The Good Samaritan
Chapter 1: Should Always Know Better
What an absolutely wonderful day. It started when I woke up and remembered that I had no groceries
in my little apartment. All that was left from the last run to the store was a few slices of stale
bread and a half cup of milk that was on the verge of going sour. Well, except for the mystery
item in the freezer. That frozen green fuzzy mystery was not going to be touched.
To make things even better, I was broke. I'd even scrounged under the sofa cushions and found only
dust bunnies. The only thing that could help is if my Disability check and Social Security came in
todays mail. And that was no guarantee.
With the current administration, cutbacks and late checks were the norm, Sadly, that's what
happens when you put a businessman in the White House.
Later, when I was getting ready to go check, on the mail, hoping that if a check came, that my
knee wouldn't hurt too much to make it to the bank and back. That's when the neighbors started
getting into it again.
The family next door was your typical late 20th century dysfunctional family. The mom was nice
enough, mostly trying to keep a roof over her daughter's head. The husband was the girl's step
father, and never seemed to do anything, but find fault with the little girl. The mom Stephanie
was working 2 or three jobs so that the dead beat could sit in front of a TV set and drink beer.
The girl, Victoria was 12 years old, though she could pass for 15. Still on the short side, she
had already started to develop a figure that would be quite something in a few short years. If she
could get out of this sad life.
Sometimes, late at night when Stephanie was working so hard. I would hear sounds that made me
think that the bastard step father was abusing Victoria. Both physically abusing and sexually
molesting the girl. My greatest shame is that I did nothing to help out Vicky when I should have.
Today seemed to be one of the worst I'd heard through the walls. I headed for the mail boxes
downstairs, hoping things would quiet down by the time I came back. I got out the door and most of
the way to the elevator when their door flew open with a crash. Vicky made it out, closely
followed by her step dad, only her mom holding him back, kept them apart.
As the elevator door opened, Vicky dashed for its relative safety, tears in her eyes from the
verbal abuse from his screaming at her. Fortunately the doors closed before he could get near.
I asked, "Are you okay Vicky? Things were sounding pretty bad there."
She looked up at me through the bangs of her bright copper colored, middle of the back hair, tears
flowing down her face. "Oh, Walter, what am I going to do? If I stay in that place any longer, I'm
sure that Fred will kill me. If I don't kill myself."
That's me Walter. I've talked to her many times, and never had she said anything about taking her
own life. Things must have gotten really bad for her. "Vicky, you shouldn't talk like that, a
pretty young girl like you has your whole life to look forward to. Don't let anything that Fred
says make you doubt that. Life is precious, all life."
As the door opened in the lobby, Vicky wiped her tears away and then gave me a hug, "Walter, I
wish you could have been my daddy, you're always so nice to me." She reached up on her toes and
pulled me down to be face to face, "Thank You!" When she kissed me, an old man, I was very
embarrassed.
As we walked together to the mailboxes, I asked, "What are you going to do Vicky? Is there
anywhere you can go to get away from him for a while?" Thinking that I left myself open, I added,
"A friend from school or a relative?"
She looked sad, "No, mom's the only family I have left. My real dad's parents are still alive,
somewhere back east, I've never met them before. And mom's passed away when I was very little, I
can barely remember them at all."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Vicky." Sorting through my mail, Thank God! My check was there, what a
relief. "Do you know anything about your dad's folks though? Anything that might help you at some
point?"
"Dad never said much, though from what mom has said at times, they thought that dad was a
disappointment to them because he married my mom. That mom was somehow beneath their family, like
they were special in some way. But dad refused to talk about it. Then when he died three years
ago, there was no way to find out."
I thought, "I'm truly sorry about that Vicky, you're too nice of a young lady for that." She gave me another
hug for that. "Hey, if you wanted to, you could help me. I need to get groceries and could use the help of
a strong young person such as yourself."
Vicky smiled, "See, that's what I mean about you being nice to me! Normally, people either ignore
me or call me kid. And the ones that don't do either .... ew." She shook as if to shed some ill
feeling. Then added, "Of course I'll help you Walter, I'd love to."
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During our four block walk to the closest chain market that had a bank branch, shopping and then
walking back home, I learned a lot about Vicky. I asked her what she meant about those others, she
had shuddered over.
Her eyes turned down, like she was ashamed of what she was about to say, "Walter, you've known me
for most of my life, but if we had never met, and you only now just had seen me for the first
time, how old would you think I was?"
I thought, "Well, to be absolutely honest, because that's what I think you would want to hear." At
this she nodded her head yes. "Ok, I'd say that you were an average 15yo, who was on the very
short side for her age group."
She nodded, "That's the problem with people who don't really know me."
I said, "You mean boys, especially the older boys? Yes?"
"Yes, the older boys. You know I'm only 12, but you also treat me like I'm older, only with
respect. You're a gentleman. I've seen how you talk to and act with people, you treat them the way
they deserve based on how they treat you."
I said, "Thank You, Vicky! That's very kind of you to say."
Vicky said, "Because I began maturing earlier than most girls, the boys all think that I want to
do stuff with them. They say gross things about what they want. Some things even make me sick. I
can't say anything to mom, I'd be too embarrassed. And Fred, I can't talk to him. That's out of
the question."
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We got back to the apartment building and everything seemed quiet as we made it into my place and
put the groceries away. Her place next door was all quiet for a change. I had her sit at the table
while I made us some tea.
As we sipped at our tea, I quietly asked, "Vicky, I know you're very young and I have no right to
ask this... but I feel that I need to ask so maybe I can help you. You have nothing to fear from
an old man like me, and if you don't want to answer, just tell me it's none of my business. Okay?"
She looked only into her cup as she held it before her lips, "Okay Walter."
I looked her in the eye, "Vicky, you have nothing to be ashamed of, just know that first off. But
from some of the things I hear through the walls, I have to ask. Is your step father, Fred,
hurting you? Or doing anything that he shouldn't do?"
She started to gently weep. I moved my chair closer, to put an arm around her and pat her on the
back, "It'll be okay Vicky. Everything will get better. I promise."
When she talked, it was so soft that I could hardly hear her, "He's careful not to hurt me after
the first time he left bruises on me. Mom was going to call the cops on him. He promised her that
he'd stop."
I knew there was more to it than that. "And... "
That's when the tears really started to flow. Between sobs and terrified shakes, I learned that he
had been touching her, playing with her. Mostly her breasts, but very recently, he had started to
finger her, saying 'I like it that you don't have any hair down there, your mum is so wooly down
there it's like playing with a sheep'. She felt it was only a matter of time before he tried to
take her flower. As she said it.
As I tried to get her calmed down, it was all I could do to calm myself too. I grabbed my phone
off the table and started to dial 911. When she saw that, she was nearly hysterical, pleading not
to make things worse. She made me promise not to do anything unless it got worse for her.
It was all I could do to agree, and mean it without calling the cops the second she went home.
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Some time later, I woke up to the sounds of things breaking, in the apartment next door. Vicky's
apartment. I must have fallen asleep watching the tube. The sounds were the stuff of horror
movies. When I heard Vicky scream for him to stop and get off of her. I lost it. I grabbed my
phone heading for the door.
Fortunately, the 911 operator answered before I could make it to their door. I explained what I
heard through the walls as I beat on the door, "Answer the door, Fred, I called the cops and
they're on their way here now. Leave Vicky alone, you bastard." The whole time the call was open
so the operator could hear everything.
For five minutes I pounded on the door. During that time I could hear Vicky crying and screaming
from what I thought must be her room. I heard the operator say that the officers were almost there
and for me to stay calm, that was the best way to help Vicky.
Finally she screamed, "Walter, help me!" And then quiet. Now I was dying, I couldn't help poor
Vicky, I was useless. I fell to the floor, still banging impotently on the door.
The door yanks open away from my still raised hand. It was Fred, still pulling his pants up.
"You're the neighbor from next door, Walter." He kicked me in the gut and I sprawled on the floor.
A second and third kick quickly followed. When he heard the operator on my phone, he crushed his
heel into it, destroying it.
I weakly croak out, "They'll be here any second, you bastard."
He started kicking again, and I thought he'd never stop. He said, "You should never have butted
in, telling the little slut that her 'flower', was hers to give to whom she chose, but she's mine
and I'll do what I please."
The last thing I remember was seeing her kneeling in the doorway to another room, her pajamas
torn, exposing her breasts and her vagina. It looked like there was blood on her thighs. All I
heard after that was, "Nooo!" A gut wrenching scream and then a blinding flash of light.
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The Good Samaritan
Chapter 2: What Hell Hath Roth
I had flashes of conversations with Victoria, she told me to call her Vic, and it seemed we were going to be
good friends from then on. In other flashes, I heard worried voices asking questions. I heard Vic's mom,
Stephanie, crying for her to come back.
I woke once hearing the beeps of hospital equipment, then soft voices before I fell back under. I didn't hurt at
all, so they must have me on some strong MEDs. I don't know how long I was out, but there were plenty of flashes
of things in my room. I could hear Vic say, "It's okay now, you're going to be fine. We'll be together always."
After a long time had passed where the only thing I remember was dreaming of being with Vic. Playing with her,
helping her with her homework, playing dress up, doing makeup. This whole time in dreamland as time passed in
the real world, I knew it was a dream. The only sense I had of myself was an indistinct form without substance.
The only thing that seemed to change was Vic. In this dreamland, Vic looked like she was putting on weight, not
a lot, just enough that it was noticeable. In all this time that I spent with Vic, I realized that we had spent
a lot of time nude. The strange thing was that it didn't feel wrong. It felt right in some way.
I asked her in a soft voice, "Vic, why is it that you feel comfortable be naked around me? It's a little strange
don't you think?"
She laughed. I really loved to hear that sound come from her, she deserved to laugh more. "I've been waiting for
you to say something. So I guess you're almost ready." She didn't say my name. That's when it finally occurred
to me that since we've been in this dreamland, she has not said my name.
It's hard to look stern when you don't seem to have substance, so I tried to convey it with my tone of voice.
"Victoria! Why don't you ever say my name anymore?" That came out sounding far too sweet to come from me. And
because I thought that I needed to be a little mean, "And why are you getting fat? This is a dream, you should
be able to look whatever way you want."
She said, "This is and isn't a dream. I'll try to explain. From what I've heard from the real world is, that
this is some form of psychological way for the mind to cope with traumatic stress."
"Okay, I can understand that. But, why are we together coping with this stress?"
Vic sighed, "You remember what happened?"
I said, "The last I remember was Fred kicking me, then seeing you in a doorway with torn clothes. You screamed,
there was a flash of bright light, and that was it until this dream."
She nodded, "What you didn't see, was that Fred came to my bed and started to play with me. I didn't want
anything to do with him. And after our talk that afternoon, I told him that you said it was wrong for him hurt
me this way. He got really mad, like I've never seen before. Next thing, he rips my pajamas and climbs on top of
me."
Continuing, "He stuck his thing in me, calling me a slut, telling me that I wanted it and that he was going to
take it. That I was his. After I called out your name for help, I felt his p...enis, his thing, start to pulse
and shoot something into into me. All I wanted to do was die."
"After he climbed off of me, he went to the door. I could hear him beating you, and I couldn't forgive myself if
you were hurt by him. I crawled to my door. Seeing him kicking you, a rage built inside me. I had no control, it
grew and grew, getting larger and hotter. When I screamed out, it seemed as if all of my hate and rage for Fred
came shooting out of me."
"Then what?" I asked.
She shrugged and pointed around us. I started thinking over everything that had happened then and now in the
dream world. And the more I thought about it, the more my sense of self took hold. Soon I began to have
substance, I could feel my body move. It was different. I noticed I looked level into Vics eyes.
As I noticed more and more things, I realized that I had breasts, not just any breasts, but they looked a lot
like Vic's. I knew they were big for a girl, her age, but, looking down my cleavage, they looked enormous. Wait,
a girl her age!
"And we are not fat! That fucking asshole raped me and got us pregnant."
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I woke up, sitting straight up in bed and yelled at the top of my 12yo shrill girl's voice, "I'm pregnant!" And
promptly fainted back into bed.
