Jr High (Detectives.)

He had a scar on the back of his thumb, so he must have cut it bad enough to need stitches.

I first saw it when my friends ran up with a tablet. 2 of them, they practically grabbed me, and dragged me off to the girl’s room.

“Check this out.” It wasn’t even password locked, tapping the screen went right to the desktop, where there was a folder of videos.

They giggled excitedly when he drove up. The camera pointing across the steering wheel, dashboard, and passenger side window. Then, some girls ran up, and he leaned over in front of the camera. Just his shoulder, ear, and the mask strap looped behind it. The girls stopped, and looked. Then covered their mouths, and ran off screaming, or giggling.

I couldn’t hear it very well, but there was a lot of traffic sound. It was quiet, and muffled coming in the passenger window, but he sat down, and drove off again.

“Where’d you guys get this?” I shook my head.

“Keep watching, it gets better.” Then, he took the camera, and held it down in his lap. I couldn’t see anything but the bottom of his shirt, his jacket, and of course his dick. He jerked off quickly, frantically, then turned off the camera.

“Was that Lacey Scott?”

“No, she doesn’t have a dick.”

“Yeah, a little dick.”

“Like you’ve seen a full grown dick outside of porn.”

“Um, do dick pics count?”

“Girls,” I put my hands up, “Focus? Where’d you get that tablet?”

“Oh yeah. He left it in the park.”

“Under one of those styrofoam takeout thingies.”

“There was an empty cup of ice. I mean, it was just ice, so he must have drank all the soda.”

“Show me.” So, we went out, walked across the parking lot, and around the school fence. The park fence was right next to it, basically the same fence, and the girls wanted to hop over.

“Help me up.”

I just ran around to the gate, and back. The gate was wide open anyway, it was right after school, and they didn’t lock it until after dark. You could still get in, but you couldn’t park your car overnight. It even said no overnight parking on the rules sign.

They hopped down, right before I got back.

“Huh, we figured since your mom, and dad are bounty hunters.”

“Bail bondsmen.” I shook my head.

“Well, isn’t that just like bounty hunting only for the cops?”

“No,” I thought, “It’s more like a loan shark for people in jail, but if they try to skip town, then my dad has to go after them.”

“Exactly, so you know all about this detective stuff.” I just shook my head, thinking that doesn’t mean I inherited it. I seriously doubt that there’s a Bail Bonds gene, but if there was, even if it was recessive. My mom mostly runs the office, she’s basically the secretary, but yeah. Dad tracks down criminals when they skip bail, but it’s not really like, wild west bounty hunting.

“Right there.” They both pointed out the bench, then the trashcan a few yards away where they threw out the take-out box, and cup. Just a motley print paper cup, with blue, and white diamonds all around it like a tablecloth turned sideways, and stretched out.

“Hm.” I bet it came from the corner store, since that was the closest place I could think of. I checked the bottom like a Kobayashi coffee cup, but all it had there was a SYSCO stamp, and a number. It wasn’t a date, but it doesn’t really matter. There weren’t any markings on the box, just French fry crumbs, and a splot of catchup in one of the corner cups. Some place that also sells potato salad, so he really likes potatoes.

“Don’t you want to dust for prints, or something?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t have a junior detective evidence collection kit.” I’m vaguely aware of the Chain of Evidence concept, but I have no idea beyond it’s complicated, and if you mess it up, they can get out of court on a technicality. “Secondly, what good would that do? I don’t have anything to compare them to, and I don’t have access to the police database back in the batcave.”

They laughed, but it was just a game to them. Okay, there was a dick flasher on the loose, and we might be able to help stop him, but I thought about maybe telling my dad. And wondered if he’d get it on camera, since that was part of his MO.

“And finally, there’s no telling who touched them before you 2.” I pointed with 2 fingers, back and forth.

“Well, I bet it was him.”

“Yeah, if anybody else saw the computer just sitting out, why would they put an empty sandwich container over it, instead of just take it to lost, and found, or something?”

“Uh!” Nancy Drew, and Veronica Mars here. Seemed a lot more interested in playing this dangerous game with a real sex criminal than me, but I took the evidence with me. I watched the videos for more clues, and after I zoomed it in. I saw the scar on his thumb, among other things.

