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The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story. Please do not try this at home.

Chapter 2

We were awakened the next morning by the ringing of the phone. I lay there for a moment trying to get my head together and heard Cheryl answer the phone. She was closest anyway, so I just waited for her to tell me what it was about. I glanced at the clock and saw it was already after 9am. Still too early as far as I was concerned.

I watched Cheryl as she listened to whoever it was. She looked upset and ended the conversation with an admonition for the other person to stay put and wait for her to call back.

"Who was that, Cheryl?"

"It was Ginger. She says that one of the men she's running away from is at Mother's, and she's scared Mother will let him get her. You have to help her, Sam. Hurry, please."

I grabbed the phone and called Mother. It rang several times before she answered.

"Hello?"

"Mother, it's Sam. Do you have a man visiting you right now?"

"Why, yes. How did you know?"

"Ginger called. She knows that man and is scared to death that you are going to give her back to him. You must get him out of there and not mention her to him. I'll be there soon, and we can find out what the problem is then. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure, Sam. I'm sure there is some mistake, but I'll do as you ask."

We said good-bye and hung up. Cheryl was already getting dressed. When I hung up she called Ginger back and told her we were on the way. As soon as we were dressed we got in the car and headed over to Mother's.

When we arrived Mother was waiting and let us in. She looked very upset.

"Ginger is hiding in the closet in her room. She won't come out no matter what I say, and I can hear her crying. I'm so sorry, Sam. You know I'd never do anything to hurt my girls. Please go to her and tell her it's safe."

Cheryl and I rushed to Ginger's room. I let Cheryl do the talking at first.

"Ginger? It's Cheryl. Sam is here with me, and the man is gone. Come out and let us help you. Please, Ginger, come out."

The closet door opened just a crack, and I could see her eye as she peeked out to see if it was safe. When she looked at me I spoke softly.

"It's okay. You can come out now. I'll protect you, I promise. You trust Cheryl and me don't you?"

The door swung open slowly. Ginger's head nodded and then swiveled to scan the room as she crept out in tiny, hesitant steps. She was still weeping, but her wide, frightened eyes faded to normal size when she saw we were alone. I took one hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Cheryl held her other hand as we led her out to the front room where Mother fidgeted in her large chair, looking both sad and upset. Mother was about to say something, but I motioned for her to stay quiet. She obeyed and remained seated, but her expression did not change. I led Ginger to the couch, and the three of us sat down with Ginger in the middle, still holding both my hand and Cheryl's. I signaled Cheryl to take the lead with a nod.

Cheryl smiled and said, "We want to help you Ginger. You can trust us. I promise we won't let anyone hurt you any more. But for us to help you we need to know what scared you this morning. Please tell us what scared you so much."

There was a pause as Ginger looked at each of us in turn. She still looked apprehensive but finally decided to speak. Her voice was very soft at first and was hard to hear. As she continued, though, she got stronger.

"I saw that man here talking to Mother. I knew him from the place I ran away from. I think he worked with the people there. I thought he was here to hurt me again."

I guessed what was coming, but I needed Ginger to tell us in her own way. "Tell us about that place and how you got there, Ginger. We need to know all about it if we are going to help you."

Again she paused. It was obvious she didn't want to talk about it, but with encouragement from Cheryl she told her story.

"I was living in County Children's Home ever since I can remember. One day the man who was in charge came and told me I was going to be adopted. I was real happy about it at first. I wanted a mommy and daddy like other kids have. The man and woman who took me away told me they were going to give me a good home and that they had other children, too. I was very happy."

She hesitated again and Cheryl told her to go on.

"When we got to their house I was surprised it was so big. It was like a big old mansion. It looked very dark and a little scary. When we got inside I saw a bunch of girls sitting around in the living room. I think there were six or seven. I thought that was a lot of kids for one family. They told me to sit down and listen. They told me a bunch of rules and said I had to work for my keep. They said that I better do as I was told or they would punish me. They didn't seem very nice any more, and I was scared. There was a girl named Mary that looked like the oldest. They told me she would explain what I had to do."