It could only have been moments later, I felt a cool cloth on my forehead and a soothing voice saying it was all
alright. The voice also told me that 'my mother' was just waiting to see me, being very worried about what
happened last week.
Wait! What? A week? It seemed like so much longer, I had seen Vic show in the dream world. Then, my mother, that
must be Stephanie. That means I'm Victoria now, but how? And why? Before I had time for more, introspection,
Stephanie burst through the door running for me.
She wrapped me in her warm, motherly embrace. It felt good to be loved and wanted, to be someones little girl.
What was I thinking, I have to say something before this goes too far. I started to open my mouth, when a voice
in my head said, 'Stop, if you say anything, it will just hurt her more. I know you don't want that!"
In my head, I thought, 'Vicky, is that you in my head?' She answered, "Of course it's me, who else could it be.
And by the way, it's my head, you're just the one in control. Ok Vic?' 'Why are you calling me Vic? Vicky?'
You're in a girl's body now, I can't call you Walter anymore, now can I?'
She had me there, 'Why am I here at all?' Vicky, 'I don't know, maybe ask mom what happened and we can go from
there, ok?' I answered, 'Okay!' I could feel Stephanie backing away to get a look at me, I could feel the
pressure easing as our breasts separated.
I tried sitting up, until the nurse pushed the bed controls into my hand, my hands were so small I had to use
both to get the bed where I wanted it. I pushed stray strands of long red hair out of my eyes. Stephanie helped
on the other side. I noticed her hair was only slightly darker than my now bright flaming red hair.
I hadn't noticed how tired and worn she looked. This past week must have been very hard for her, worrying about
Vicky. And I guess me too, since I was here with Vicky. In a voice that felt foreign to my ears, I said,
"Stephanie, are you ok? You look terrible?"
"Victoria Rose Tyler!" I made a monumental goof right there.
"I'm sorry mom, I don't know what I was thinking."
She smiled, "Mommy forgives you dear, you're my daughter and that's all that matters!" She hugged me again, hmm,
that feels nice. I could get used to that. "Just tell mommy you're okay."
It wasn't hard to pretend to be the hurt little girl. I asked, "What happened mommy?" Then, "I don't remember
what happened after Fred started to rape me." As I started to cry. Mom, Stephanie, held me tighter.
Stephanie explained that the police had called her away from work because of, as they said, an incident. When
she got to the apartment, the paramedics were already taking Vicky away on a stretcher. The police told her that
apparently Fred had raped Vicky and was beating up on Walter, the neighbor when something very strange occurred.
I couldn't help myself as I blurted out, "What happened to Walter?"
Stephanie cried, "I didn't know that you knew Walter so well, he was such a nice old guy. If he'd even been 20
years younger, I might not have got involved with Fred in the first place and none of this would have had to
happen."
"But what happened, mom!" I started crying too.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart, Walter is gone. Fred kicked him a few times too many. He couldn't have survived that
abuse. The police said, 'He gave his life to try and save your daughter', they were sorry that they got there
too late to stop what happened."
Well, I kind of figured that I had died, but that didn't explain why I was sharing a body with Vicky now. I
started shaking all over. Stephanie must have thought I was getting worried about Fred.
Steph, mom, I guess from now on, "Don't fret, honey, just forget about Fred. He'll never hurt you or anyone else
again."
I asked, "So, he's going to jail then?"
She got very serious then, "That's what the police thought was so strange. They were just out of the elevator
and drawing their guns, Fred was standing over Walter about to kick him again. When a ball of fire, engulfed
Fred, and quickly consumed him, as he screamed in horrible pain. They said that the only thing left of him were
his ashes. The thing that made it more unusual was that He fell on top of Walter, but the flames wouldn't touch
him."
At least he finally got what he deserved for how he treated poor Vicky. I opened my mouth, "St... Mom... I'm
pregnant!" I began to cry harder than I ever had before.
She held me, "Vicky dear, don't say that! The doctors haven't said anything yet, so I'm sure it will be okay."
Just then, the nurse excused herself.
A few minutes later, two doctors entered the room. The first one was a lady, average height, but very cute, her
long blonde hair in a high ponytail with pink and blue ribbons. She Introduced herself to me, "Well, Victoria,
it's nice to see you awake, I'm Doctor Rebeka Stone, your general health doctor. And this is," Gesturing to the
other doctor, "Doctor Albert Wistlebloom, he's a psychiatrist."
I shook their hands. I said, "Doctor Who?"
He thought it was funny, "I get that more than you could possibly know."
Mom looked confused, then the three of us tried to explain about the BBC television show by that name. She
finally got the joke and laughed too.
Doctor Rebeka started, "Let me start by saying that you are completely healthy and fine. That is for someone who
is just finding out she is pregnant from being raped. I'm so sorry!"
Doctor 'Who', kind of reminded me of David Tennant, who played the 'Doctor' from the show, then began, "That
brings us to why I'm here. Since Victoria here, was out for a week. We tried many tests on her subconscious. It
seems that her being 'out of it' for the last week, was, her mind's way, of dealing with being raped."
I said, "That makes a lot of sense."
The two doctors looked at one another, Dr Who said, "The only thing is, in most cases like this, the patient
would be in a catatonic state for months or even years, especially someone so young as yourself."
And Dr Rebeka said, "The only thing that doesn't explain is how you knew you are pregnant?"
I laughed, "I think I can sort that one out." They all, including Steph, were looking at me. "Well, while I was
out, I was in a dream world with myself. You could actually say that the two of us spent a lot of time together
talking and playing together. When I noticed my other self was getting fat, she told me that we are pregnant.
And that's when I woke up."
Dr Who, "Well, that certainly explains a lot. You have a very interesting mind, young Victoria."
I smiled. If you only knew! "Just call me Vicky."
"Okay Vicky, as long as you call me Dr Albie. Not everyone gets the Doctor Who jokes."
And then, "And you can call me Dr Beka, okay! We have to do a few more tests now that you're awake, but if all
goes well, you'll be able to go home in a few more days dear."
Mom said, "Thank you so much doctors, my baby is my life. I can't tell you how happy I am."
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It was later that first day when they took out the IVs and the catheter, but kept the monitoring leads to know I
was safe for a while. But one thing was for sure, no matter what gender, a catheter is just not fun, to use or
have removed. At least it was gone.
Vicky and I spent a lot of time talking together, but she wouldn't talk to anyone else, she just shut down when
it was anyone but me. That and a few other things I learned during my frequent psych exams, led me to understand
the why, if not the how I came to be with Vicky.
Other than the doctors and nurses, I spent a lot of time with my mom. It still felt strange thinking about
Stephanie in those terms, but that is the way things are now. I hope that at some point in the future, I'd be
able to tell her the whole truth.
After more tests by Dr Beka, it was confirmed that without a doubt, I was in fact pregnant. Any time I tried to
discuss anything about the rape, Vicky would close down and go away. Mom and I talked about the baby and what
would be best for it. Stephanie had not raised Vicky under any strict religious beliefs. And nothing in my past
life led me to any solid conclusions either.
We were given the choice of abortion only because the pregnancy was the direct result of a rape. Before, I was
neither, pro or anti, on the whole abortion thing, but I did feel that the expectant mother should have the
right to choose what happened to her body.
With that thought, and no input from Vicky, I made my choice and explained it to my mom. I think she understood.
I told her, "I don't know yet about adoption or not. But I am sure that the child I carry is an innocent, and
shouldn't have to pay for the sins of the father."
Mom said, "I feel that you are right about that. Fred was a terrible person. And this child deserves the chance
that anyone else does. I'm happy to see that you have chosen the more mature way of dealing with a bad
situation. I am very proud of you Vicky!"
She held me for a long while, rocking me on her lap. That gave me a strange thought. In around nine months, I
could be the one rocking their child. That truly scared me to my core. What was going to happen to me.
I asked her, "Mom, what's going to happen to me? I'm scared."
She said, "What scares you sweetie?"
I cried, "I'm 12 years old and already have large breasts. With the baby and nursing, they're going to get
bigger yet. I don't want to be 13 and have everyone think that I'm a freak because of my breasts."
"Don't you dare think that! Every body's bodies develops differently and at different rates. Just because you
developed early, doesn't mean that they will continue on in that way." She hugged me some more, "And yes,
nursing a baby will increase their size, but they won't always stay that way. If you take good care of yourself
and workout afterwards, well, you don't know what will happen. Okay?"
I asked, "Are you sure mom? What about you?"
Mom laughed, "Well, for me, and don't you dare tell anyone about this," She pretended to look around to see if
anyone was listening to us. "I was just the opposite of you honey. I was a late bloomer, when I became pregnant
with you, mine grew enormously. Your dad said it was the best thing that ever happened to me for him. And he was
right!" Still smiling, "It took a lot of work getting into shape after you were born, but it was worth it."
"God mom, you're still one of the best looking women in this city, I just hope I end up looking half as good as
you. After dad, I don't know how you let yourself be conned by Fred, he was such a loser." Now, part of that was
the old me talking, because Stephanie was way beyond hot looking. How she ended up with Fred after Vicky's dad
died is beyond me. The rest was just being honest with her.
Stephanie blushed at the compliment, "Well, honey, you got nothing to worry about there, cause you're already
more beautiful than me. And well, about Fred, you can't always tell when your heart wants, what it wants. You'll
understand that when you're older."
I muttered under my breath, "I'm twice as old as you, and I guess I'll never understand."
End of Chapter 2
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The Good Samaritan
Chapter 3: Police Involvement
It was a few days later that Dr Beka and Dr Albie said I was going to be allowed to go home. Mom was with me again, she was there as much as her jobs allowed her to be. I was trying to convince her that she needed to quit all except the one she liked doing, and we were arguing about it, when HE knocked on the open door of the room.
After almost two weeks in this body with, and at times without Vicky's influence, I knew that my preferences were starting to change. God, this guy was just so gorgeous, he reminded me of Jimmy Smits who played on NYPD Blue.
He looked good in the cheap suit he wore, he had to be a cop. That was confirmed when he introduced himself, "Sorry to interrupt the argument, but the nurse at the charge station said I could find Ms and Miss Tyler here." We both nodded, "Good, I'm Det. Bobby Simone. I'm here to ask some questions if you have the time?"
I could tell that mom thought he was cute too. She flushed a light pink when she said, "Certainly, Det. Simone, we'd be glad to help you. Please call me Stephanie," Turning to me, "This is my daughter Victoria."
I said, "Vicky, please!"
"Thank you, Ladies! In that case, call me Bobby, okay?" He was very disarming, genuinely a nice guy.
A nurse came and left before he began.
He began, "First, let me say, I'm sorry for what happened to you! Rape is a horrific thing for any mature woman to have to endure, much less a 12 year old girl as yourself. I'm happy to see you are recovering so well."
It's a good thing I was now only 12, oh boy! "Thank you Det. Bobby." He must have thought it was cute that I called him Det. Bobby, cause he didn't correct me. He probably gets that a lot at his age, early thirties. Maybe a few years younger than Stephanie.
Bobby asked, "I hate to do this, but I have to ask you to tell me in your own words what happened to you?"
It took almost two hours to tell the whole story, I began with the fight that happened earlier in the day with Fred. The long talk I had with Walter, who Vicky felt had rescued her. How Walter had wanted to call the cops then, and how Vicky had pleaded with him not to. I covered everything up to the flash of light, and what mom had told me afterwards. I couldn't help myself, his soft brown eyes made me trust him completely.
He took our contact info before he made to leave, "If I have any more questions, I'll let you know. I wish we could have met under nicer circumstances." He took my hand and kissed it, just as I did as a young man. Then he kissed mom's hand and walked out the door.
Mom watched at the door as he walked down the hallway, he must have turned and seen her, cause she gave a tiny wave of her hand. She returned to sit next to me.
"Did you notice?" I asked, breaking her train of thought.
"Notice what dear?" Still a little dazed.
I smiled, "Nothing really! Just that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring."
"That's nice dear." Then she seemed to hear what I said, "Wait... what?"
I laughed so hard, I almost fell out of the bed.