Nice of him to put it on a big screen. All the better to watch it again, I guess, but there wasn’t anything else on the tablet. I mean at all, it was just a folder full of videos, an editing ap, and some boring stuff he got rid of in cache, but nothing that really gave him away. Smart, careful, sick, and dirty, but I have to admit a little. Impression?

I didn’t like what he used his intelligence for, of course. But still, I’m a little impressed by how well he covered his tracks, even if I can’t respect him for it. Which got me thinking, it was sloppy of him to leave it at the park, where a couple of schoolgirls could find it. Unless that was his plan all along, but I never really even wanted to do anything like this.

Oh yeah, and they suggested that my folks might be able to help. Mom especially, yeah she’s pretty much the secretary at the office, but. She’s also got a Criminal Justice degree, and she’s usually the one to track down the bail jumpers online. I mean, I wasn’t really listening at the dinner table to How, but they bring their work home with them a lot, and now this case just dropped in my lap.

“Huh!” I got horny, I couldn’t help it. Yeah, it was Lacey in a lot of the videos, even with the mask on. I don’t know Lacey, but I recognized her. I don’t know Nancy, and Veronica neither, but they knew me. At least well enough to hear that my dad was a bail bondsman, I guess the rest was from the rumor mill, but she didn’t just see it, and run off.

There was another video where she leaned in. Through the open window, he fondled her through her top, and she unhooked her bra for him, but she also jerked him off. Off camera, and I guess he’s about average size. I had to look it up, and estimate, but assuming his hand is about 4″ wide. (That’s the pocket knife law. It’s technically a weapon if the edge is longer that 4″ or the width of your hand knuckle to knuckle, whichever is larger. So, I guess guys with bigger hands can have bigger knives, but they already have that advantage?)

So, maybe about half a foot, all the way down to where it disappears into the top of his scrotum. Pulled up tight by the skin with every stroke, and his thumb rubbing the back of the head occasionally, but not every stroke. Nor every other stroke, so there was a little bit of a surprise, watching him beat off. Anticipating, and trying to guess if he’ll do that thumb rub or not every stroke, so when he slows down, and pumps his load out.

“Huh! HhuhHhuh!” He’s an exhibitionist, and I’m turning into a voyeur. Was that part of his plan? Because Lacey sure seems to know where he’ll drive up, and is she in on it?

“Huh! Ew.” Now my fingers are all wet, and smelly, and my lips are stuck together. So, I pull up my underwear to wipe it dry, and got in the bathroom to wash my hands. In the mirror, I look like, I just had sex. For real, my hair is wrecked, my cheeks, and neck are still red hot, I’m sweating, and I’ve got this smile of satisfaction on my face. “Huh, I can always ask mom, if I need her help.”

That’s when I decided to at least try and find him on my own.

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Lacey (Gf Talk)

“What do you want?” Some 12 year old 7th grader.

“You know that guy that’s been driving around, and flashing girls?”

“No?” She already had her phone out. “Well, that’s you, isn’t it?”

“No?” With my friends, running off after he flashed us, but then he grabbed the camera. She shut it off. “Wait, what happens next?” She yanked it back out of my hands.

“Just, talk to me. I can show you later if you really want to see.”

“I can guess.” I shrugged.

“But first you have to tell me what kind of car he drives.”

“I don’t know? I told you, I don’t even know who you’re talking about.”

“Okay,” she taped her screen, swiped, swiped up, and tapped another icon. Another video came up. “But don’t tell me that’s not you, in his car.”

“Huh!” I blushed, and shook my head, then turned away. “Okay, he’s been stalking me.” I shrugged, “I guess, I gave him a handjob one time, but I don’t know what kind of car it is.”

“Well, what color is it?”

“Blue.”

“Dark blue, or light blue?”

“I don’t know,” I turned around, and she looked back and forth. Between my eyes. “Cobolt blue? It’s about medium between light and dark, but really saturated blue.” She nodded, and tapped on her screen with her thumbs. “Who’re you texting?”

“Nobody, it’s just for my notes. Here.” She brought up the color wheel. I pointed, and tapped on “Prussian Blue” when it popped up.

“2 door, 4 door?”

“Hatchback.” I nodded, “New, er. It’s not faded, or rusted or anything. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, probably call the cops when I have something to give them. You didn’t happen to catch the license plate number?”

