Title: Snowbound 

Author: MrJenkins 

Summary: 12/27/10 Driving home through a blizzard,
Will finds a stranded car with three small girls.
They are snowbound for over two weeks.

Keywords: Mgg bg pedo cons rom slow

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Snowbound
By MrJenkins

Chapter 1 in which I accquire some kids

I drove up the road heading home, around 6:30 and
well after dark in early January.  The predicted
storm had started mid afternoon and was getting
serious about it's job. It was snowing heavily and
the wind was starting to make some significant
drifts, at least a foot of new snow on the
road -- the outside thermometer on my SUV showed 15
degrees and I had chained up on all four wheels
twenty miles back.  With the four wheel drive,
high clearance and years of experience, I wasn't
having any difficulty, but was glad I hadn't
dawdled any longer in town, and that I was less
than five miles from home.

As I came around a tight corner, I caught a
glimpse of a dark shape well off the road.  On
that road in a storm, there wouldn't be any
traffic, so I stopped, backed up till I could
shine my headlights onto what I had seen and
stopped.  It was a smaller hatchback car, well off
the road, and obviously stuck.  There was only
about eight inches of snow on the top, so it had
gone in the ditch after the storm started.

I turned on the flashers -- most unlikely, but
someone might come along, pulled on my parka and
gloves and got out.  The wind grabbed my door and
nearly pulled it out of my hands as I opened it.
I got braced and pushed the door closed, then
slogged through the snow to the little car.  I
brushed the snow off the drivers window, stuck my
flashlight against the glass and looked in.  No
one was in the front seat, I nearly turned away,
then turned back and repeated the process on the
rear door window. I could see a heap of blankets
on the seat, that could have concealed a person.
I tried the door and it was locked, same thing
with the drivers door.

I rapped on the glass, and saw movement in the
blankets, a girl's head lifted up out of the
heap.  I rapped on the glass again, and she slowly
crawled over and rolled the window down a little.

"Where are your folks?", I asked.

There was a long pause, "Sandy went to get help",
she finally said.

"How long ago?"

Long pause, "A long time, it was still light out."

"Oh shit -- Oh, well, another Darwin award", was
my silent thought.

"Open the door and let's get you to a warmer
spot", was my spoken response.

Another long pause, "OK."  She started fumbling
with the door handle.  After what seemed like a
very long time, probably 45 seconds to a minute by
the clock she managed to get it unlocked.  

I opened it and reached in for her.  As I did I
saw another leg that had been uncovered as she
came to the door.

I verified that the door was unlocked, rolled the
window back up and scooped her up, then closed the
car door. She had no coat on, I unzipped my parka
and folded it around her the best I could. I
struggled a bit with my burden, the snow, wind and
slope, opened the passenger door on my rig,
fortunately on the downwind side and a bit
sheltered.  I put the girl on the seat, turned the
heater up to full blast and went back for another
load.  I found two more girls in the blankets.
The second girl was smaller than the first, and
the third, smaller yet.  I elected to make two
trips, got the second girl in with her sister and
went back for the third one.

This time I stirred the blankets till I was
certain she was the last, then carried her back to
my rig, put her in with the first two.

I made one more trip to the car and found
registration and insurance papers in the glove
compartment.  No sign of a purse or anything else
of use beyond the blankets in the rear seat. The
space behind the rear seat was heaped to the roof,
nothing obvious that I should take tonight.

I clambered back up the slope, went to the drivers
door and managed to get in without letting the
wind have it.

The littlest girl was nearly comatose, the middle
one was able to sit up, sort of, and the oldest was
aware enough to look at me.

"Your mom left before dark?", I asked.

She nodded.

"Anyone else with you?"

She shook her head.

"I'm Will, what's your name?"

Long pause, "Mandy."

"Well, lets go on home and get you guys warmed
up."

No response from Mandy.

I took my coat off and hung it over the door side
of the middle sized girl, and moved the littlest
one into the middle. All three of them were quite
cold to the touch. They were small enough that all
three could sit in the passenger seat, and that
put them nearer the heater.  By now, the outside
temp claimed 10 degrees, and the wind was making
the vehicle rock a little.

I took another minute to note the GPS coordinates
and mark the spot, checked, and as expected, got
no bars on my cell, then backed up a little to
align with the road and started on for home. I
took things extra slow, hoping to find their
mother on the road, but not unexpectedly, found
nothing.

I was pushing snow with the bumper as I approached
my house, the garage door opened at the button on
the remote and lights came on.  Good, I still had
power.

I got the girls inside, Mandy was responsive and
somewhat aware, the other two were pretty bad.  I
stripped them and put them in the bath tub with
the drain closed, then started the shower with the
water at a temp that felt moderately warm to my
upper arm, a little cooler than I would have used
for a shower.  I positioned Mandy at the end of
the tub away from the shower, sitting up, then her
sisters in her lap so their heads were raised.  I
directed the spray against the torsos of the two
littles, managed to get Mandy to support their
heads and agree to call me if she had any trouble.