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I finally got to go home. Things were very strange. I had to remember to stop at our door, instead of continuing past to my old apartment. Waiting for mom to open the door, I noticed that there was a faint outline of a body leftover, forever burned into the flooring. And a slight smell.
Mom noticed I was sniffing the air, "Yeah, I smell it too. But I can't place the odor, kind of sweet and a little acrid."
Without thinking, I said, "Kind of reminds me of church."
She nodded her head as we went into the apartment, "Kind of does."
Not knowing what to do, I followed her around. I realized that all traces of Fred were gone. Mom had spent her time while I was at the hospital, trying to erase him from our lives, and I was happy for that. I decided it was best not to say anything in case it would upset her.
Mom said, "Why don't you take a bath to settle back in, light some of those candles you like and ease into it. And if you want, I can wash your hair for you, like when you were just a little girl."
Feeling like she needed that more than I need, I agreed. I headed to what was now my room and got undressed, grabbed a robe and headed for the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I found that mom already had the water running and candles lit. I removed the towel and hung it up on the back of the door. Turning back to the tub, I got my first real long look at Vicky's body.
Even though I was now only 12, I knew I could easily pass for older. This body had developed early and was quite something for this former old man to see. What I saw reflected was a striking young girl, already with a healthy figure. The breasts were large for a 12 year old, at a C cup. Narrow athletic waist with the hint of solid abs. And wide hips, fitting for this figure. If I had to guess, I would say that my dimensions were 32c, 20, 34.
I had natural bright red hair, the color of a new penny. Bright green / hazel eyes. Pouty lips with a little nub of a nose. Flawless fair skin, with just a dusting of freckles to prove my red hair was genuine, not to mention the almost bare with a wisp of red above my womanly opening.
Mom entered the bathroom putting her hands on my shoulders, breaking me out of my reverie of checking myself out. I know that I probably should have made a fuss about her seeing me this way, but she was this body's mother. She said, "There's my beautiful girl."
I said, "Thanks mom. That means a lot."
Looking me in the eyes through the mirror, "Sweetheart, I know it's been hard on you developing early like you did, but it's just as hard if not harder to be a late bloomer like I was."
Looking back into her eyes, "Really mom, it was that hard on you too?"
She guided me to the tub, I stepped in testing with a toe, it was hot, but it felt good. With steam rising from the water, I lowered myself down, sinking down till only my head stuck out of the water. Mom had added strawberry bath salts, and it felt amazing.
Using a plastic cup, she doused my hair with the hot water and began washing it with another strawberry scented shampoo. We talked as she washed, rinsed and conditioned my hair. If you're thinking the conditioner was more strawberry, you'd be wrong, it was strawberry shortcake. I learned a lot about Stephanie that even Vicky didn't know.
There was one thing that I seemed to notice though. The more time I spent as Vicky and became comfortable in her body, the less she made her presence known.
After mom left me on my own, I thought to myself, 'Vicky? Are you still here? Speak to me please.' Nothing, no answer, 'Vicky, I can't do this alone. I know you're there, I can feel you, sense your being. Please Vicky, talk to me, I need your help.'
After a bit and still no answer, I figured that desperate times called for desperate measures. There was one way I felt sure would make her take notice, and I was not sure I could go through with it. Mostly because it would be a turning point for me, with two possible outcomes. Either Vicky would answer or be so traumatized that she would retreat so deep into the back of the mind, that she would effectively be gone for good.
I figured that if this didn't work, I would really be off no worse than I already was, so I gave it a go. Reaching up with both hands toward the nipples that were just at the surface of the water. A light pinch to one and then the other, a ripple ran through my body like a live wire. Oh, that felt nice, these nipples were sensitive. I tried to clear my mind and think Vicky as I kneaded my swelling areola's.
I felt Vicky's presence in the background, but she still refused to come forward. I let my right hand start moving down, once into the wisp of red fuzz, the destination was clear. Though it took until I had most of one finger buried inside the wet folds of our vagina, before I got a response.
Considering that Fred had raped her, Vicky's reaction was just about what you'd expect. She screamed, thankfully in my head. Quickly, 'Vicky, I'm so sorry to have to do that to you to get your attention, but I need you.'
In a furious tone, one that I never would associate with the girl I thought I knew, 'What is it you want Vic? I don't want to be here anymore. To tell you the truth, if things had kept going the way they were with Fred, I probably would have killed myself within the month. So I guess that since you are here now, you can have this life, it's all yours. If you want to play with yourself, then go ahead, but I will bury myself so deep that you'll never reach me again.'
'Vicky, you can't mean that?'
'I do!'
'But Vicky, if you give up completely, you'll never know how you stopped Fred with that ball of fire. At least you should want to know that. And you can hardly expect me to take over your life when I know nothing about you. Without you, I'll soon find myself making mistakes that for you are common sense.'
She said, 'I'm not so sure, life since dad died hasn't been the same.'
'I understand that Vicky, but things will get better. I promise! And I won't touch us again. But when the time is right and when you're with the right person, those touches can feel like nothing else.'
I got out to dry off, though Vicky was quiet, I could still feel her presense very close now. Softly, I thought,'Vicky, I love you!'
End of Chapter 3
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Chapter 4: New Lives Begin
After that, I began to settle in as Vicky, though some things were hard, clothes for one. Vicky had lots of clothes that seemed both immodest and conservative at the same time. Sometimes my choices were looked on as too prim and others as being whorish. And don't get me started on the makeup.
Funny enough, what I thought was appropriate, Stephanie seemed to like the best and Vicky wasn't happy with. So everything became a balance between mom, Vicky and myself.
It wasn't too long before we saw Det. Bobby again. He visited us about a week after getting home, say, "I had to come by and let the landlord know that it was ok with the investigation if he re-lets the room of your neighbor Walter. I was going to take one last look around his place. The landlord said you could take anything you wanted."
Mom said, "That was nice of him, but I'm not sure how'ld I feel. But we can look."
Bobby led us over next door and let us in. It had been two weeks since I had been in here. Looking around, there wasn't anything I wanted to keep, except for the china and silverware that used to belong to my original mother, and it may have belonged to grandma before her.
Stephanie liked it too, so we spent some time packing it while Bobby looked through what papers he could find. Bobby found my pile of past due notices and was sorting through them when he announced that he found something important.
I knew there was nothing important, but was still interested in what he found. We gathered close together as Bobby showed his discovery, it was my life insurance policy. But it couldn't be, I didn't have a life policy. I hadn't made enough in the last ten years to pay into it. I started to say something when Bobby stopped me.
Bobby said, reading from the document, "This document in legal and binding form, for Walter Scott Riley's Life Policy, pays the sum of 1,000,000.00 dollars to Miss Victoria Rose Tyler. It goes on to say that he always appreciated that no matter how bad her day was, that she always tried to help him."
Bobby looked smug, while mom was in total shock. Well, I was too, but only because I knew I had never signed those papers. If I had thought about it, I surely would have, and remembered and told someone. But at least it would go where it was needed. Mom took my silence as excitement, and started jumping up and down. Bobby had a strange look on his face that I couldn't place at the time.
Bobby helped us move the china and silverware, and promised to help us with dealing with the bank. I don't know how, but I was happy to accept the money as it would be from myself. Vicky asked what was wrong with the money, it would make life easier for mom. I explained that I would have if I had thought about it, but I hadn't. Now she too was confused about the mystery.
Bobby was nice and called for an appointment with the insurance agency and the bank. That made things easier on mom. I could tell that she was getting into receiving attention from Det Bobby, and that made me feel good for her.
With Bobby's insistence, he found a bank that would offer a better interest rate on the deposited sum and so that mom would receive the monthly interest for our living expenses. I would get a weekly allowance, a fair amount agreed to by both of us. While the principal was held in trust till I turned 21.
I felt everything was fair, since Stephanie would be taking care of most of my expenses any way. What I got as an allowance was more than I needed, and I would bank the rest in different accounts. I learned my lesson already once.
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After that, things fell into some order. I had school, which would have been impossible without Vicky at my side. Names and faces. What to say and who to ignore, not that she seemed to have many friends. Being the most physically mature girl in school, kept most of the others away from me. And that was before my classmates found out I was pregnant.
And that spread like wildfire. Just that I was pregnant, nothing about being raped. When complaints from other parents started hitting the school office, I was called to the principal office. I was made to wait until mom showed up. Thankfully, Bobby was with her.
The principal made her case that it was hardly proper for a 12yo girl be allowed to attend, in what she called 'My condition'. Mom started to say something when Bobby came to my rescue. He quickly informed her that I, Vicky had been raped by my step-father and was in no way consensual. In my head, I was explaining what he said, so she could understand what was being said.
The principal quickly changed her tune and became all apologetic. It was soon decided to hold a school assembly to cover what had happened and to have Detective Bobby and a police specialist in this subject to give the talk. He said it would be good for the students in general and me specifically to get this out and in the open.
Bobby called the precinct and made the arrangements to do the assembly after the first period tomorrow. He suggested to mom and the principal that I take the rest of the day off, to let the rumor mill settle down.
Mom and I really liked Bobby, he was handsome as all get out with that suavy rico thing going on. But the more I was around him, I got the feeling that there was something not completely straight with him. Everybody liked him and agreed with him on everything, if not at first, then after a bit of persuading.
Bobby asked if he could take mom and I out for dinner, she was hesitant at first, then said "Ok", when I poked her in the side. I knew she liked him and I didn't see any harm in the two of them dating. Bobby even winked at me for helping him. He left saying, "See you at 6 tonight".
Vicky thought it was good for her mom to see someone so much better than Fred had been. Like me, she had some form of reservation about him too, but couldn't put it into words.
Wow! This whole her, I and we thing was starting to give me a headache. Bobby said he would pick us up at 6pm that evening. He wouldn't say, but knew the perfect place to go. All he said was to dress casual but nice.
Mom was a nervous wreck trying to decide what to wear, finally deciding on a cute grey skirt cut to the top of her knees and a matching jacket over a crisp rose colored blouse. She wore just the right jewelry to make it known it was a date and not a business meeting.
I chose a grey plaid skirt with a bright pink pattern, knee high socks with matching plaid on the top, a white blouse and grey sweater. With black Mary-Janes, it almost looked like a school uniform. Putting my hair into pigtails sold the look.
Being the gentleman that he was, Bobby rang our doorbell just at 6 on the dot. Bobby won points with me for that, these younger folks always seemed to have no sense of time. When mom opened the door, he stared for a moment, then, "Stephanie, you look amazing!" Turning to me, "And Vicky, you look just so cute, your father would be so proud of you!"
Though I felt it was an odd thing for him to say, mom and I both thanked him for his compliments. I could tell that mom was eating this up. The best I ever heard from Fred was for her to get her cute ass to the fridge to get him a beer. As a man, I never would have said anything like that, at least not the way he meant it.
Once outside, he took both our arms in his, "I don't know what I did to deserve a night out with the two best looking ladies in our fine city of Tacoma." I blushed, but no where near as mom did, her face was almost the color of my hair. Bobby was being very smooth.
Ever the gentleman, Bobby held the door for each of us on his fairly new Dodge Durango R/T in brilliant white. After seating us, Bobby went around to get in. I noticed he was wearing a much better quality blue suit with light blue shirt and tie. He looked like a blue version of James Bond.
He pulled away from the curb with a throaty rumble, reminding me of past cars I had owned over the last several decades. Maybe if this worked out with mom and Bobby, I could get to drive this in a few years. Hey! A girls gotta have dreams.
As I dreamed about Bobby's Durango, he and mom chatted about things I couldn't care about. That got me thinking, how does a cop, even a detective afford a $45k SUV and a $300 suit. God, I sure hope he wasn't crooked. Even a nice guy can be bent like a pretzel.
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Very soon, Bobby pulled up in front of a small, nice looking place. Mom gasped, "My god, I haven't been here in years, not since Vicky, was just a little thing. This was where her father, Rob, took me on our first date."
Seeing her start to tear up, Bobby asked, "Would you rather someplace else? I'm sorry if it brings up painful memories. It's just that in the last few years, this place has come to be like home to me. I thought that you would like it, too."
Mom gets a hold of herself, "No, this place is just perfect. It has lots of great memories for me. Vicky might not remember the place, but this will do just fine."
