found her with 
tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"Hey, hey!" I said. "What's this all about?"

She looked at me and beamed through her tears. 

"I always wanted to go here," she burbled.

I dried her tears with the sleeve of my shirt and grabbed 
her little hand. She skipped along beside me as we walked 
the half mile to the entrance where I spent a weeks pay 
to be admitted. We stopped after passing through and she 
stared about her in wonder.

"Oh, my!" She said, sounding even more like Shirley 
Temple.

"What do you want to do first?" I asked her and she 
pointed over to where a giant mouse was shaking hands 
with a group of little kids, who were all wearing 
identical tee shirts.

We ambled over and stood next to the other kids. The 
mouse worked his way down the line and finally got to 
Amanda.

"Hello, little girl," the voice said from within. "What's 
your name?"

"Amanda," came the half whispered reply.

"Hello, Amanda," the voice said in a fair impression of 
the TV mouse. "I hope you have a good time at 
Disneyland."

The mouse walked away and Amanda stared after it.

"Gosh!" She said and looked at her hand and then up at me 
with big round blueberry eyes. "I just shook Mickey's 
hand."

"Yes, you did," I said and tried not to laugh. 

We spent the afternoon and evening standing in line for 
the rides, which I had to accompany her on since she 
never seemed to come up to the plywood figure's hand 
saying she had to be 'that tall' to ride alone. We did 
the mountain and the log rides, then went over to the 
small world and those damn pirates. Then we went into a 
submarine and saw the undersea world and then rode in a 
jalopy that straddled a metal track. She had cotton candy 
and a candied apple and numerous glasses of lemonade. 

We stood in line at restrooms and occasionally I would 
sneak her into the men's room so that we didn't have to 
wait so long. By the time the electric light parade came 
on she was getting drowsy and soon her little head lie on 
my shoulder and an arm draped around my neck. We followed 
the rest of the crowd as we imitated Moses and his 
people. 

The exodus continued into the streets and it was past 
midnight before we got back to my place. She was barely 
awake as I stripped off her clothes and pulled on the 
oversized tee shirt. I took her to the bathroom and 
listened to the tinkle as she went one more time. Then I 
placed her in bed and tucked her in. I went out to the 
living room and sat in front of the tube with a beer in 
my hand. 

I had dozed off watching some old gangster flick when a 
yell brought me back. 

"Mommeee!" 

I got up and ran into the bedroom to find Amanda sitting 
up and crying. I wrapped her in my arms and rocked her 
back and forth.

"What's wrong, honey?" I asked as I looked down into her 
tear stained face.

"My tummy hurts," she told me.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" I asked her at a loss 
as to what I was supposed to do.

"I don't know," she said and I picked her up and carried 
her into the bathroom and sat her down on the commode.

She sat there and moaned and I looked on helplessly. I 
realized I had overindulged her and now we were paying 
the price. I got a bright idea and I looked in my 
medicine cabinet for some Alka-seltzer. I made the fizzy 
concoction and offered it to her, but she took one whiff 
and pushed my hand away. I told her to try and drink some 
and she got down two mouthfuls before she gagged on the 
third and vomited all over my bare feet. She gave out a 
big burp as I was washing her down and I jumped back just 
in case. 

"I feel better now," she told me and I wished I could say 
the same. 

She brushed her teeth and went back to bed as I cleaned 
up the bathroom. I joined her in bed when I finished and 
realized we were both naked. She snuggled back into me 
and I felt my cock stir. I tried to think of something to 
take my mind off of sex and her vomiting seemed to do the 
trick. I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around her.

I dreamed again that night; and it was about sex. This 
time, I only dreamed of Amanda. She had a woman's body 
with large breasts and hair on her pubis, but her face 
was still that of a child. She had hair that went down to 
the floor and her cunt was like a living thing as it 
reached out and swallowed me whole. I dreamed that I was 
drowning in her juices and had to hold on to her head 
sized clit so that I wouldn't be pulled into her pool 
sized cunt. 

I woke with a start and looked down to see Amanda still 
cradled in my arms. She snored lightly and her eyelids 
jerked about as she went through her own REM phase. I 
looked over my shoulder at the clock and it was only 
three am. I lay my head back down and fell into a deep 
sleep. There were no more dreams. 