I turned the main thermostat up to max and quickly
started a fire in the wood stove.  Then pulled out
my cell and headed back to the bathroom
dialing as I walked.

Mandy was doing OK, water was a little over four
inches deep and felt warm to my hand.

My neighbor answered the phone.  "Hiram, this is
Will.  I found a car off the road at the sharp
turn by Smith Creek.  Three very cold kids in the
car, their mom left to get help before dark."

"Yeah, all of that."

"I was hoping you and your boys would go search.
I wouldn't take any chances though, after this
long the odds are real poor she'll still be
alive unless she's already inside someplace."

"Three girls, with serious but not desperate
hypothermia.  I expect they'll be OK, I'll call
the sheriff, then the emergency room for advice."

"Yes, please do try to call when you get back in.
Try email if you can't get me."

"Thanks and good luck -- be safe."

I spent a couple of minutes on the girls,
switching the shower for the tub spout and moved
Mandy down so she was laying in the water with her
head propped up.

I then called 911 to report the accident and lost
driver.  I told them that three natives with
snowmobiles were already out to search.  Since it
would take at least two hours for more help to
arrive if they could get up here at all, it seemed
doubtful that the risk to the searchers would be
worth it.  They then patched me to the emergency
room to talk to a Doctor.

He thought I should bring them in till I explained
that I was 45 miles away, it would be at least a
two hour journey in these conditions, and that
even with my vehicle and skills, I judged the
attempt to be quite hazardous.  The odds of
getting stuck and stranded very high.

He had me take their temperatures, rectal below 83
on the two littles, a little above 87 on Mandy. By
now Mandy was starting to track and shiver.  The
other two were starting to become responsive, all
three of them crying as their extremities warmed
up and circulation started again.

They had been sheltered well enough that there was
no frostbite, at least not serious.  

The Dr. told me to continue with the warm bath,
try to keep the water temp around 105 till their
rectal temps were above 97.  I should get them out
of the tub before they reached 99 degrees.  Get
warm liquids into them as I could and call him
back in two hours -- sooner if anything seemed to
be going wrong.

I thanked him and hung up.

I checked with Mandy and adjusted the water level
till they were submerged but not quite floating,
adjusted the water temp to Dr's orders, then
stripped off most of my clothes -- being dressed
for outside in this weather, the house was getting
quite warm for me.

In three brief trips to the kitchen, I fixed a mug
of cocoa, getting it to a temp that was a little
uncomfortable to hold a finger in, but not
painful.  I brought it back with a straw and
managed to get Mandy and her middle sister to
drink some of it.

By now Mandy was able to tell me that the other
two girls were Janice and Jodie, middle and
little.  She was dozing as she warmed up, after a
bit I got a stack of towels and made headrests for
them so they could lay back with their
faces above water level.

Now that I had the luxury of time to really look
at them I found I had one dirty blond, one
brunette and one with very light brown hair, all
three quite thin, well off towards
scrawny. Distinctly different features, one would
suspect, at the least, different fathers.  I
checked with Mandy, they were nine, seven and
four.  I could see bruises on all three of them.

By nine, Janice was talking a bit, and Jodie was
becoming responsive.  I called the Doctor as
instructed, he seemed pleased with their progress.
That I should just continue unless they seemed to
be having difficulties.  I should expect them to
be run down for several days and skin on the
extremities would probably be sensitive for a
while after they warmed up.  I should push high
calorie food for a few days to rebuild their
reserves.

Hiram called a little after ten, no luck, which
surprised neither of us.  One of his boys, John -
14, had spun in bad enough with one of the sleds
that they had abandoned it for the night.  With
the three of them together on separate sleds, this
was a serious embarrassment to the kid, a source
of amusement for his brother, Alec - 16, and a
mild annoyance to his father.

I checked temps again, Mandy was up to above 98 so
I fished her out, dried her off and clothed her in
a pullover sweatshirt of mine. I left her to watch
her sisters for a moment and fixed us a can of
soup and a plate of cheese to split.  She ate her
share and was nodding off.  I had her hold off for
another minute and got a blanket to make her a bed
by the wood stove where I could see her while I
sat by the tub.

By 11:30 the other two came out of the tub, quite
wrinkled, but by now fully responsive if you made
allowances for sleepy. I had to dry them very
gently, their skin was quite tender. I dressed
them in a couple of my t-shirts, got some food
into them and laid them down with a couple more
blankets by Mandy.