I shook my head, but honestly. I didn’t want him to get caught, I liked the attention, and I only invited the girls to walk me across the park thinking that would keep me safe. You know, most guys don’t have the balls to confront us traveling in packs, but this guy. Well, he definitely had balls, and they must be full of sperm to.

“Here,” she showed me the end of the video where he flashed us. Me, and my friends, before I let him talk me into jerking him off and letting him feel me up, but I wasn’t in his car. Then, I didn’t see him for a while, so I guess that was a mistake. He got what he wanted, and now he’s probably flashing other girls. Little girls like her, so I guess somebody’s going to stop him. “So, you gonna handcuff him?”

“What?”

“You’re the girl that got caught with handcuffs at school, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So, I bet he’d look great in handcuffs.” With his pants down, and his dick just hanging limp, where he can’t touch it, or get it up. Like it was the first time I saw it, I guess he can’t get it up until you run away. Unless you let him feel you up, and jerk him off. “Huh, you done?”

“Yeah,” she put her phone back, “I guess.”

“Good,” because now I had to use the bathroom, and not for the toilet. I came in to check my hair, and put on makeup, but now I’m horny. So, I locked myself in the handicap stall, and tried to keep it down. I was late for class, but 2 orgasms later, it was worth it.

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Mom (FG CP)

“Honey, what are you doing here again?”

“Well,” she looked over at the shelf, where she stole a spare pair of handcuffs, and took them to school. “Huh!” She threw her bookbag on an empty desk, “Well, I guess I need your help with something.” She got out a tablet, but the battery was dead.

“What?”

“I’m trying to stop this flasher that’s been hanging around the park this year. You got a USB for this thing?”

“Over here.” I took it over the the hub, and plugged it in. “Is that what you took the handcuffs to school for?” She said she just wanted to show her friends how they worked, girls, but not girl friends, or anything bisexual like that. She’s gotten better at lying to me, but I knew she was holding something back. It turned out, that was nothing Bi-sexual like that.

“You need to stay away from guys like this.”

“I know, I’m not planning on approaching him, I just need to find his car.”

I sat down, and started typing. “License plate?”

“Don’t know.”

“Make and model?”

“Blue hatchback. Prussian blue if that helps, but I haven’t actually seen the car. I’ll get the license number when I do.”

“You get a description of him?”

“Male, old enough to own a car, brown hair, can’t see his eyes, and a small scar on the back of his thumb. I think it looks like a knife-tip?” She brought her phone over. “Look, see?” Holding onto a steering wheel, and zoomed in.

“Well, I can try to research companies that make hatchbacks in Prussian blue.”

“It may be Cobalt blue.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down much, but what do you need the handcuffs for if you’re not planning on approaching him?”

“Huh!” She rolled her eyes. “Because he’s planning on approaching us. Middle school girls, or he wouldn’t be hanging out around the park with his pants open.”

“All right,” I pulled a drawer out. “This is a stun-gun.” I checked the safety, and the charge with a clicking crackle.”

“Mom, I can’t take that to school, neither. The security guys are all zero tolerance about any weapon, or anything that can be construed as a weapon. It says that in the student manual, so you know that if they confiscate handcuffs as a weapon, they’ll never let me in with a stungun.”

“Well, just hang onto it.” I got out the box, and the manual. “Here’s the instructions, read them carefully, and try to stay safe, okay? I worry about you.”

“I know. I’m 12, it’s your job to worry about me.”

“Well, that’s more of a hobby,” I joked.

“Well, I’m gonna need a bigger purse.”

“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, and got out my wallet. “40 dollars.” 2 $20s.

“Love you mom!” She hugged me, and put it in her bookbag on the way out. So, I went back to the charging station, and checked on the device.

An icon flashed in the corner next to the power icon. A little cloud.

[Connected to the cloud. Uploading…]

[Hm,] I took it back to my work station, to see if I could find the owner of the Drop Box. Unfortunately, they couldn’t give out personal information without a court order, even if it does contain Childporn. So, I gave them the account number, and hung up to make some calls.

“Electronic Crimes Division.”

“Hey, yeah. This is Janice Macintre. That’s M. A. C. I. N. T. R. E, at Jones, and Mac bailbonds.” I flipped back through pages under the blotter. “The word for today is Levament?”

“That was yesterday’s.”

“Let me look that up.” I brought up the local PD secure bulletin for today. With the password for the day, and dropped the old one in the shredder.