She stopped again, and a blush slowly covered her cheeks. Once more it was Cheryl who urged her to continue. "Remember what I told you happened to me? That was embarrassing for me. But I told you so you would know I understand what you went through. Now you need to tell us what they made you do."

Ginger pressed her lips together and nodded. She clenched her fists in her lap and stared at them, unable to look at any of us. She spoke so softly that we could barely hear her. "First they made me get undressed right there in front of everyone. I tried to cover myself, but they yelled at me to keep my hands down by my sides. I was crying, and Mary told me I better do what they said. I stood there for a couple of minutes, and then George, the man who was in charge, told me to come over and stand in front of him. I was scared, and when I didn't move right away his wife, Maureen, jumped up and slapped me in the face. It almost knocked me down. They said I would get worse the next time I failed to obey. I hurried to George and...." She sniffed, then took a deep breath. "He... touched me. He touched... my private places and all over my body. He said I would... I would get a good price."

She was crying now, and we gave her some time to get control. Cheryl held her in her arms and soothed her as she wept. Then she went on with what I was sure was coming.

"I can't say it all, but Mary took me to her room and told me what they were going to make me do. She took off her shirt and showed me the marks on her back from being whipped. She said if I didn't do what they wanted they would beat me too. Then she explained about sex. I was twelve and had heard some stuff but didn't really know much. It sounded real scary, and I wanted to go back to the home. She told me the man at the home worked for this couple and would only send me back. So I stayed there for about a year."

She took a deep breath and shuddered as she continued.

"After a few days of training they sold me to a big ugly man. He was the first man to... to do it to me. It hurt really bad, but he just laughed when I screamed. While I lived there they made me have sex with a lot of people. They made me... made me do... mouth sex on both men and women, and they put things in my front and back. Whenever I tried to refuse or didn't do it fast enough they... they beat me. They thought I was tamed, so they stopped watching me so much. Yesterday I saw my chance and I ran away."

We all just sat there for a while trying to absorb what she had told us. Then Mother asked, "What about the man who was here this morning? What do you know about him?"

"I think he works for the county. I know he works with George and Maureen. They make the girls have sex with him in return for something he does for them. I don't know what it is, but they let him have all the girls he wants. He was the first one to... to put his thing in my bottom. He hurt me very bad and laughed at me when I cried." She wiped her eyes with a clenched fist but never looked up.

Mother had turned white as a sheet. She knew what was being said was true, and it shocked even her. I gave her a few minutes to gather her thoughts and then asked her who the man was.

"He's an inspector with the County Welfare Department. He makes spot inspections of child care facilities. He is a strong supporter of what I do here and comes here often to see what I'm doing for the girls."

As she said that she got an even more shocked look on her face as she realized something. I asked her what it was that had made her look so upset.

"When he comes here he often has private interviews with the girls. I know some of them don't like him, but they never said anything about any improper behavior. Now I wonder if he has been molesting my girls."

"I think that is possible. We need to ask the other girls, but I think they may be reluctant to tell us anything. Cheryl, you know all the girls, and they know and trust you. Would you please go talk to each of them alone and see what you can find out?"

She agreed and left to go see the other girls. I was afraid of what she would tell us when she returned. We tried to comfort Ginger while we waited. She put her head on my shoulder and cried for quite a while. I promised her I would protect her and wouldn't let anyone hurt her ever again. I told her I had helped Cheryl and would do the same for her. I asked her if she thought she could trust me.

Her arms tightened around me as she answered, "I trust you Sam. Cheryl told me what you did for her, so I know you'll help me too. But..."

"But what? Come on Ginger. You can tell me. What's bothering you?"

"Well, I know Mother is a good person and wants to help, but I don't want to stay here. I'm afraid that man will come back and see me. If he does I know he'll tell George, and they'll come and take me back."

Mother spoke even before I could answer. "I think she's right, Sam. He could come back any time and might see her before we could get her hidden. I think you better take her to a safer place. I'm sorry I can't help her, but I know you can."