Bobby was quick to help us out of the car. Standing with us on either arm, we look at the entrance to the 'Top of Tacoma, Bar and Cafe'.
Bobby led us to the door and held it open as we entered. They were half full on this weeknight, mostly families and a couple of lone wolves. The entire room greeted Bobby like he was part of the family, "Bobby!". Wow, I guess he did spend a lot of time here.
An older couple came up to Bobby and gave him a hug. The lady hugs mom, "Everyone calls me Momma!" Then back to Bobby, "So Bobby, after all this time, you finally bring your family with you. This little one has your eyes." Speaking of me.
Now it was Bobby's turn to blush, "Now Momma."
I spoke up next, "Thank you Ma'am for the compliment, but Det Bobby is just our, mom's and my friend."
Momma spent some time trying to digest that, then, "I don't believe that, there is too much likeness."
Mom then added, "Momma, I used to come with my husband, years ago, before he died. I'm Stephanie, and this is my daughter, Victoria."
Momma, "I remember you, your man was Robert. But can this be little Vicky? All grown up!"
I smiled at her, "Not grown up yet, I'm just twelve. I just was an early bloomer, so I look older than I am."
Momma showed us to a table, "Don't fret child, we all grow up as the goddess makes us to."
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By the end of dinner, mom was completely enamored with Bobby. She laughed at all his jokes. Touched his arm and at times fingertips. Bobby treated me like something between a daughter and a friend. His blue eyes sparkled when he talked. If I were only twenty years older. But I was happy for mom, she finally found someone worthy of her.
Bobby stopped for ice cream cones a block away from our building and walked us back to the apartment holding mom's hand. I followed along behind them, a foolish grin on my face, that came from my inner partner. Vicky was so happy for mom.
At the door, I opened and passed through, quickly saying, "Thanks for dinner Bobby, Good Night." I left them alone so they could have some privacy. I tried to listen, but only heard some mumbling, then what had to be them sharing a kiss. When I heard mom say, "Good Night, Bobby, I had a great time." I dashed into my room before she could see me.
I peaked out, hearing her making tea. "It's alright Baby, you can come out. Want some tea?"
I took a seat at the counter watching her. She had a smile on her face and her lipstick was smeared a little bit. "Wow mom, you and Bobby are so great together!"
"Hmm, oh, what's that dear. Oh yes, Bobby's great. Are you ok with that sweatheart?" Asking as if I had the say in the matter.
I ran around the counter to give her a hug. Not sure if the tears streaming down my face were from Vicky or me. "I'm so happy for you mom!"
End of Chapter 4
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Chapter 5: Pieces
The next morning I woke earlier than normal, feeling like my insides were in a knot. This morning's assembly, was going to put me in the spotlight, front and center. I didn't think I could deal with this sort of thing. I decided the first thing to do was to take a long bath to try and relax.
I've now been Vicky for a little over 3 weeks, and except for an occasional moment or two, I felt I was pretty well acclimated to my situation. Clothes and makeup were done to my choices, that didn't quite satisfy either mom or Vic. Though mom was surprised that my new style was a little more reserved than before the rape, but she probably felt that was normal, considering.
I was feeling better, but was still thinking that maybe mom had something I could take that might settle me down a bit more. Before she could answer me, the doorbell rang.
I was closer so I went to check who it was while mom was looking in her purse to see what she had I could take. Seeing it was Bobby through the peep hole, I opened the door. "Hi Bobby, what brings you here this morning?" And let him pass.
He smiled at me, "Well, my little ray of sunshine, I thought I would give you and your mom a ride to school, since we all will need to be there. Can't have my two favorite girls late for the big day."
As mom started to hand me something to take and some apple juice, mom says, "That's sweet of you Bobby. We're both nervous about this morning. Vicky needed something to settle her nerves." Showing him what she was giving me.
He stopped her from giving me the pill, "I wouldn't advise the pill, you never know how they could affect the fetus. Better to have some soothing tea and crackers. And maybe a little meditation, chanting." He put an arm on each of us, "And I absolutely promise, that all either of you will have to do is just stand there and look beautiful. You'll have no problems. If you want to talk about anything, you can. That's your choice only!"
I felt dizzy for a second, then Bobby removed his arms. I shook my head, I felt relieved, mom said, "I don't know why I was so worried, I feel much better now."
We both thanked him for the compliments, then, "If you ladies are ready? Let's be on our way."
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The ride to school was quiet, I realized later that I had spent the time mumbling some line over and over again. I continued this right up till the time after the first period that we were entering the auditorium. Strangely, all my fears seemed as if they were nothing.
The other students were taking seats, when Bobby caught me at the door and guided me toward the stage. Still not feeling the nerves, I felt calm, 'I can do this I thought to myself!' I could feel Vic in the background, huddled in a corner with her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. I could almost hear her muttering, 'Not Me! Not Me!', repeatedly.
When we got to the steps beside the stage, I could see mom and the principal talking with a young woman, in her early twenties. She was dressed in Oregon state ranger greens. She had red hair closely between mine and mom's. She was very cute, though her ears had a slight point to them.
As quite a few parents took seats along the back of the room, Bobby introduced me to the lady ranger, "Vicky, I'd like you to meet a very good friend of mine. This is Miss Katherine McClintock. Katie is visiting from Eugene and we thought today would be easier with someone closer to your peers ages than from an older woman."
Katie had turned to me during the introductions. Taking her all in, she was an astounding beauty, at least in my eyes. I started to shake her hand, when she grabbed me in a big hug.
Whispering in my ear, "I'm so happy to meet you Vicky, though it had to be under these circumstances." Letting me go after a bit, she adds, "Our friend Bobby has told me great things about you!"
I'm not sure whose face was redder, mine or Bobby's, but right then, the only place I felt comfortable looking was at my shoes.
Thankfully, the principal chose that time to start the assembly. "Alright young ladies and gentlemen, and gathered parents." The noise level softened, but not enough, "OUIET, please!"
Finally, with hushed crowd, "Thank You! First, allow me to say that today's subject is both sensitive and disturbing for everyone in this room." She took a moment to let that settle in, then, "Actually, this should be important to any person of morals and honor."
After a pause, "A terrible crime has been done to one of your fellow students. A second crime took place when her school mates started spreading rumors without knowing all or any of the facts." Pause again, "We have two people here with us today, that are going to help you all to understand this horrific situation."
The room was utterly silent.
The principal says, "Detective Bobby Simone of the Tacoma Central Police Department, and Oregon State Ranger, Katie McClintock. Please welcome them!"
Bobby steps to the front of the stage, with a smile, "Hi kids, folks! Before I begin," he turned to me, "Vicky, would you like to say anything first?" Holding out his hand.
I start to shake my head, then decide, 'No, this is too important, this is for all girls in the same situation as me.' Instead, I nod and stepped up with Bobby.
I could hear whispers in the crowd, they were, "Slut... whore... trash... "
Bobby leans to me, whispers, "You're stronger than you know, you can do this!"
Looking back to mom, I can see the unconditional love there.
Softly, "Hi... " Someone yells out to speak louder, "Sorry, Hi." This time a little louder, but not enough so they had to stay quiet to hear me. "I know what people are saying and the rumors. I am pregnant, yes! But it is because I was raped... Raped by my step-father."
That caused a lot of side, whispering. I don't know how, but I kept it all in. Mom came forward to take me into the background, holding me.
The noise level rose until it was quite loud, when... Bang! It sounded almost like a gun went off. Looking up, Bobby is raising a book from the podium, and slams it down again with an even louder sound since everyone had gone quiet.
Bobby raised his voice, "I'm not much of a religious person, but the one thing I take to heart in my job and my life, is in the bible. It says, 'Let not judge thy neighbor, lest ye be judged.' Now how I take that to mean, unless you have the facts, it is best to keep your opinions to yourself."
After many moments, "It is estimated that one in five women and one in 71 men are raped in their lifetimes in the United States. Together, that's more than 23.6 million survivors. And a percentage of these horrendous acts are perpetrated by a family member."
Bobby went on, "My job is finding all the facts and weigh them and present to the DA's office so these people are put away to protect everyone from them. Fortunately, through some weird oddity of circumstance, Miss Tyler's attacker did not survive. Our findings were that she had been molested by her stepfather because being a little ahead of the rest of the girls her age."
Bobby then yielded to Katie.
It was like classic 'Good cop, bad cop'. Katie was just so nice about everything. She explained what constituted a rape and sexual offense, all done in terms that were appropriate for the childrens ages. Bobby was the shock and Katie was the awe, to inspire people to take better vigelence of their childrens lives.
Katie's final words were, "Let us leave you with this, your children are young, they will make errors, guide them and protect them, but let them be children. Adult life comes soon enough. Goddess bless you all."
Everyone started filing out. I left mom in Bobby's capable hands and joined some of my friends that had waited for me. The assembly had gone long, so it was decided to have a long lunch period.
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I was sitting in the cafeteria eating my lunch with a few (quasi) friends, you know the type, the people you hang with because no one else wants to be friends with them and you. A couple of girls from my classes come up to our table.
"Hi," says the first one. I look up at her. "I'm Clara, mind if we sit with you?" Most of my end of the table was empty anyway, so I waved my hand at the table. Clara says , "Thanks, the others are Cloe and Zoe. They're twins."
The twins looked nothing alike, different bone structure, hair and eyes. I said, "I'm Vicky, but you probably know that already after the assembly." We were all quiet for a bit, then, "You two don't look like twins." They started laughing.
Cloe said, "Yeah, we get that a lot!" Zoe nodded in agreement, her short bob of black hair with purple streaks through it adding animation to her movements. Cloe's hair was a dark strawberry blond with highlights, concidering the way it looked, I'd say it was natural.
Clara was a natural brunette color about the same length as Zoe's, where as Cloe's went down to the small of her back. All three were good looking girls, that was for sure. Though not as developed as me.
Clara spoke, "Vicky? We're really sorry about what happened to you. None of us can even imagine what that must have been like." The other two nodded. Zoe was making a motion to Clara. I looked at her, "Ah, yeah, and we're also sorry for starting those rumors, that was not fair to you!"
I said, "It's okay, really. But how did you hear about it"? Det. Bobby said that they kept it out of the news to protect me, because of my age."
Cloe says, "That's probably my fault. Our brother Marty has a friend that lives in your building. Between the three of us and them, the story got so screwed up. We should have kept our mouths shut." Zoe nodded again.
I looked carefully at the three of them, "I can understand how things can go awry." Boy, don't I. I put my hand out to each of them, and shook it, saying, "Hi, I'm Vicky, nice to me you!"
After shaking all of their hands, I add, "Does Zoe ever talk?"
They all started to giggle. When they settled down again, Clara, who seems to be the group leader says, "Only when she has something important to say!"
Looking at Zoe, she nods again and shrugs her shoulders. Shocking me, she says, "Friends!" as she comes and gives me a hug.
First bell rang. I get hugs from the other girls too. That is really nice. Comparing classes as we drop off our trays, we all have the same math class.
Now you would think that someone of my age, 60+, would have a waltz in 7th grade classes. Every student through time has asked their teachers, 'What use are these classses, it's not like we're going to need it after we are out of school', and let me just tell you right now, with the exception of math, not counting calculus and advanced theory is the only thing you need to be good at.
Fortunately for me, 7th grade math was good solid math. I wasn't a whiz or genius, but for me it was pretty easy. Today's class was giving my new friends' problems, ha ha, but after showing one of them how to look at it differently, they got the hang of it.
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Through the rest of the day, now that I had friends and could relax a little, everything became a little easier. At the end of the day as we headed out to the front of the school to the pick-up lane, we trade phone numbers and said our goodbyes.
As I walked down the sidewalk headed for home, Bobby pulled up to the curb a few blocks from school and offered a ride home. Greatly appreciating the gesture, I accepted.
The whole ride, only a few more blocks, Bobby kept me talking, asking questions and relating like information about himself. He was very entertaining. He's going to be a great catch for mom, if she can lock him down. Considering how often they talked, I'd almost say that he was in the bag.
End of Chapter 5
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Chapter 6: Terms and Conditions May Apply!