I woke in the morning and found the bed moving. I felt a 
tight warmth around my cock and my first thought was that 
she was sucking me off again. I realized then that I was 
making the bed move as my hips thrust back and forth. I 
heard a low grunt and looked down in horror as I realized 
that my thick cock was sawing in and out of Amanda's ass. 
I stopped suddenly and Amanda peered back over her 
shoulder at me.

"Don't stop," she said.

"This isn't right," I whispered and pulled out of her.

My cock came out with an audible plop. Amanda turned to 
face me. She had a strange look on her face.

"Why did you do that?" She asked.

I could tell she was confused. No man had ever not wanted 
to fuck her there.

"It's not right, Amanda. A grown man shouldn't do that to 
little girls. I'm sorry I did that, but I was asleep."

"I did it," she whispered.

"You did it?" I asked confused.

"Yes," she said, "I woke up and your peepee was big and 
hard again and I know you didn't want me to put it in my 
mouth again so it put it in my butt."

I opened my mouth to respond and then shut it again. I 
didn't know what to say. I pushed up onto an elbow and 
looked down at her.

"Amanda," I began and chose my words carefully. "What 
your mother had you do to all those men, and what we've 
done the last couple of days aren't things that men 
should do with little girls."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because, little girls could get hurt and grown men 
shouldn't take advantage of little girls and society says 
that we aren't supposed to do those things. Not until you 
are a big girl."

"Who is 'ciatee'?" She asked me.

"Society is the word we use when we want to describe all 
the people in the world with one word," I told her.

"All the people in the world said that men can't do that 
with little girls?" She asked and I could tell she wasn't 
buying into that explanation.

I stared at her and tried to think of something else to 
say.

"What if the little girl likes it?" She said.

I was lost. I had no answer for that. 

"Didn't you say that a lot of men hurt you when they put 
their uh... peepees in your butt?" I asked her.

"Sometimes," she said.

"Well," I said, "that's why society says we shouldn't do 
those things to little girls until they are old enough 
that it doesn't hurt them or until they are old enough to 
tell the man that they don't want to do those things."

"But, I can tell you if I don't want to do it," she 
argued.

"Yes, but if I was a bad man you wouldn't be able to stop 
me would you?" I asked her.

She thought about the logic of my question and then 
rebutted.

"A lot of times, men did things to mommy that she didn't 
want them to do, but they didn't stop even though she was 
a grown up."

Her logic was impeccable. I didn't know how to continue.

"Does that mean you won't lick my peepee anymore?" She 
asked me and pouted.

I fell back onto my pillow and groaned. No wonder I had 
never joined the debate team.

"Amanda," I said after a while as I stared up at the 
ceiling.

She scooted up so that she could look down into my face 
and long tendrils of her hair fell forward and caressed 
my cheeks.  I could see her looking down at me as she 
waited for the next words out of my mouth.

"Can you keep a promise?" I asked her.

"Un huhn," she nodded.

"I want you to promise me that you'll never do those 
things with a man again. Not until you're a big girl."

She frowned and pursed her small mouth. 

"Never ever?" She asked.

"Never ever," I repeated.

"Not even with you?" She asked.

I went to reply, but the words stuck in my throat.

"I'll promise if you promise that we can still do those 
things," she said before I could find my voice.

This kid was going to be a lawyer. I just knew it.

"Uh," was all I could manage before the phone interrupted 
our negotiations.

I sat up and picked up the phone. 

"Hello!" I sang out.

"Billy," I heard my mother's voice say, "when you come 
over today, please stop a Fagioli's and pick up some of 
that ricotta cheese you like so much. I'm going to make 
lasagna for dinner."

"Okay, mom," I said.

"When will you be over?" She asked.

"Probably around noontime," I told her.

"Okay. See you then," she said and was about to hang up 
when I spoke out again.

"Mom!" I said loudly so that she would hear. 

She brought the phone back to her ear and asked what I 
wanted.

"I'm going to be bringing someone over. I just wanted to 
let you know," I told her.

"Is it a girl?" She asked with that ever hopeful motherly 
voice.

"Yes," I told her, "it's a girl."

"Someone special?" She pressed.

"Yes," I told her, "It's someone special."

"Is it that Ann girl?" My mother asked. She wasn't too 
fond of Ann and her braless ways.

"No," I told her with a smile in my voice. "Her name is 
Amanda and she's six years old."

"Oh my!" My mother said. "Is it that little girl who lost 
her mother. You're father was telling me about her."