I knew they were both right but didn't want to think about what that meant. I finally sighed and used a fingertip to tilt Ginger's face up. I smiled at her and said, "I think the best thing for now is if you come and stay with Cheryl and me. We have plenty of room and you'll be safe there for now. Is that okay with you?" I hoped she didn't notice that the smile was forced.

She smiled weakly and nodded her head yes. It seems she had attached herself to Cheryl and me and was happy to trust us to protect her.

It wasn't long before Cheryl came back with what she had learned from the other girls.

"You were right, Mother. He has been molesting them all. He hasn't had full sex with them yet, but he makes them let him touch them and has made them do oral sex on him. He told them they better not tell or he would see to it the house was closed down and you were sent to jail. He told them you would be very angry at them if they told anyone. They all said they loved you and this home and didn't want to do anything that would cause you trouble."

Mother was in tears. All her work with her girls seemed to be lost. She felt responsible for what had happened. Cheryl and I needed twenty minutes to convince her it wasn't her fault. Then we discussed what we could do to protect the girls from further abuse by this bastard. There was never any excuse for the kind of thing he was involved in. I promised them I would get to the bottom of it and see to it that George and his gang were punished. I was angrier than I had been at any time except when Cheryl had told me her story.

I looked around the room and shook my head. "Mother, you need a helper around this big home. You're working far too hard. I suggest you have your niece stay with you for a while. I have an operative who not only makes a wonderful niece but also looks like she might be your distant relative. When that bastard comes sniffing around again you should tell him that one of your backers is a minister and has insisted that from now on any interviews with the girls must have a woman present. Tell him he can talk to them in one part of the room and your niece will stay far enough away not to hear what is said, but she must be there for appearances' sake. Make it sound as if you are very sorry to impose this rule on someone you trust like him, but you have no choice."

Mother frowned at the floor and nodded several times before breaking into a wide grin. "That sounds good to me, Sam. I think I can pull it off. I'll explain it to the girls the same way. I think it will work."

I called my office and asked to speak with Jennie. She was one of my best operatives and looked very young in spite of years of experience. I gave her a quick rundown of what was going on and what I wanted her to do. She told me she could be there in under an hour. We hung up and I told the others what was going on. We decided to wait until she got there before the girls and I left. I told Mother she should greet Jennie at the door like she would any loving niece. She agreed.

I stood watch at the window. Forty-five minutes later Jennie pulled up in one of the company cars. It was old and beat up, the kind of car a young single girl just out on her own might have. What wasn't obvious was what it had under the hood. It could, and had many times, beat almost anything on the road in almost any conditions.

As Jennie got out of the car and reached in for her suitcase, Mother opened the door and called to her. "Jennie dear, it's so good to see you. Come here and give your auntie a big hug. I've missed you."

Jennie fell right into character. She dropped her suitcase, ran up the steps, and threw her arms around Mother. She gave her a big hug and kissed her cheek as if she was indeed a long lost niece. The scene played for a few minutes, and then Jennie retrieved her bag and came inside.

"Mother, this is Jennifer Ginsberg. She's one of my best operatives. Well done Jennie. I'm going to leave now with the girls. Mother will fill you in on the details. Basically, you are here to protect the girls that live here. You will act as Mother's helper and will, above all else, be sure that nobody is alone with the girls at any time except Mother. You are under her orders. You have my cell number, and if there is any problem you call me at once. Understand?"

"Yes sir. I wasn't sure if I should bring my weapon with children in the house, but I have it with me. If you think it would be better not to have it you can take it with you."

"I think you better keep it here. But be careful and make sure it is secured so there is no safety issue."

"Yes sir. Will do."

We said our good-byes and left after I checked for any watchers out on the street. I didn't want anyone to notice Ginger coming with us.

Cheryl and Ginger sat together in the back seat. Ginger had stopped crying but was still upset and frightened. Cheryl held her close the whole trip. I was deep in thought as I drove. Having Ginger move in with us would mean a change in our living arrangements. Cheryl would have to stay in her own room, and we would have to be careful about our relationship and activities.