“Nesh, N. E. S. H.” I’ll look up what that means later, but they’re running out of obscure words that’re easy to pronounce. Who knows, one might turn up in a crossword again.

“How can I help you?”

“We recovered a device, linked to an illegal porn cache. So, I’m gonna need a judge to sign a court order for electronic records.”

“You still have the device?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll send someone over.”

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Jr. Detective (Gf Prof)

“Huh,” I’m not a profiler. I don’t even know any profilers, let alone sex crimes detectives, and mom’s right to worry. I just can’t stop thinking about the thrill.

Okay, I looked up Exhibitionism, and read an article in Psychology Today which qualifies me to do diddly squat. Also, the third time someone asked me what I was going to do?

It’s not like the blue cup, the blue car, and Lacey’s blue eyes. That might be a coincidence, or blue might be his favorite color, but that narrows it down to what? Exhibitionists that like the color blue?

I should have given mom the evidence, before it got into my brain, but I’m starting to think like him, a little. I mean, when he’s got the camera, or the phone up, it’s like Predator Vision. The Male Gaze, and you know what? He doesn’t look at our bodies. Well, the girls he’s flashed, he always focuses on their faces.

“So, maybe that’s why he stopped stalking you,” I told Lacey later, “It’s not the handjob you gave him, or getting to feel your breasts, but you consented. You’re not surprised by him any more, in fact you went looking for him?”

“No, not really but. Huh, I guess I started cutting through the park, alone, knowing held be back. It wasn’t a turn-on at first, it was just gross, but then I started thinking about what I could have done, and really shouldn’t have done.”

“And then you went and did it.”

She nodded, “Yeah, but you think that scared him off?”

“No, but if I understand this correctly, you’re too willing. He doesn’t want to show you his penis, because you already seen it, it doesn’t surprise you. You remember how you reacted that first time?”

“I ran away.”

“Yeah, so he kept flashing you until it didn’t scare you off any more. So, now he’s looking for other girls to scare off.”

Which is why he’s never driven up to me. I’m looking for him, I’m obviously staking out the park after school, and now it took explaining that to someone else to figure out why he hasn’t attacked me.

Oh yeah, and the tablet automatically connects to the Cloud, when you plug it into any computer. Not my phone, but I had to back up some of the images. Without any Minors in them, because that’s legally possession of childporn (Thanks, mom.) Just zoomed in screen caps of distinctive features like the back of his thumb. His left thumb, he’s right handed, but he must have been holding something, with the knife in his other hand, or some-one.

“Huh!” The thing is, the older videos in his Drop Box. I knew they were old, because there wasn’t anyone wearing masks, so he must have taken them before the lockdown. That made him change his MO, since he could wear a mask in public, he didn’t have to grab them from behind.

His hand over their mouth, and tell them not to look at him.

The knife in his other hand.

Oh yeah, and the Psychology Today article says it can be a precursor to escalation, but it didn’t say anything about him backing down. I mean, how does a man get all the way up to molesting tweenage girls at knife point to just flashing them on camera? Is that an escalation, or maybe it’s a cool-down.

Oh yeah, and he cut his thumb somewhere between the 2. Maybe it was accidentally, when he was holding a victim. She struggled, or even tried to grab his knife hand, or stabbed him with his own knife, and that’s how she got him to let her go? All right, I’d like to think she got away, instead of triggering his rage, so he killed her. I don’t know, but he didn’t save that video.

Oh yeah, and he changed cars, too. Maybe that’s related, and maybe his car broke down, so he had to buy a new one. The old one did look kinda old, and larger, so he decided on a brand new little blue hatchback, but I know what he’s capable of. Lacey shook her head, and called him “Harmless.”

I’m betting he’s just working himself up to another attack. Maybe he’s just planning, he’s a planner, and more careful now. I bet that’s it, he fucked up royal, so that forced him to get more Organized, before he fucked up worse next time.

Before he has to kill one? He doesn’t want them to see his face, so if one does, I bet he’d kill her, to keep her from identifying him. I can’t take that risk, I’ve taken too many risks all ready, and now I’m escalating.

They didn’t say anything about that for voyeurs, but I’m addicted to the thrills. I’m taking bigger, and bigger risks, just to get those thrills, so he must be going nuts trying to control himself now.