Bobby dropped me off and I headed upstairs to our apartment. Mom was already home and had started on supper for tonight. I ran and gave her a hug. She asked, "Oh my, what has you in such a good mode for a change?"
I could barely contain myself, "I was so scared about doing that assembly. And then after, at lunch, three girls came up to me and asked to sit with me. We talked all through lunch, and then on the way to math class, which I helped them with in class. Now we're like best friends." I squealed, I was so getting into this girl thing.
It must be the hormones, between being a girl and being pregnant, the double dose I was getting had me bouncing around like a rabbit. Mom said, "Hold on there Lola Bunny, I'm happy you made new friends finally, but you need to calm down."
I say, "Don't you mean Bugs mom?"
Mom just gave me that look, you know the one I'm talking about, it's the 'Who are you and what have you done with my little girl!' look. She said, "No, Lola Bunny, just your most favorite cartoon character of all time! What's come over you lately?"
Can a twelve year old have a heart attack, "Just kidding mom! You know, testing you! Keeping you on your toes, you spend so much time with Bobby. Making sure you're alert. Okay?"
Looking relieved, she asked, "You don't think it's too soon do you?"
Of this I was certain I could assure her, I took both her hands, "Mom, as far as I'm concerned, anyone after dad passed, doesn't exist, that was six years ago. I'd say that your mourning period is over. Bobby makes you happy! You deserve to be happy." Believing what I said next because of sixty years of living, I looked her in the eye, "And if Booby ever gets smart enough to ask you to marry him, don't you dare hesitate! Say, YES! With all your heart."
We hugged and cried some. Mom promised that she would. When I asked her what the special dinner was about, she said, "Bobby is coming over, we're having a family dinner together. So either help me with dinner or take care of your school work. When the time comes, all too soon, you're going to miss out on school because of the baby. And I don't want you to get behind."
"I'll help you mom. I was thinking the same as you, so I'm trying to get ahead in my classes to make it easier to catch up." And we work at preparing dinner.
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After everything for dinner was ready to go and it was just a matter of putting on the table when our guest got here. Mom went to pretty herself up, not that she need much to look fabulous. I decided to change out of the school uniform into something more comfy, shorts and a soft T-shirt.
The shorts were Pink brand mid shorties in a soft blue, 'PINK' across my butt. The shirt was a white v neck with the number 17 and 'PINK' across the shoulders. I looked like I was ready to go play basketball. The important thing is they were soft and nice on my skin.
I was watching the TV in the living room when mom came in from changing. Holy... "Shit, mom!"
Mom smiled, "Watch your language young lady. I was going to ask how I looked, but that response said it all." Her blue-green skirt left a lot of leg showing, wearing her best silk stocking, set off by some new black pumps. With the matching colored blouse, she was ready for the club scene.
"Wow, mom! All I have to say is, if he doesn't drop dead at the first sight of you, then you better get him to a hospital, cause he's already dead."
It wasn't too long before the doorbell rang, I called, "I got it mom". I checked the peephole, sure enough, it was Bobby. I opened the door and started to whisper, 'you better notice she went all out'. When...
He grabbed my shoulder as if to steady himself, "By the Goddess! Stephanie, you're an absolute vision of beauty."
I pulled him down to give him a kiss on the cheek, whispered, "Thank you for that." He walked up to her and gave her a warm kiss, which she returned enthusiastically.
Breaking their kiss, Bobby says, "If I'm not having dinner with the best looking woman I've ever seen, I'll the fire hydrant outside!"
Mom blushed sweetly, and batted a hand at him, "Sit down you... " I sat in my regular spot, while mom seated Bobby at the head of the table, dad's spot. She retrieved the few things from the oven keeping warm, set them down and took the place across from me. "Would you like to say grace?"
Bobby said, "I'm not sure I should. I'm not much for common religious beliefs."
Mom assured him that it was okay, we weren't either.
Bobby, "Well then, here goes. May the Goddess Bless those who need help, and those she sends to help them." And that was it, no amen. The conviction of his words testimony to the feeling of his belief.
Mom patted his hand. I asked, "Where does that come from? I don't think I've heard the like of it before."
He smiled at me, "That is a discussion for another time that will take a while to explain. Just for now, let me say that it is old, very old, but is on the rise again."
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Dinner with mom and Bobby was quite nice, Bobby shared his attention equally between mom and me. I told him all about what happened at school after the assembly, he was equally impressed with me for making new friends.
I left them alone to share some red wine, figuring that the more time they have together, the sooner Bobby will propose to Stephanie and they can all be a family, leaving me to move on with my afterlife.
With that thought, Vic made one of her very rare appearances. Her comment was, 'Sorry girl, but I've found a way out, you have control. Do what you want with this life. I hope it's better for you than it was to me.'
'You can't mean that Vic! This is still your life.'
Vic, 'Listen, I know that somehow, you being here with me is my fault, either directly or indirectly. If you weren't here, this body would still be in that hospital bed with me, checked out, never to return. You're already better at being me than I was, you have more experience with people and things. You even made friends with those girls today. I could never have done that.'
'You can't be serious! But anyway, what is this way out you talk of?'
I could sense humor from her. 'You'll find out soon enough. Until then, take this life and make it your own, because it is from now on. And Walter, I'll always love you!'
'Wait! Vic... ' But, just like that, she was gone. I could not sense her at all. With Vicky completely gone, it finally hit me, for better or worse, this was my life. After that I cried for a good long time. I felt that I had failed Vicky in some way, that I couldn't protect her.
I felt a warmth and sensed a presence, 'Be at peace for now. She loved you for the help you gave, and will love you again. As will you for her. Bless you!' Shortly, I felt the presence go.
I got up off the bed where I had collapsed when I cried myself out, and went to my desk to turn on my laptop. Right now, I could use some company from my friends.
I called Clara, and she sensed something was off, she suggested going on Skype and linking in Cloe and Zoe. At first I had no clue until I saw the icon for Skype on the menu bar, hit that and we were good to go.
2 hours later, we were all laughing, we had gotten a lot done. We worked on homework, some me helping them, and some, them helping me. I might be older in the head, but it doesn't mean I remembered everything that I had learned before. Damn, I wish I had an eidetic memory.
I was getting ready for bed later, and went out to say Goodnight to mom. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and before I could get away, Bobby gave me a kiss on the forehead. Kind of caught me off guard there, almost to the point I didn't hear him say, "Night, Princess!"
Without thinking, I responded, "Night Bobby!"
Soon I was asleep without a thought.
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Things settled for a time. School became easier. I made more friends, but still kept my core of BFF's. Yeah, BFF's, like I'm so a girl. And because I was friends with more girls in school, the boys started treating differently, mostly better. Since, now, they would ask me about one of my friends or about class stuff.
I was no longer the school pariah, though there was still the whole pregnant from rape thing, some people didn't understand.
It was about 3 months into the pregnancy, and as usual, because this body was always ahead of schedule, I was starting to show. At least in the tight uniform blouses we had to wear. When someone at lunch made a passing comment.
Zoe of all people reacted the worst to what was said, and it took all three of us to hold her back. Zoe's comment was, "NO Right!"
When we sat back down, I kept her next to me and held her tight. I said, "It's alright, Zoe, really! Everyone is entitled to their opinions."
Zoe looked around the table, then back to me, with one word, she asked a huge question, "Why?"
I smiled at them all, my friends, "You all are wondering why I'm keeping the baby, yes?" They all nodded agreement. "Well, that's both and easy question and a difficult one. The easy answer is that, the baby is innocent. She or he, didn't choose to come into the world this way. Who am I to deny that life?"
Zoe then graced us with the longest amount of words that we had ever heard till that day. "You are way braver than I think any of us would be, given the situation. And you never know, that child may grow up to invent or create something that saves lots of lives in the future!"
We all sat stunned at her. Finally, I leaned into her and gave her a kiss. It started innocently enough until she got over the shock and returned it with some actual heat. Wow, where did that come from? The others were whooping it up, teasing us, but man, that kind of made me warm all over.
I look at her, "Are you... " And the bell rang. The only answer I got was a shrug. I could understand being attracted to girls, I had been male for sixty plus years, that's not the kind of tendency you lose right away. Besides in todays age, gender was kind of in a state of ambiguity.
I gave her a light kiss and said, "We'll figure it out!" She nodded.
From that moment on, when it was just the two of us, she would speak more often and freely, though she was still a quiet person. And to think, as a grumpy old man, I had been the quiet one, now, I was practically a chatterbox.
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I found I loved to go shopping as much as any other girl my age did. Thankfully, I could afford pretty much anything I wanted, within reason. But between clothes that fit my ever changing body and stuff for the baby, it was still easy to keep to a budget. As I bought things, I mentally checked them off a hidden check list and kept a running tab with how much money I still had. Lately my memory had improved. Some people think that has to do with the pregnancy, but I had other thoughts.
As my friendships grew with the girls, their parents became friends with mom and Bobby. It was about this when we were going to the doctors for a regular visit to check on my progress, mom asked, "Maybe today, we can find out if it's a boy or a girl?"
I had my head in my Iphone just like any other kid, when without thinking, I said, "It's a girl."
Mom was shaken for a second, "How can you know it's a girl? Or do you hope it's a girl?"
I shook my head, "I don't know how, but I'm certain it's a girl, just somehow I know."
As we pulled into the lot of the doctor's office, we were both surprised to see Bobby, waiting for us. He walked to us, as mom pulled into a spot fairly close to the doors.
After a quick kiss with mom, Bobby asked if he and could talk for a moment privately. He pulled me aside and kept himself between mom and I.
"Vicky, I know this is an important day for you, and I would like to share it with you and you're mom." I nod that I agree, before he goes on, "You know how much I love your mother, and I hope you know that the love I have for her includes you as well!"
He paused, then continued, "And I want your permission to ask your mom to marry me?"
I grabbed him tightly, "Hell yea!"
Mom heard that outbreak and started to say something to me, but Bobby turned to her as she stepped near, "Considering the circumstances, I'd say they were warranted." He then got down on one knew with a red ring box in his right hand, opening the box to show the ring, "Stephanie Anne Tyler, will you agree to be my wife?"
Mom had both hands covering her mouth, so we couldn't hear what she said. We both looked confused at her, so she repeated herself, "My answer was, HELL YEA!" The last part loud enough to startle birds in the nearby tree and some older people who happened to be walking by.
Bobby slipped the ring on her finger, then they hugged and kissed. She looked at the ring as she accepted my hug, then showing me the ring. It was simple, beautiful and old. There is now way, that ring was anything less than a fortune.
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The visit with the doctor showed everything was on schedule and fine. When I asked why I was showing already, she said that some women carry the baby in and some out, it was nothing to worry about. And just like I was certain, She confirmed that the baby was going to be a girl.
End of Chapter 6
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Chapter 7: Racing Bug
Another month goes by, and things have only gotten better. Last night we went to the restaurnt that Bobby took
us too before, again. When Bobby told momma about he and mom getting married, she was overjoyed. She was also
impressed by the ring Bobby gave her.
At one point just before we left the cafe, momma took Bobby aside and had an animated discussion. Whatever they
were talking about, it was very important to momma that Bobby needed to do something, and very soon.
When mom asked Bobby what was wrong, he said, "I'll explain later! I promise, you have nothing to worry about."
Mom turned to me, "So Vicky, Honey, are you looking forward to the baby shower tomorrow? I'm all excited for
you."
I said, "Yea, I am. Though I didn't expect to be this excited, I can't wait."
Clara and the girls had arranged to throw me a baby shower tomorrow afternoon. A great way to spend a Saturday.
And I was really looking forward to it. My only hope was that nothing went wrong.
Mom and Bobby had been intimate with each other since before the engagement last month, so it was no surprise
that when we got home, they quickly made their way to the bedroom. I was sure I wasn't going to hear anything
from them for the rest of the night.
As I passed the door on the way to my room, I could hear them talking, but not make out what was being said. I
was closing my door and beyond being able to hear their sounds, when I heard mom's raised voice say, "WHAT?"
Nothing further came from their room, so I relaxed, thinking that whatever it was, I'm sure I would find out
when the time was right.