When we got home Cheryl took Ginger to her room to shower and primp. Cheryl found a top and skirt that fit Ginger for the time being. When they came back out to the living room they both looked fresh and much happier. My little Cheryl was doing a great job of making Ginger feel at home and safe.

I made sandwiches, and we had a light lunch. Then I sat down with Ginger and got some details about where the house she had been held in was located and about the setup there. I sat at my computer and entered all the information she had given us including names and, where she was able to tell me, dates and places. When we finished I told the girls to watch TV while I made some calls.

I called my office and spoke to Amber. She was my research specialist. I knew if it was possible she would find out all there was to know about the people involved in this rotten business. I asked her to compile all she found out and e-mail the report to me at home. She promised to get right on it and get me the result ASAP.

After I talked to Amber I sat for a moment trying to think who else I could ask about this mess. The answer came quickly. The best source of information on any illegal activity in this town was Rat. He had been my snitch when I was a cop and had helped a lot on other cases since I went private. He had been very helpful with Cheryl's case. He was also very dependable and trustworthy. That sounds odd for a crook, but he was a man of honor within limits. He could and would keep his mouth shut if asked. If he gave his word, you could bank on it.

Rat had come up in the world in the last year or two. He no longer hung around on his old street corner. He now spent much of his time in McGintie's, a local bar. The owner let him have a table in the corner that he used as an office. He even had his own cell phone. I gave him a call. The phone rang twice and was picked up.

"Yeah?"

"It's Sam."

"What cha need Sam?"

"I need all you can find on a George and Maureen that run a local whorehouse forcing young girls to be prostitutes. They need to be put out of business, and I intend to see to it."

I gave him all I had and asked him to get back to me when he found out anything. As always I promised to cover expenses and his fee. He listened as I talked and then gave a quick "Gotcha" and hung up. He is a man of few words.

Next I called Wilson, my old partner at the Precinct House. I asked him if there was anything on a whorehouse staffed by underage girls. He put me on hold for a minute and came back to tell me there was a rumor, but Vice had not been able to get anything solid. He wanted more info and I promised he would get it as soon as I had the facts. He accepted that and hung up.

I checked on the girls and found them watching MTV. I hated that channel but let Cheryl watch it when I wasn't around. They were sitting together on the couch holding hands. I noticed that Cheryl had given Ginger her special friend, Fluffy the stuffed rabbit. Ginger was clutching it to her chest as if she was afraid it would hop away. I made my decision and told the girls we were going shopping. Ginger looked both surprised and unsure, but Cheryl beamed at me with a huge grin. She remembered all the things I had purchased for her the first time and was looking forward to seeing Ginger get the same kind of treatment.

I took them to the Mall. Now, I hate shopping. I especially hate shopping with or for women. When I needed things for Cheryl I had sent my executive secretary, Grace, to swap my money for girls' things. This time I took a chance. I turned Cheryl loose with an admonition not to go overboard and to get only those necessary items which Ginger really needed. I promised there would be other times for extras and gifts, but for now I just wanted her to have some nice things. Cheryl promised, and I sat on a bench outside the store to wait. When they had all that they defined as "necessary," I was called in to pay. It took a lot of time and a lot of money, but it was worth the look on Ginger's face.

Outside the store's entrance Ginger danced on the balls of her feet as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She looked at the shopping bags with wide, sparkling eyes and gushed, "Oh, thank you, Sam! I've never had this many clothes or such nice ones before!"

"You're welcome, Ginger. You deserve to have nice things."

As we were passing the ladies' rest room the girls decided they needed to stop for a potty break. While I waited I noticed a security guard standing near the entrance. I asked him to watch for the girls for a minute while I stepped into a shop next door. He said it was no problem, and I rushed into the store. It only took me a minute to find what I wanted and check out. I was back before the girls came out. I thanked the guard and sat down to wait.