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Lacey (fG [Text])

So, I got lucky, I guess. I mean, I started looking around more, which is a good habit to get into, but then we stopped by this truck-stop on the way back from the country. Just inside city limits, my dad had to stop for gas, and I had to go to the restroom, but then mom ordered some food from the lunch counter, and got a table over by the windows.

“I couldn’t wait to get home, I’m starving!”

“Hey!” Then, he came right up to the table, and asked, “Can I get your daughter something?”

“Oh, I’m not hungry,” but the way he said it was like. Not creepy, at all. He was talking to my mom, so he didn’t want to creep her out, at work right in front of her daughter, but then he stuck his hand in his pocket.

“Suit yourself.” His thumb sticking out, and as soon as I saw the scar, I knew why he sounded so creepy.

I remembered his voice. “Yeah, you hot little slut, never seen a dick like this before, I knew you’d be back. I knew you’d want it…”

Can I get your daughter something?

“Order UP!”

“Huh, I’ll go get it, on second thought.” I cleared my throat, “I am a little thirsty.” One look over at the drinks machine. The stacks of cups on the counter next to it. The bright colored rhombus pattern, and the blue Medium sized ones.

“Sure,” she handed me a couple singles.

“Hey,” I waved the bills over the white styrofoam clamshell container. “How much is a drink over there?”

“What size?”

“The blue cup.”

“That’ll be $1.50.”

“Keep the change,” I leaned over the counter. Straddling mom’s emergency lunch. Well, she is pregnant again, so no telling what weird craving she got. ‘hey,’ I lowered my voice, ‘you don’t recognize me without the mask on?” I got my booster shot, but he’s working fast food, so he has to wear one, and clear plastic gloves to handle the money.

I curled my fingers up, around his imaginary hardon, and pumped it on the counter. “How ’bout now?” I bit my lip, and he stepped back.

“Um, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But he acted scared. Of me? Or maybe my mom calling the cops on him, if she saw us together, so I just said “Suit yourself,” to get a cup. Pulled a napkin out to wrap around it, and filled it with ice. Put the lid on, and stuck a straw in. Since mom paid for it.

“Too cold?” When I set it down, but she turned her lunch around, and dug in like she was starving.

“Oh, the ice? No, I just don’t want it to melt too quickly,” but I sat down, and got my phone out. Sent a text:

[He’s Here.] With my location pinned for google maps.

I don’t know whether he touched the cups or not, but it’s the exact same cups, and if the cops do get fingerprints off it.

[How did you find him?]

[Just dumb luck.] I guessed.

[Well, what are you doing way out in the sticks?] She must have looked it up on the map. Way out past the outer loop, and even a mile or 2 further then that.

[Oh, just visited my cousins on the way back. We stopped for gas, mom got a craving, and dad wants to wait out the rush hour traffic.]

[So what do you want to do?]

[You know what I want to do.] She’s the one with the handcuffs.

[Well, don’t do anything yet.]

[I’m not going to without you, anyways. He’s your’s as much as mine, and I wouldn’t dare do that to you. You’d go nuts, and hate me if I took care of him without you.]

[Thanks, but we should probably just call the cops.]

[And tell them what? Come on, you know you won’t be satisfied with just calling the cops.]

“Huh! God I needed that. Help me up.”

“Oh, mom. Can’t I just stretch my legs?”

“It’s been a long day, so you have until I get back to the car to stretch your legs. Honestly, why didn’t you think of that while you’re sitting there with your eyes glued to your phone?”

“All right, I’m coming, god!” [GTG, see you over at your house?]

[You bet.]

But on the way out, I got a picture of his car, the license plate, the bowtie logo, and [Spark] on the back. “Huh, Chevy Spark.” What kinda guy drives a little hatchback called the spark? What, sparkle wouldn’t fit on the back? That’s such a girl car, even if it is boy blue. Maybe that’s it, he thinks that if he drives a girl car, that’ll help him attract girls to flash, and molest over by the middle school?

Still kinda have to wonder what scared him off, but he looks a lot younger than I remember. Or maybe I just wasn’t paying attention, but looking in the driver side window, I can’t see the camera neither. Not that I ever bothered to look up.

“Lynne?”

“Coming dad!” Now, how the heck are we gonna get all the way back out here? I know the city busses don’t drive out this far, so we’re probably going to have to call the cops, anyway. Oh, I wanted to see him in handcuffs!