So I spent the rest of the night Skyping with Clara, Cloe and Zoe. Doing the usual, homework and talking about
boys, well, and girls.
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The next morning, I woke up and went to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. I found Bobby in the midst of
making a whole big breakfast. Thankfully, I have had no issues eating, I had not suffered from any morning
sickness at all. So the smells were heavenly.
Bobby saw me and told me to sit down and that he had everything covered. So I sat and watched for a couple of
minutes before he presented me with a plate of pancakes topped with eggs, sausage links, hash browns and a
strawberry in the center. It looked like a face with the hash browns as the hair.
As he sat the plate down in front of me, "There you go Princess! Got to make sure your little Princess is taken
care of."
Smiling, "Thank you Bobby! You're in a very good mood this morning." About then, mom staggers in, like she's had
no sleep at all, but a silly grin on her face.
The two of them smiled stupidly at one another, mom's only words were, "Coffee, please!"
I finished chewing my first bite, then with a knowing smirk, "So, should I plan on having a little sister or
brother any time soon? Hmm?"
I thought I had her, when her smile got even bigger, "That's not out of the realm of possibility, but most
likely a bit premature."
I almost choked on my orange juice. "What?"
She kept smiling, "Well, I only stopped taking my birth control pills a few weeks ago, and I know it usually
takes a few months before it's possible to conceive. But you never know."
Bobby added, "Your mom and I talked about it the night I proposed to her, and she said she would like to try for
another child. I couldn't say no to her."
I got a hold of myself, "Okay, okay, I can understand that. But the least you could do is warn a girl." After a
thought, "Besides, little Wallis will need a playmate."
Mom knew I had been struggling to come up with a name to honor Walter, at least I thought that Vicky would have
liked it. She said, "You finally decided on a name. Wallis? What is the meaning of the name?"
Bobby beat me to the answer, "Oddly, it's Celtic. It means, foreign."
I chuckled, "You'ld understand if you were me. But I think it is beautiful."
That afternoon at 3pm, the baby shower was held at the twins' house. Cloe had said that her mom insisted on it,
since she was one of the parents that had made such a big fuss of my pregnancy in school and wanted to make up
for it. Her folks and mom had become good friends since the four of us girls were like the Musketeers.
The girls parents also learned early on in our friendship, that I always preached for getting the best
education, and that there was plenty of time after that for boys. I told them not to make their life hard by
having an unplanned baby.
The shower was fun. Everything that was given to me was something that would be greatly needed. Most of the moms
attended too. They said it was to keep us in check, but they didn't fool me, most women, but not all, love
anything that has to do with babies.
Hell, even myself as an old guy loved babies. Maybe I was always meant to be a mother.
After all the gifts were open and the cake was eaten, people were mingling around and at one point I found
myself alone in the kitchen, putting my plate in the sink. Bobby and the twins' dad, Martin Sr., were sitting on
the patio looking over the large back yard.
Looking through the window out at the detached garage, I saw Cloe and Zoe's brother, Martin Jr., working on
something. I may be a girl, but I still had some of my boy type things I liked, so I decided to see what was up.
He saw me walk in before I could say anything, "What's up Vicky? How's the party going?" He asked.
He was alright for a 16yo brother, or so the twins were always saying. "Party is down to people mingling. I got
bored, then I saw you out here and was wondering what you were doing?"
He smiled, perfect teeth, "Nothing much. Just working on my race car. Do you know what an RC car is?"
Looking passed him, I see a scale size car, torn down into pieces. "I'm guessing that's a radio control car? It
looks a lot better than the toy cars I've seen before."
He added a smirk to his smile, "Wow, I'm impressed, for twelve your cute and smart."
I knew my face must have turned as red as my hair, I turned, to run back into the house. When he grabbed my arm.
"Vicky, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that. I'm used to teasing the twins and their usual vapid friends, But
I see you are more mature than that."
"Thank you." I said.
Letting go of my arm, he looked down at his feet. "You know, those two and Clara are big fans of yours. Zoe
almost took my head off a couple of weeks ago at the dinner table when I made a stupid comment about you should
get rid of the baby. Cloe explained what you had said to them about that. I think I was more impressed with you
than my parents were."
I said, "Thank you! Again. That means a lot."
Looking back up, "I don't think I could do it, in your shoes. I'm not strong enough." He started working on his
car as I watched for a bit.
I saw a poster for a race track in town. Pointing at it, "Is this where you race?" The pictures on the poster
made it look like a lot of fun.
He got very animated, "Yeah, Tacoma RC Raceway, right here in town. You should totally check it out." Then
thinking, "You know, if you wanted to try racing? You could, like, drive my car to see if you like it. Then if
you did, since I race in the stock 2wd buggy class. You could run it in the beginner class. Then, who knows, you
could get your own car."
I smiled back, "Sounds like a lot of fun. When do you race next? The girls and I can come and cheer for you."
Marty says, "Tomorrow. We start at 1pm, but the track opens for practice at 10am. If you want to try the car
out, you should come early. The closer to race time, the busier the track gets. And some of the racers can be
real ass-hats, if you know what I mean."
I nodded, "I know 'guys' all too well." Then added, "I'll see if Bobby will take me. Maybe I'll see you
tomorrow. Bye MJ."
He laughed, "Oh, so now I'm MJ? Who you think you are? Spiderwoman?"
I laughed, only in your dreams little boy.
It took Booby a while to load everything into his Durango. The only thing I would need now before the baby came
was a crib. Mom wished we still had the one I had slept in as a baby, but it was gone many years ago. On the way
home, Bobby mentioned he may have a line on the perfect crib.
That was when I asked Bobby if he would take me to the RC track where Marty raced in the morning. His only
answer was. "My Princess' wish is my desire! Sure, sweetheart, I know where it is."
I hadn't said anything to the girls before we left the house since I wasn't sure that Bobby would be able to
take me. So I had to convince them to go. Mom didn't know what it was, but thought it was good father-daughter
bonding time. She had a strange smile on her face.
We got home and got everything upstairs, boy was that tough work. Bobby made some offhand remark about needing
to look into getting us into a house of our own.
Mom was surprised, "What brought that up?"
Bobby said, "While you ladies were inside, I was sitting with Martin and we got to talking. He said that there
was a nice house at the end of their cul-de-sac. It has the largest yard on the street and the owner is looking
to make a quick sale, because he needs the money for other things. It hasn't been listed yet and Marty thinks we
could get it for a song. If you like it?"
"Well, I suppose we could look at it after we drop Vicky off with her friends and Martin at that place in the
morning." Mom added.
Wow, things were moving fast. We might be getting a house. I got on Skype to the girls and told them about going
to watch Marty on the race track. At first they didn't want to go, but when I said we could cheer for him during
a race, they thought it would be a great chance to embarrass their brother.
I then told them about us looking at the house at the end of the street. Since Clara only lived a block away,
that would keep us together easier.
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The next morning, dressed in dark green Capri's and a light green blouse and sneakers, mom and Bobby dropped me
off at the track as Marty was unloading his stuff with his dad and the girls watching.
Bobby said, "Thanks Martin for looking after Vicky for a while. We're going to take a look at that house you
told me about yesterday."
Marty said, "That's great Bobby! I'll call Tom and let him know that you're on your way over. Good luck man." To
MJ he says, "Got everything Jr.?"
Marty looks at his dad, "Dad! Please, we talked about this, it's Marty away from the house. God, you can be so
embarrassing!"
Senior laughed, "I'm, embarrassing? Do you forget who it is that pays for your 'toys' here at the track?"
Looking contrite, "Sorry dad!"
Still laughing, "And don't forget, you still need to mow the back lawn after school tomorrow. That's what you
promised for the last parts for your car."
"Yes, sir." We all giggled at his expense.
Inside kind of smelled like stale dirt and pencil shavings. I asked MJ what the smell was, sniffing and looking
around, "Oh, the smell like pencil shavings? That's some stuff they use when they sweep up to keep the dust out
of the air. We also use some stuff on our tires that smells close to that, it makes the tires grip more."
"Traction compound, makes sence." I say.
He and his dad give me the eye, like, how dare a female to know anything mechanical. Hmpf!
MJ picked a spot at the end of a table that gave a good view of the track. "This is where I usually pit. My
racer friends sit in this same area. I'll set up and get everything ready. Then I'll show you how to drive.
Okay?"
I said, "Sure." The girls wandered around looking at things.
Senior says, "JR... Sorry, Marty, I'll go sign you up. Stock buggy, right?"
"Yes, sir, Thank you." MJ points to a structure on one wall of the track, there were a couple of guys walking up
a ramp on the one side. They had radios in their hands, and I could see their cars on the track. MJ says, "If
you want to, you can walk up onto the driver's stand and get a better idea of the track. You can watch those
guys, they're pretty fast. I'm not as good as they are."
"Okay." And wandered up near where the guys were standing. You could see all of the track really well from here.
As I watched the two guys running, between the way the used their radios and what the cars did, I got a good
sense of how the cars worked.
I watched them for about ten minutes or so, they didn't make very many mistakes. When they crossed a line on the
track, a computer voice would announce their lap times. I thought that was a great idea. Their times were
generally between 18.2 seconds and 18.8 seconds. The few times they crashed, mostly with each other, they
managed to free their friend's car or flip it over without going onto the track.
They pulled off into the corner where they had walked up the ramp. As they passed by, I said, "That was pretty
good!"
They both stopped when I spoke, not sure if they should talk to me or not. They both were maybe a year younger
than Marty, but not as dorky as the boys in my seventh grade class. The taller of the two, who was like a giant
compared to me, says, "Yeah, we've been racing together for years. We have fun rubbing wheels."
The shorter one laughed, then said, "So, you here with Marty? He's a little old for you, isn't he?"
I giggled, "No, his sisters are friends of mine. He just offered to let me try his car out to see if I wanted to
start racing. It sure looks like a lot of fun, that's for sure."
Tall one said, "Okay, but if you need a better teacher, come see Roger and me. I'm Aaron. Nice to meet you... "
"Vicky." I answered, "Nice to meet you too."
I followed them off the ramp, listening to them talk about 'camber' this and 'caster' that. Words I remembered
from being an car mechanic forty some years ago. As I listened to them as they sat down and worked on their
cars, I realized these weren't toys by any means.
I got back to Marty's spot, "They bother you up there?" Asking.
I said, "No, they were just being friendly. Aaron asked if you were my boyfriend. I told him that your sisters
are my best friends and we came to watch. Though they offered their expertise as driving instructors if you
proved insufficient."
Marty laughed, "You may be the prettiest of my sisters' friends, but you're still only twelve. Now if you were
maybe fourteen, I might reconsider."
Knowing that he was trying to tease me, I just ignored him. A little later, he had the car ready to go. He said,
"I'll run it a few laps to make sure everything is alright, then you can give it a try. Okay?" I nodded, following him onto the stand.
When he crossed the finish line the first time, it called out his name. He drove a few laps with the girls and
his dad watching. His dad took a spot on the track to do what MJ called marshalling, which meant flipping over
the car when you crashed.
MJ asked, "You saw how I drove the car, just take it easy and get a feel for how the controls work. They react
very fast. The wheel is the steering, left for left, right for right. The trigger is the throttle, pull it for
speed and push it for brakes. Okay?"
I took the radio and kind of rested it on the rail in front of us. I wiggled the wheels, MJ was right, it had
very fast response. Then I pulled the trigger and the car took off, I let off, but thankfully the car was on the
straight section of the track.
The girls laughed, but Senior said, "That's good Vicky, just get used to it."
After that, I used only enough throttle to putt around a few times, getting used to how the car reacted. MJ was
smiling, he said, "Try going a little faster now, just give yourself more time to react when you let-off in the
corner. You're doing really well."
I was hopping over the jumps when I tried to clear my first 'double'. I ended up darting the front into the face
of the jump before clearing it. MJ said I need more gas to clear it. Senior flipped me over, and I tried again.
After many more crashes, I was starting to get the hang of it.
MJ says, "We need to take it off and let the motor cool down and charge another battery, but for the first time
driving a car, you did very good."