The wind was howling around the house, I still had
phone and power, although I wasn't going to make
any bets about how long this would last.  I called
in to sheriff dispatch to report the status of the
girls -- Hiram had called earlier with the results
of his search.  I assured them that I had fuel,
food and shelter for at least three weeks, the
reason I was calling in the middle of the night
was because of doubt about phone service in the
morning, not any current need. Any further action
for the girls could wait till the storm blew over
in a few days and the roads were cleared.

I turned the thermostat back down to normal then
hauled the groceries and other stuff from my
vehicle into the house and put anything that was
urgent away.  The frozen stuff hadn't suffered
from the wait, temp in the garage was well below
freezing, the outside temp showed 5 by now,
nearing midnight.  A quick look around with a
flashlight from the porch showed the drifts to be
flourishing, there was a five footer across the
drive where we had come in a few short hours ago.

When I came into the living room, the girls were
sitting up, huddled together.  Jodie was crying
quietly.  

"Where's momma?", she asked.  "Who are you?"

"I'm Will", I answered, squatting down beside
her.  "Your mom went to get help and we can't find
her."

"Is she gonna be OK", asked Mandy.

I looked at her a moment, then decided to be
honest as gently as I could manage.  "Probably
not, by now either she's inside somewhere and
can't call, or dead.  Since we have phone and
power, the neighbors probably do too.  Hiram said
his wife called all the neighbors, and none of
them had seen her.  So, it doesn't look good."

Mandy didn't say anything, but tears started
running down her cheeks.  I held out my arms and
she came to me, put her arms around my neck and
got tears on my shirt.  

After a moment, I stood up and moved to a large
recliner.  At my invitation, the other two girls
crawled into my lap and arms.

We sat there for a while, then I said, "I need to
go to bed, kids.  Do you want to sleep out here by
the stove or in my guest bed, up there." I pointed
up the stairs.

"Can we sleep with you?", Janice asked, "It's
scary in here with the wind blowing like that."

"OK", I said after a moments thought.  "My bed's
in there", pointing, "Bathroom before bed, it's
the door through the bedroom. I'll check things
one more time, turn out the lights and be there in
a moment.

They got off my lap, I stood and they headed for
the bedroom.

When I got there in a couple of minutes, I had
three faces peeking out from the top of the
covers.  I stripped to my shorts and got in.  A
few moments of wiggly shuffling and I had one of
the two larger girls on either side and the little
laying on my chest and stomach.  She was light
enough to not be a problem to breath so I let her
be and drifted off to sleep.

I woke a while later, noted that it was 3am, I
still had power, and if anything the wind was up
more yet.  Jodie had moved to my side, crowding
her sister away from me.  I rolled onto my side,
put my arm around her and went back to sleep.

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Chapter two -- the first morning.

When I woke again, there was daylight in the
windows, grey wan light, but light.  The wind
still howled, the clock said 8:30, so clouds and
snow must still be going well or it would have
been brighter.

I lay there for a few minutes thinking about the
previous night and my bedmates, then bathroom
needs drove me out of bed.  I tried to get up
without waking the girls, didn't succeed.  They
followed me into the bathroom and watched with
interest as I emptied my morning full bladder.

I got them some thick socks, they didn't fit well,
but they gave some warmth for feet -- some string
and rubber bands around the tops held them up for
now.

I fixed breakfast, as expected the storm was still
in full spate, a quick check online showed that it
was expected to be day after tomorrow before it
let up -- and another was quite possibly right on
it's heels.  Aside from my unscheduled house
guests, this wasn't startling nor distressing -- a
storm like this wasn't an every year occurrence,
but was hardly unprecedented either -- people who
lived around here either learned to cope or moved.

The girls were more than a bit sore, I soaked them
in a tub of hot water for a little while, then
helped them shampoo and wash.  Turns out the dirty
blond, well dirty was more an active part of the
description than I had thought.  The light brown
was now on the border of blond -- the brunette
still was, but removing the grease still improved
her immensely.

I found a spare toothbrush and coached and helped
while they brushed their teeth.  From the looks of
their teeth and toothbrushing skills, this wasn't
usual occurrence.

While they were bare, I looked them over
carefully.  They had bruises on arms, backs and
legs -- most of them where winter clothing would
hide them.  Some scarring was evident as well.  I
fetched my digital camera and took a set of
pictures that showed their condition.  They were
not classically pretty girls, all three were much
thinner than I would have judged optimum.

Mandy, nine a couple of months ago, was the
brunette. A narrow face, brown eyes a bit close
together and a nose that made me suspect that she
either had Mohawk or Aztec ancestry someplace.  A
rather too wide mouth with teeth that could use
some serious orthodontal work, finished up with a
cleft chin that, along with her nose, would make
her a shoo in for the part of a witch in a
play. Not seriously ugly, but not the girl you
might choose to oogle if you were watching them in
a playground either.  She was a little over four
feet tall and when I weighed her, 48 pounds.  Her
chest was still completely flat, no beginning
breasts yet, her pussy slit came fairly high, her
labia were flat against her crotch, no bulge much
at all.  Her hips only had a slight flare, little
wider that her waist.  Clean, she had fairly
obvious bruises here and there, including a pretty
good one on her left cheek.