"That's right, mom," I replied as I stared down into 
Amanda's eyes. "And, please don't bring up that part, 
okay?"

"Okay, dear. I'll see you soon," she said and hung up.

I slid back down into bed and said, "Now. Where were we?"

Amanda had straddled my waist while I was on the phone 
and now she scooted back a little and I felt my hard cock 
press up against her little butt cheeks. She kept her 
eyes fixed on mine as she rose up slightly and reached 
behind her. I felt the head of my cock press against 
something spongy and then something stretched around my 
cock head. I saw her chew her bottom lip in concentration 
as my cock slowly slid into her impossibly tight rectum. 

"Dear God!" I muttered and felt my eyelids flutter as I 
succumbed to the impossible ecstasy of my large cock 
sliding into her very tight opening.

She sat on my cock for a minute as she adjusted to my 
size. I could feel my cock throb and jerk as it enjoyed 
its captivity. She moved slightly and pulled up a few 
inches and then pushed back down. She did it again and 
then again. I felt my cock slide in and out and held on 
to her hips so that my hands would have something to do. 

She continued to slowly pump her ass on my shaft until 
she had loosened as much as she was going to. It was the 
tightest feeling I'd ever had. The sensation of her anal 
chute sliding up and down my cock shaft was exquisite. 
She was making full strokes now and would rise up until 
only my cock head was in her and then she would slide 
down and engulf five or six inches of my cock. 

I looked up into her eyes and found them glowing. She 
actually enjoyed what she was doing. Her motions began to 
increase and I felt my scrotum pull up into my groin. I 
stared into her dark blue eyes as she concentrated on her 
actions. Her motions were intent and she knew what she 
was doing. I felt the surge in my loins and suddenly I 
was assailed by my orgasm. 

My back arched as my nerves electrified my body. My cock 
spurted jet after jet of cum into her tight little ass. I 
saw stars explode inside my eyelids and I thought I was 
going to pass out. My toes curled up and I worried that 
they would cramp. I held my breath and it whooshed out of 
me as my body finally relaxed. It had been as intense an 
orgasm as I'd ever had. 

I opened my eyes and looked at my diminutive lover. She 
stared back at me as though she was absorbing my 
emotions. I realized then what this meant to her. It was 
probably the only caring emotion she was ever shown. I 
grasped her ass cheeks and slowly pulled her off of my 
deflating cock. It fell out of her rectum and fell along 
my thigh with a gentle, moist splat. I pulled her up my 
body and she helped me as she realized what I was about 
to do. 

Her swollen woman sized cunt flowered before my eyes and 
I pushed my tongue out to caress it. I heard Amanda moan 
as I passed my tongue over her swollen clit. I found it 
remarkable that this little urchin could produce those 
juices and I lapped them up eagerly. I alternated between 
driving my tongue in and out of her vulva and sliding it 
up and down between her labia. 

She would moan every time I pressed past her pleasure 
button and she started moving her groin back and forth 
showing me what she liked best. I concentrated on her 
clitoris and she was soon moaning and shuddering in 
sexual ecstasy. She fell to the side finally and we both 
lie there and basked in our euphoria.

"I promise," she whispered a few minutes later and she 
snuggled into my body.

I didn't know which promise she had just made, but at the 
moment I didn't care. My thoughts turned to Monday and I 
wondered what I could do to keep her with me - forever. I 
was falling in love with this little six year old and I 
didn't know if it was the love for a child or the love 
for a lover. I would have to work that out later. For 
now, I had to get her ready to meet my mother. Not an 
easy task at any time, but I imagined it would be an 
especially hard one for a recently orphaned child, who 
was probably wondering what was to become of her. 

My mother was an extremely gregarious woman who felt like 
she had to take everyone under her wing. I carried Amanda 
into the bathroom where we both faced the task of getting 
her washed without making a shambles of her hairs. I 
decided to let it dry naturally and just wrapped a towel 
around it as we both went into the kitchen so that I 
could scramble her some more eggs. We finished our 
respective breakfasts and I put her plate and my cup into 
the washer and took her into the bedroom to get dressed. 
Her hair was drying slowly and I thought of going next 
door again, but decided against it. I dressed Amanda in 
her new dress and she twirled around in glee. 

She skipped along besides me as we made our way up the 
walk way that led to my parent's house. I carried the bag 
with the cheese in it and Amanda carried a small bouquet 
of flowers she'd picked out. The door burst open as we 
stepped up onto the porch and my mother flung herself at 
Amanda. Amanda went rigid under the onslaught and cringed 
as my mother hugged her and cooed over her.