Senior says, "Way to go Vicky, keep going like that and soon you'll be giving the boys fits!" The girls cheered
for me.
All I knew was that I was hook.
End of Chapter 7
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Chapter 8: Lessons Learned
That day was one of the most fun times I had ever had, though the girls quickly got bored and wanted to leave. Thinking that if they got chances to drive a car, they might want to hang around longer.
As I was looking around at other peoples equipment as they started coming into the pit area, I made my way over to Aaron and Roger's table. I hinted around that maybe if they and another friend might try to get Clara and the girls interested in cars, that it might be nicer around here.
It was just that easy. The next time they went to drive their cars, they and friends of theirs were asking my friends to teach them how to drive. Now, I'm not saying that boys are helpless when a pretty girl smiles at them, but, yeah, pretty much. Hell, I've been there.
Fortunately the girls were enjoying the attention they got, what pretty girl doesn't. Back over with MJ, he smiles that knowing grin, "I saw what you did there. That was pretty smart. You're very calculating for a twelve year old."
I tried to look innocent, "What did I do?" Trying not to laugh.
He couldn't though, and laughed, "Okay, Vicky. I see I'm going to have to keep an eye on you."
MJ showed me how to clean the tires and what to put on them to make them sticky for better traction, stuff called, Liquid Wrench, stuff I had used for years working on automobiles.
When he had another battery ready, we went on the stand again. He drove for a couple of minutes before giving me another chance to drive.
This time I noticed that because there were more people driving, I would sometimes be forced to move one way or another. Because I was leaning on the rail, when I moved around, I would lose control of the car. Others were having the same trouble, but the better drivers weren't.
It was then that I noticed the better drivers held their radios against their chest, preventing their movements from being influenced by random steps. So I tried that, almost cradling the radio between my breasts. I found this was a much better way to drive.
After that lesson, I found that I progressed much faster.
MJ asked, "So, do you think you want to try racing today? It seems you're doing very well, and the girls are entertained."
I said, "Yes, I want to race today, this is so much fun."
He calls his dad over, "Hey dad, could you sign-up Vicky for beginner class? I'm sure Bobby will pay you back later." His dad says, sure.
I stop him, "I can pay for my own, I have an allowance. If you can just show me where to go Mr. Colby."
He motions me to follow him into the store, and to a nice lady behind the counter. She asks, "How can I help you, dear?"
"Yes, ma'am," I say, "Can I sign up for Beginner Class, Please."
She smiles, Of course, dear. But please, call me, Barbara, or Barbie. You're new to us, aren't you. Do you have your own car or will you be needing to use one of our rent-a-racers."
I giggled, "Thanks Barbie. No, I'm using MJ's car if that's okay?"
Barbie says, "Don't think I know an MJ." Then putting two and two together, being as I'm standing with MJ's dad, "You mean Marty. That MJ thing is cute." Then, "I'll get his transponder number from the entry list, so you're good to go."
I laughed, "Thanks Barbie! I'm Vicky."
Barbie says, "It's good to have more girls around. I see you others with you, any chance they want to get invovled too?"
Martin Sr. says, "God, I sure hope not, I can afford Junior for now, but if the twins get started too, I don't know how I'll be able to afford it."
I paid for my entry as Barbie consoled Senior.
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I left Senior commiserating with Barbie and went back into the pits. MJ says, "Hey, while you were in the shop with my dad, this regular guy at the track comes by telling people that he's selling all off all of his stuff and quitting racing cause he and his wife are having a baby next month and he really needs the money bad. Something about messed up insurance."
I ask, "Have you seen his stuff? Is it any good?"
MJ says, "We can look at it, he's going to race until he sells it. But it has to go a whole set. He doesn't want to piece things out. He over in the far corner."
We worked our way over to the guy. He seemed to be in his late twenties or so, nice looking and well groomed. MJ calls to him, "Hey, Jack? You still looking for someone to buy your stuff?"
Jack turns from who he was talking to, "Hey Marty, yeah, doesn't seem to be anyone interested here. Why? You know someone?"
MJ says, "I might, if the price isn't too steep. Do you want to show her what's included?"
Jack finally notices me next to MJ, typical. He asks, "You're interested?" Like a girl wouldn't or couldn't be into RC cars.
I say, "Yes I am, if I like what I see."
The person behind him says, "Jack, stop being such an ass. Show her what you are selling." She pushes him out of the way and puts her hand out to me. "Hi, I'm Connie, and this is my ass, Jack."
Laughing at her joke, "I'm Vicky... " Then, seeing her completely, she has a massive baby belly on her. But she is gorgeous, her long blonde hair in a neat ponytail. "Wow, you're really ready to pop!"
Connie laughs too, "Thirty seven weeks about, so around three weeks and our little boy will be here."
Staring at her swollen belly, "Can I touch it?" Reaching out with my hand. She nods like everyone does it. Feeling how hard her belly is, then I feel the baby kick, just wow. "I wonder if I'm to get this big?"
Not understanding, Connie says, "Darlin', you got lots of time before you have to worry about a baby."
I say, "Only till about six months after you." I took her hand and put it on my 3 month baby bump, shocking her.
Connie shows her shock as she starts in on MJ. when I stop her, "No! Connie, it's not Marty's." Quietly I added, "I was raped by my step dad. MJ here, is just my friend's brother. He's helping me try to start racing."
Connie gave me a kind of side hug, "You poor thing. Well, I hope he got what he deserved?"
I nod, "Yeah, I think so. The police say that he was incinerated in the hallway where he was kicking the neighbor to death. There wasn't enough of him to fill a small paper bag."
Connie and Jack both said, 'Seems he got what was coming to him, the bastard.'
Well, Jack got around to showing me what he had to sell. It was completely everything a person needed or wanted to go racing, car, radio, spare parts, spare tires mounted on wheels. He said he carried spare parts because the brand was from England, and the shop here didn't stock parts for it. Not that he hardly had need.
There was, according to MJ, one of the best chargers, and a couple of new and a couple of older batteries, all of then called 'shorty LiPo's. There were high end tools in a pit bag made by the same company as the car, it had the logo, Schumacher, on both sides, and god was it big. Jack said everything packed into the pit bag and could be wheeled around.
Jack said he was asking $800 and was hoping he got $600. I asked MJ what he thought. We didn't walk away, just talked right there.
Marty said, "I'll be honest, Jack is a good driver. Probably on the verge of getting sponsored by them, I mean the car company. He takes great care of his stuff and doesn't mistreat it our other people. What he's selling, if bought separately, them assembled together, would run any where between $1400 to $1800 dollars. Just buying a starter setup, you'd spend as much as he's asking. So, yeah, it's a great deal."
I turn to Jack and Connie, "I'm lucky because I have an inheritance and can afford this. But I'm not going to take advantage of the two of you because you're tight on money with the baby coming. But I want to make a deal, I want to be able to call you if I need help with the car."
Looking into Connie's' eyes, "I want us to be friends, after my little girl comes, I'm going to need someone to go on mommy play dates with the kids. Can you accept that?"
Jack agrees that's okay, and Connie is very happy. Jack asks, "How much?" I lean over and whisper in his ear, shocked, he says, "Are you serious?" I nod. Connie asks him what I said, He whispers to her, cause I told him It was just between us 'parents'. Connie starts crying and gives me a hug.
Before MJ and head back to his pit spot, I ask them if a personal check from my mom is okay, and can have it for them by the end of racing today? They both said that was fine with them.
I help MJ ready the car for the first round of racing starting in half an hour. There are ten total heats of five different classes, so they will have A and B mains. The A main is for the faster drivers, usually the top eight cars go direct to the A main and the remaining cars compete for the last two spots, in a bump up.
MJ says, "The Beginner class goes first and you're in the first race of the two, looks like I'm in the third race, so after you drive your race, you go to turn marshall, and I'll change the battery and tires for my race. That way, you can clean and sauce your tires, while I turn marshall after my race." Saucing tires is what they call brushing them with the Liquid Wrench.
"Okay, MJ!" I say.
He starts to say something, but decides to keep his ideas to himself. Good Boy.
The announcer ends up being Barbie. She calls the first race to the track, and the last race drivers to take turn marshall spots marked by large orange traffic cones. We take some practice laps, as I cross the line the first time, the automated part of the scoring system chimes and say 'Vicky'.
After the few laps of warm up, I wait in the corner with the other cars. Barbie explains for the Beginners, a mixed group of nine, mostly boys. One younger, about eight. The rest older than me by varying years, and one adult man in his fifties. Barbie says, "You go when I call your name, and you keep going until I tell you that you are done, Okay?"
There was a tone sound and then Barbie called each person to go. I decided to play it safe and only jump to clear the smaller jumps, the bigger ones I just rolled over them. The guys, they were heavy on the throttle, trying to clear all the jumps, then crashing when they came up short or cases a jump, making a horrible slapping sound.
Five minutes later, the computer voice said 'Vicky, You are done', which Barbie confirmed a second afterwards. Barbie called the results as MJ grabbed the car from the track, while I went to find a spot to marshall from. I picked a spot beside the scoring stand. Barbie says, "Great race for a first timer. Just keep doing that."
I said, "Thanks Barbie." Then added without keeping the laugh out of my voice, "Your a doll!" lol
She looked at me smiling, "Don't you go starting that on me girl! The husband is bad enough."
I ran and got cars and had fun. Then it was MJ's race, he won his by a few seconds. Then in the following race, Aaron and Roger both improved on MJ's time.
Later on, I heard Jack's name called and turned to watch his race. He ran 2wd Mod Buggy, Christ those cars were fast. MJ explained the differences between stock and mod. Saying that when I got the car from Jack, if there was no stock class motor, that he could loan me one to run.
In the second round of my race, the little boy who was standing beside me in the center area where they had the wheelchair access. He was having trouble and I noticed how he held his radio out in front of himself pointing at his car. His dad was on the sidelines getting frustrated.
I pulled my car over off to the side and squatted down to be below eye level with him, I said, "Hey, little man, I had the same problem this morning until I started holding my radio closer with my elbows locked. Why don't you give that a try and see if it helps some."
He did what I suggested and started driving better, making few errors as he went on. I stayed squatted beside him while I began driving again.
After that race, the little boy says, "Thanks Lady!"
I gave him a high five, "I'm Vicky."
"I'm Timmy!" And then runs down the ramp to his dad, saying, "Did you see that dad, I drove a bunch better at the end, that lady, Vicky told me how to hold my radio."
I took the same marshalling spot as before. Barbie says, "That was nice what you did for Timmy, I think you made a friend."
I said, "He seems like a nice kid. Besides, it didn't cost me anything but time to be nice."
Barbie adds, "Nice attitude Vicky, you can go a long ways thinking like that."
The rest of the day was just as fun. Because I didn't improve in the second round, I ended up starting fifth in the B main. In the actual main, Timmy and I raced back and forth trading places until the end where he just beat me to the finish line for third place.
Because the first two guys in my race bumped up to the A main, Timmy got first place and I got second. For club races like this, 1st, 2nd and 3rd, got a number plate sticker with their place. Most people stuck these on their pit bag.
Timmy came running to me, holding out the second place sticker for me. I told him thank you, he said, "Ha Ha, you see that, I got you right at the end. It was fun racing you Vicky!" He grabbed me in a hug, I am so short that his head was just below my breasts.
His dad comes up, "Hi, I'm Richard, Thanks for helping Timmy today, I really appreciate it. You know he just adores you."
I said, "He's a good boy. I like him too. It was no problem, anytime!"
As they packed their stuff and left, mom and Bobby showed up with big smiles on their faces. Mom says, "We got the house, and it's almost fully furnished. We can start moving in, in the middle of the week."
I screeched, "That's awesome mom!"
I lead mom and Bobby over to Jack and Connie, introduce them and explain why I need a check and how much. Bobby smiles while he winks at me, mom just says, "That's fine dear."
Jack sees the 2nd place sticker in my hand and says, "I have the perfect place for your sticker." He had removed his own place stickers from the top drawer of the pit box. He holds out his hand for the sticker and I give it over. He places it in the upper left corner, "Just the first of many!" It looked perfect.