[What happened, are you safe?]

[Yeah, back on the highway. Headed back home…]

[Oh good. As long as you’re not going after him alone.]

[I told you I wouldn’t do that to you, but here’s his car.] I sent the pic.

[Chevy Spark, huh?]

[Yeah, probably why I didn’t recognize it, but I had blinders on, too.]

[How so?]

[Well, I just felt like a deer in the headlights? Must feel, you know the car’s coming, and they can get out of the way, but they just freeze up. Only instead of headlights, it was a dick.]

[Oh, don’t start blaming yourself now.]

[I’m not, it’s just driving me nuts. I should have thought of getting the license number when he drove off. I had 3 whole chances, and I couldn’t even tell you it was a Chevy. I swear, my brain just shut down or something. I should bleach my hair blonde just to warn people. I know, I’m not really blaming myself, I’m just disappointed. After all these months, we finally found him, and now it feels like he’s getting away.]

[Well try to think of it as you getting away from him.]

[I don’t want to get away from him, but get this. My mom started playing ballbuster with my dad.]

[LOL, what?]

[She found ballbuster porn in his computer search history, so she thought it was his, and she asked him if he wanted to try it, but not like full on. Kicking him in the balls, hard. I just heard her threaten to, so he can plead for mercy. I guess that’s just. What?]

[I don’t know, I’m just now looking up ballbuster porn.]

[Well, the only problem is what if that doesn’t work?]

[I don’t know, I think you’d have to get a guy that’s into it, to keep it up.]

[Oh good. I don’t want him to.]

[Oh, you’ve been working on your fantasy?]

[Yeah, I want to get him hard, then kick him in the nuts so he can’t keep it up. Then, maybe call the cops to pick him up.]

[Still hand cuffed, with his pants down?]

[Oh yeah. I want that picture more than anything, but before we call the cops. You think we could have a little fun with him?]

[I sure hope so. I’m heading out.]

[Where?]

[Over to your house? I’ll meet you there.]

[Good plan.]

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Jr. Detective

“Huh!” I found out what she ment by disappointed. We should have called the cops right away, but by the time we caught the bus out to the Ring Road exit, and hitch-hiked (With a stun-gun, but zapping a driver while driving isn’t a safe plan) out to the truck stop, he was gone.

The manager was taping a Help Wanted sign up front, and sure enough. He finished his shift, and quit. Lacey thought up a great lie to get his address from her: Her mom’s pregnant, so she said she had to get him to sign a waiver for Custody, in return for letting him get away without having to pay Child Support.

“So, that’s what he was running away from.” She shook her head, and got out the information. “I’m going to have to mail his last check anyway.”

“Damnit!” We went back out to the parking lot, and I looked up the address on my phone.

“Now what?”

“He’s clear across town.” I called. “Hey dad. I’ve got an address for you to check out.”

“What are you doing?” Lacey pulled my arm down.

“He’s running. He’s got a head start, we’re stuck out here, and. Hang on.” I felt dad yelling at my phone. “What’s that?”

“Stuck out where?”

“Oh, let me send you the address, but hurry to the one I sent you first. He’s skipping town, I have no idea how long you have for him to pack his stuff, or where he’s going.”

“Okay, call you back when I find someone to pick you up.”

“Huh!” I just let my arm hang.

“Damnit!” She stomped, shaking her fists.

“I know, I’m frustrated too, but honestly. We better let the men handle this?”

“Don’t be sexist.”

“It’s not sexist, we’re 13 year old girls, and he’s got a knife?”

“How do you know he’s got a knife?”

“Because that’s his MO. Look, I didn’t want to scare you, but.” I looked around, “We better go over here where I can show you.”

“What?”

“What he’s capable of.”

Honestly, he got away. The first one got away, because what were we going to do? Seriously, realistically, even with 2 of us, a stun-gun, and a pair of handcuffs? Nothing good, and I’m kinda scared to find out what me, or Lyncy. Sorry, Lacy now, but irregardless.

She scares me a little too, now that I’ve seen her ballbuster porn, and tried to imagine her mom, 5 months pregnant, threatening to bust her dad’s balls to make him beg for mercy.

It’s not just addictive, this madness. It’s contagious. “Huh!” I brought up the Sex Offender Registry, again. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find another child abuser, then…”

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