When the girls came out of the rest room Cheryl noticed the package I was holding but only smiled and didn't say anything. Ginger was so excited over her new clothes she didn't notice my package. She was wearing one of her new outfits. She had on a pink tube top and hip hugger jeans with ankle socks and tennis shoes. She looked like any of the many other young girls I saw around there, except I thought she was much prettier than most.

We loaded into the car and headed home. On the way we decided to eat out. It had been a long day and we were tired, so we stopped at a Wendy's and pigged out on burgers and fries and milk shakes. Then we went home.

Cheryl took Ginger to her room and showed her where to put her things. She gave up half her closet and a couple of drawers.

After a few minutes Cheryl came out and told me I was in for a fashion show. Ginger wanted to show me what I had paid for. I agreed but warned Cheryl not to push Ginger into showing me anything too personal. I suspected she might have me looking at underwear and nightgowns if I let her. She just smiled and nodded, then went back to get Ginger.

The show was fun to see. Ginger was very shy and nervous, so Cheryl modeled some of her things too. They came out together and walked around and posed just like real models. When I complemented them or applauded they went back and changed. It didn't take long since there weren't many outfits. The show ended with both girls wearing long flannel nightgowns with cute little figures on them. Cheryl wore pink. Ginger wore blue and carried Fluffy. They were lovely.

They were about to go back to their room when I stopped them. I still had a surprise for Ginger.

"Ginger, dear, I noticed that Cheryl loaned you her Fluffy. I think you should give it back to her."

Ginger looked shocked, and her lower lip quivered. Cheryl just smiled at me. Ginger hesitated but handed Fluffy to Cheryl. She looked so sad I couldn't stand it. I reached down beside the couch and pulled out her hidden special present. I didn't say anything. I just handed it to her and watched.

Ginger tore open the package and took out a stuffed Teddy bear. Her eyes grew big and round, and her mouth fell open in surprise. Then she got a thoughtful look on her face. Suddenly there were tears running down her cheeks. She stood in front of me and looked down at the floor.

"Thank you for all the gifts, Sir. I'll do whatever you want to pay for them."

I was floored. I had done something nice for this sweet little girl, and she thought she had to pay me with her body. I reached out and pulled her into my arms. She felt tense at first, as if expecting me to collect on her offer.

"Ginger, my sweet little angel. You don't have to do anything except say thank you for the gifts. I gave them to you because I wanted you to be happy, not so you would give me anything in return. You will never have to pay for things I give you. You will, most of all, not ever have to let me use your body like those others did. That's all in the past now. Do you understand?"

She looked at me with wonder in her eyes. I let her go, and she stepped back a little, still looking at me. Then she looked at Cheryl.

"Is he telling the truth? All I have to do is say thank you?"

Cheryl nodded and grinned. "Yes. He loves giving presents. It makes him almost as happy as it makes the one who gets it."

Ginger looked back at me, still standing in front of me shyly.

"Thank you, sir. I like it very much. Is it okay if I hug you?"

"Of course it is, but only if you call me Sam. We're friends here okay?"

She nodded her head and rushed into my arms for another big hug. Then she placed a very gentle kiss on my cheek. I just held her for a while. As she finally let me go I looked at the bear.

"What are you going to name him?"

She thought about it a minute. "Boo Boo. I always liked Yogi Bear's little friend."

I held out my arms, and both girls joined me on the couch. I had an angel under each arm as we started to watch tv. After a while Ginger got up to go to the bathroom. I took that chance to talk to Cheryl.

"Sweetheart, you know that we have to be careful while Ginger stays here. We can't be too affectionate or make love. You can't sleep in my bed, and we can't take baths or showers together."

She looked at me with a very sad expression.

"I know, Sam. It'll be hard, but I guess it's all we can do. Ginger needs our help, and we'll just have to sacrifice for a while."

That being covered we settled down to watch TV. Ginger came out and sat with us on the couch. I had a girl on each side of me cuddled up close. It was nice and comfortable. We watched a Disney movie, and when it was over we went to bed. Separate beds. The girls slept together, and for the first time in a while, I was alone. It took me quite a while to get to sleep.

The End of Chapter 2

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