Jack shows me how he usually packs his things up. All zippered and ready to go, he shows me the handle extension and we're ready. He thanks me for being so generous, both Connie and he get hugs and kisses from mom and me, making sure we have exchanged numbers, we go our ways.
Bobby is leading the way out to the parking with MJ and I, lagging behind. Marty asks, "So how much did you give them? Considering how Connie cried, I'm guessing it was more than they were expecting."
I asked, "Can you keep a secret?" He nods and I whispered in his ear, "So can I." I start to giggle, and he joins in laughing.
Somewhere near the middle of the race day, Clara's mom had come and gotten her and the twins and went AWOL on me, but none of us minded.
End of Chapter 8
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The Good Samaritan
Chapter 9: The Fish Caught
The following week was very busy for us, getting the new house ready to move in. It had four bedrooms, each much bigger than what we had in our old apartment. Mom and Bobby of coarse took the master suite, I got the biggest of the remainders as my own room.
The house was kind of a split ranch style, with different levels, but not separated as much as a normal multi floor plan. Our rooms where on the highest of the levels, while the other two bedrooms where a half floor down. They decided to make one the nursery and the other one a hobby room for Bobby and me.
After painting and arranging the furniture in my room, the twins and MJ were a great help to us, I decided that my room was big enough to put the crib dresser from the nursery as well.
Zoe thought it was cute enough that I wanted the baby close to me, that she gave me a sweet kiss. We didn't go out of our way to demonstrate PDA's, but we weren't hiding it from them either. With her folks helping us too, it was soon obvious to them all that we were kind of an item.
Our two families were spending a lot of time together too, so it wasn't too long before the families had a joint talk. Both sets of parents were worried that we were too young to take things seriously. I explained that, for Zoe and me, that we felt much the same way, but still were attracted to one another enough that it was a consideration.
We explained to them that though we had strong feelings for one another, we realized they were right that we were young and didn't know where our lives would go. We also made it plain to them that we are a couple and PDA's would happen, going further than that was not in our immediate future plans. Which made them all feel at ease.
The hobby room was on the main floor of the house so it was very easy for me to just roll my race bag into the house and set up my stuff. Setting up my in home work area, I had MJ's help, as well as Bobby's. With MJ's help, we sorted out everything I had, things that would be nice to have, and of coarse those things that were a must to have.
At times when we were talking about nothing specific, I would find myself rubbing my baby bump and thinking how much my life had changed. As an older man, I really had no friends or a life for that matter, I was pretty much just passing the days and waiting for my eventual death. Now my life was vastly different.
It was one of those moments that MJ broke my concentration saying, "You've been doing that a lot lately." Seeing my confusion, he adds, "You rub your tummy when you think. Connie would do that at the track too."
I thought, "Yeah, you're right. But it's comforting for the baby and the mother. It's a way to connect to Wallis, before she comes into this world. Later, when she kicks, it will become a way to let her know that everything will be alright."
MJ says, "I can see that, it makes sense. So you've picked out the name already? Wallis is not very common, I like it." He looked a little unsure about saying anything else before he asked, "Doesn't it scare you? To become a mother at such a young age?"
"Yes and no." Knowing that he wouldn't realize the full duality of such a statement. "I think it's like everything in life when something comes up unexpectedly, you learn what to do. And you learn who you can trust."
MJ shook his head, "Sometimes you act so much older than you are. I hope you know that you can trust me, like an older brother, if not a friend."
I told him that I did to both.
It turns out that in the new stuff that Jack had, for the car, was a motor that had not been used before that MJ said was one of the best on the market. I knew I wasn't ready for something so fast right now, but that he could, "MJ, I'll trade you this motor for the one I drove in your car Sunday so that you can maybe beat those other guys at the track."
He got very excited, "You'ld really do that for me?"
"Of coarse," I said, "For my big brother!"
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Later after the others went home, Bobby came in to talk to me as I cleaned things on my car.
With a smile on his face, Bobby said, "That was very nice of you to do for Marty, I'm very proud of you Vicky! You surprise me sometimes when you act so mature."
My face blushed red, and I said, "Thanks Bobby."
Bobby smiled again, "You know how much I love your mom, and we will be married soon. You can call me dad, if you wanted to."
I knew it meant a lot to him, I answered, "I know that Bobby, and I want to. You are so good for mom and me. But I still feel uncomfortable saying that yet. But I know the time will come. Soon!"
Hanging his head a little, "I'll just have to work harder then!" Smiling back up at me. Then he really surprised me, "I know, since you're racing on Sunday, let's go fishing on Saturday, okay?"
One of the things that surprised me when I had the run of Vic's memories, is that she loved to go fishing. Her best memory of her dad was fishing with him at a local lake. It was something I missed from my youth. But the way he said it was such that he knew I would say yes, there was no question in his tone.
After he assured me that it would just be the three of us I agreed, and now I couldn't wait for the weekend.
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The rest of the week flew by so fast that I can hardly remember classes and kisses with Zoe. But Saturday morning came and I got up, eager to start the day. I dressed in some khaki Capri shorts and a light green blouse and some boots.
Coming down into the kitchen, mom was finishing up packing a picnic basket while Bobby was fixing breakfast. It was nice to see how mom and Bobby worked together on just about everything. As I ate my breakfast and answered their questions, I realized that mom somehow acted like she had just found Bobby and couldn't bear to be separated from him.
The drive to the lake was quiet and didn't take very long. When we got there, it was the same lake as from Vic's memories, right down to the little dock that she would cool her feet from in the water when the temperature was nice like today was.
The place was empty and we had it to ourselves. I was a short walk from the parking down the path in the grass to the dock at the water's edge. It was more like a large pond than a lake, seeing it through Vic's memory made it look smaller than before. But it was a nice park setting out on the edge of town. It had the look of not being in much use, which made it nicer and more rustic.
I was looking back on Vic's memory of sitting on the end of this very dock, holding a plain bamboo pole with a length of line tied to the pole at one end and a hook at the other with a bobber a short distance up.
Bobby walks passed me onto the dock carrying a couple folding chairs, a tackle box, a bait box of worms and some bamboo poles. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end in a De Ja vu moment. I followed him to the end of the thirty foot dock.
After Bobby set up the chairs, he placed a blanket on the edge of the dock, "In case you want to cool your feet without worrying about the splinters in the old wood." Another shiver down my spine. I looked back at mom, she was setting up the picnic table near the water's edge. She had the biggest smile on her face.
I sat in a chair to take my boots off first, then sat on the edge with my feet dangling in the water, it felt very nice. Bobby handed me a pole and the worm box. I took out a worm and stuck it on the hook, set the bobber about 18 inches above that and flipped it onto the water.
This was all exactly like Vic's memory of the last time she fished with her dad, the only thing missing was the bite of a medium sized golden trout in the first five minutes. After a few minutes, her bobber ducked under the water's surface. She set the hook, and watched as the beautiful fish leapt into the air.
She let the fish tire itself before she raised it up from the water to remove the hook. Before Bobby could ask if she needed any help, she had the hook out and was slipping it back into the water.
As I watched the fish swim away, a great many things started to add up together and pieces fit tight. Suddenly I was very angry for Vicky and her mom. I stood up and turned around to face Bobby, Vicky's dad, long thought dead.
The smile on his face turned pale as the bamboo pole in my hand became a wisp of ash from the blazing fire from my hand. The only thing I managed to say before I fell unconscious was, "WHY?"
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When I came to, not much time could have passed, though, I was laying on a blanket in the grass under a great tree. Mom looked with worry into my eyes, relieved I was awake. Before I could speak, she said, "He had a good reason for leaving us, Sweetie, Please give your dad a chance to explain first! Will you promise me that?"
I nodded my head, feeling a very bad headache coming on.
Quietly Bobby says, "Bad headache huh, I'm not surprised after what you did on the dock. That much water should have suppressed your ability to work fire, you shouldn't have been able to do that. You are a very strong magic user."
Groaning, "What do yo mean by magic user?"
He smiled, "That is a very big question, one I plan to answer to both you and your mother as you both need to know everything now. It will explain why I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life, leaving behind the two things I hold most dear in my life, you and your mother."
We sat at the picnic table drinking water as Bobby explained. "I had no intention of leaving the two of you, but ultimately my parents were not to be denied, they never approved of your mother. Saying she had poor blood, even for one not of the Blood Royale. The Royal's were the last of the people to carry any of the bloodlines from the fairy clans, out of the long past."
Mom says, "That explains why they treated me like a commoner, too far beneath them to notice. I always wondered why you stayed with me after the first time I met them."
Bobby smiled radiantly at mom, "That's easy, anyone willing to look you in the eyes would see you have a great heart. The first time I looked in your eyes, I knew I was going to marry you. I loved you that much." Continuing, "Then something happened that forced me to leave you. Someone tried to kill me. There are parts of the magical realm that thought I believed as my parents do, hence, they tried to assassinate me."
I felt it was time for me to ask a question, "So what changed to bring you out of hiding?"
He took my hand, sincerely, "You did, more than anything. You see, I've been hiding from everyone, including fellow magic users. Even my own parents think that I'm dead. The department I work for, investigates strange or unusual occurrences as part of a crime. Frank being fried after raping you led me back to you and your mom. If you knew how hard it was to not go crazy protective over you both when I first saw you."
Mom already knew some of this and she already accepted it as he said. For me it was harder, since down deep, I was still a little bit Walter in a sea of Victoria. Never had my emotions been in so much turmoil since I was left in this body to deal as best I could. Jesus Vic, I could really use a friend that I didn't have to hide things from.
"I can understand what you are saying, but given everything that has happened, it will take a while before I can start calling you dad."
He says, "I understand that. But I want the two of you to know, my job is to find people like you and turn them into my agency. I am doing all I can, to hide you from them. At some point, we're going to have to rejoin with the magic community for greater protection. That was why we needed to move from that apartment as soon as we could."
Mom asks, "Why?"
Bobby's answer brought chills to me again.
"Before the incident with Frank happened, that building was one we were watching because of two very low level users. One was Vicky and the other was Walter. Their powers we so low that they would normally never manifest them. But when Walter tried to intervene when Frank attacked Vicky, once they could see each other. They each wanted the other to feel better, that the part of Walter's soul that held his magical potential was pulled into Vicky, magnifying her potential to the point that she 'ashed' Frank on the spot."
I said, "Well, that explains a lot." Thinking, if you had any idea.
"And your only going to grow stronger."
Bobby spent the greater part of the morning as we continued to fish, telling us a lot about magic in the world. He explained that the average person like mom had zero magic potential, made up 99% of the human race. Of the remaining 1%, most people would only learn to use a single element to one degree or another, but never when surrounded by a second element.
He said it was rare to be able to use a second element in the best of circumstances, such as at least having an active element in the proximity of another. But to do what I did, calling fire while on the water, meant that I had the potential to use all five elements. Something that had never even been considered possible.
He made one thing absolutely crystal clear to both mom and I. And that was, if anyone on either side, the government or the magic users, my life would essentially be over. After that point, I would be little more than a lab rat fought over by the both of them. Not something I would relish.
Mom suggested making a run for it, but Bobby and I both knew that would only spotlight our family to both sides. The only way to survive was to hide in plain sight. We all made a promise to act out our lives like it looked to outsiders, that being that Bobby was a great guy, a cop that met my mom under bad conditions and turned it around for better lives for all of us.
Leaving the lakeside park was more morose than our arrival had been.
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When we got home,MJ was waiting to see what we had caught. I teased him that there was nothing to show since we released everthing we caught. He followed me to the hobby room and we were checking on my stuff when he asked if I was racing tomorrow. Feeling a pasion for something I needed so much right now, I said, "Yes, sir!"
After working a little on my car, we quickly packed up my bag and had everything ready for the morning. MJ tells Bobby, "Dad said to let you know, if you want, he can take us in the morning and you can bring us home."
Bobby say, "Sounds like I get to sleep in!" Making lecherous eyes at mom.
Mom laughs, "Have you seen the list of 'Honey Do's' for the house mister. All of that has to get done before we can have the wedding here in the yard."
He hangs his head, "Yes, Mistress! To hear is to obey."
We all were laughing after that.
End of Chapter 9
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