"You poor baby!" My mother wailed, forgetting her promise 
not to bring up the recent tragedy. 

Amanda bore up under the overbearance and then clutched 
my arm once my mother released her. We followed the wild 
woman into the house and I saw my father ensconced in 
front of the television set. He looked up from whatever 
he was watching and caught sight of Amanda. He looked up 
at me and shook his head in exasperation.

Amanda saw my father and squeezed herself behind my legs. 
I felt her tugging on my hand and I looked down at her. 
She crooked a finger at me and I leaned down to hear what 
she had to say.

"He was one of the men," she whispered.

My head snapped up as though I'd been kicked in the face. 
I turned and looked over at my father and could see the 
recognition dawn on his face. He looked up at me with a 
shocked expression and I could see the color rise in his 
face. He looked away from me then and took a deep swallow 
of beer. He got up off of his lounge chair and pushed 
pass me as he went through into the kitchen and out into 
the garage.

I watched my mother stare at his back as he passed by her 
and then she looked over at me with a quizzical 
expression. I shrugged my shoulders and she went back to 
working on her lasagna. 

I squatted down again and whispered to Amanda. 

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"No," she shook her head. "He just liked it when I put 
his thing in my mouth. Sometimes he would put his thing 
in mommy's peepee and then put it in my mouth, but he 
never hurt me like some of the bad men. He even brought 
me that dress I used to have."

I stared past her at the door that led out into the 
garage. I was trying to figure out what I should do next.

"He's your daddy?" She asked suddenly as it dawned on her 
that we were caught up in a strange predicament.

"Yes, sweetie," I told her as I looked down into her big 
blue eyes, "he's my father."

"I won't tell anybody," she said as she looked up at me 
hoping that that would make everything all right.

I felt myself tear up as I hugged her to me. I looked up 
and could see my mother watching us. She had a frown on 
her face and a sad tilt to her mouth. The look changed to 
one of tenderness as she saw Amanda wrap her arms around 
my neck. 

I took her into the living room and put her in my 
father's chair. I tuned the set to a kids channel and 
told her I'd be back shortly. I walked into the kitchen 
and my mother gave me a hug then slapped my hand away as 
I reached for a piece to cheese. I smiled at her and 
turned to the garage door. I steeled myself and went 
through it. I found my father standing at his workbench. 
He was leaning on it with both arms outstretched like a 
runner trying to catch his breath.

"Dad?" I asked.

My father turned to me and I saw the tears cascading down 
his cheeks. His mouth worked as he tried to say 
something, but nothing came out. I felt myself choke up 
and I stood there helplessly and watched my father 
torture himself with his thoughts. I finally moved up 
behind him and placed a hand on his bowed back.

"It's okay, dad," I whispered. "I understand."

He looked up and his tear filled eyes searched my face. 

"It... it... just happened," he said hoarsely. "Your mom 
was going through the change, you know. And, she wouldn't 
let me touch her. I... I... needed something. They 
brought in this hooker during a sweep one night and she 
was so pretty. I... I... found out where she worked and 
one night I went by there and saw her. She had me drive 
to this dirt road and said I could have a special treat 
for an extra twenty bucks. Then this little girl came out 
of the bushes. I... I... I don't know why, but I just had 
to have her."

He broke down into sobs again and I put an arm around his 
shoulders.  He took in a deep breath and pulled out a 
handkerchief to wipe at his eyes. He turned away quickly 
as my mother opened the door. 

"You men going to be out there all day?" She asked in 
innocence.

"We'll be in soon, Mom," I said over my shoulder. "We're 
just talking about work."

"You boys should leave that stuff at the office. Bring 
some more beer in when you come in. There's only a couple 
left in the fridge."

"Okay, Mom," I said and smiled at her.

She closed the door and my father turned back to look at 
me.

"I... I... don't know if I can face your mother," he said 
as he stared at the door. "And... and that little girl in 
there. What if she says something? I don't know what I 
would do."

I felt the panic in his voice. I knew how he felt.

"She won't say anything, dad. Come on, we can't stay in 
here all day. Then, you'd really have  mom wondering."

He nodded his head and then went and grabbed a six pack 
of beer off one of the storage shelves. He straightened 
his back and steeled himself then lead me back into the 
house.


The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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