She didn't seem to have much body modesty at all,
if she minded me looking at her and touching her
to wash and dry, it wasn't obvious.

Janice was the near blond, a much rounder face
than Mandy, gray/blue eyes, a pug nose.  At a long
seven she was a little under four feet and the
scale claimed 40 pounds.  Her hips were wider than
Mandy's, a more noticable feminine flair.  No
boobs at all of course, on her in addition to the
bruises on her arms and back, a quite prominent
pussy mound seemed discolored.  When I tried to
examine it, she flinched in pain.

With some careful questioning, I found that her
mother sold her for gas the previous day, a
trucker had taken her to his sleeper for around an
hour, giving her mother $200 for the privilege.

Mandy finally admitted that Janice had drawn the
short straw after she had refused.  The bruise on
her cheek and a couple of others had come during
the wait for the guy to get done with Janice --
that she would have, and had been the one sold on
a different day.

At that, I checked all three girls, none of them
had hymens. Surprisingly, none of them cringed or
protested as I laid them on the bed, spread their
legs and pussy lips and peered in with a
flashlight.  I took more pictures, wondering how I
might use them without getting charged with child
porn. 

They willingly accepted hugs and short backrubs as
I finished each one of them.

Jodie, mid four year old, was a definite blond
when cleaned up, with classic blue eyes. 28
pounds, a little over 3 three feet tall.  A wide
face with somewhat bulging eyes, a quite wide nose
and mouth, and little chin at all left her with a
face that might make one look away to avoid
staring. Blond frog was the first impression that came
to mind. Only about a quarter inch of her pussy
slit showed when she was standing.

I dressed them in clean newer t-shirts from my
drawer, and the socks from earlier.  They sat with
me while I combed tangles out of their hair, soon
they started drooping, I fixed them a snack and
put them back to bed.

I examined their clothes, cheap and well worn, but
usable for now, then started a load of washing
with their clothes, the wad of sodden towels from
the bathtub last night and enough of mine to make
a full load.  I should have started it last night
or the very first thing when I got up, I was fully
expecting the power and/or phone to go out at any
time -- somewhat surprised that they had lasted
this long.  While I still had phone, I called the
emergency room again.  The Dr. seemed to feel that
the girls were doing as well as could be expected
and that food, warmth and rest would soon see them
right.

I geared up and went outside and made a circle
around the house. The wind and drifts made it a
bit of a challenge -- I had some quite impressive
drifts, but everything seemed to be doing fine for
now.

My house was pretty high tech, optimized for the
climate.  A steep enameled steel roof, extreme
insulation, and triple glaze windows, towards the
small side except one in the living room that gave
a view out over the valley (when visibility was
above 10 feet that is).  Primary heat and air
conditioning was a heat pump with condensing
propane backup.  Water heater, clothes dryer and
kitchen range were all propane, along with a pair
of RV Honda Generators that ran on propane as
well.  I had a 500 gallon tank that I kept topped
off to at least 3/4 during the winter months.
Inside I had four 8D batteries on floating charge
with a heavy duty charger built into the
generators.  All the lights in the house but two
were cold cathode fluorescent running on 12 volts
along with the furnace fan.  The two were 110
incandescent.  When the power went off, I would
disconnect everything in the house but them from
the power line, then turn them on as indicators
for power line status.  House water was from a
well with a pump within the capabilities of the
generator, two large bladder pressure tanks would
give water for a number of hours between refills
if we used care.  A wood stove was backup heat in
case something went wrong with the main furnace.

I had gotten the house as a real bargain -- some
furriners (Lowlanders from out of state), eco-nuts
with lots of money, had built it.  They were smart
enough to follow local advice on the design, but
weren't psychologically prepared for our winters.
They got unlucky and had been snowed in for three
weeks their first winter, I purchased the property
the week after the roads opened for about 25 cents
on the dollar.  At that point, I had a large cash
down payment available and could raise the rest
quickly, they had put all their assets into the
house so they had little liquidity, and they
wanted out real bad.

Inside I checked email, and a couple of blogs I
follow, I had a satellite link, I was a database
and Unix consultant and a fair percentage of my
work was done remotely.

I started a record of what I knew about the girls,
when they woke I would start working on Mandy to
find out more about them -- find relatives since
it seemed quite doubtful that their mother had
survived the night.  That finished, I checked out
the generators, started them up and let them run
long enough to warm up thoroughly, verified that I
knew where the hookups were and that they were
ready.  Chance were good that when I needed it I
would be doing this in the dark.

Around 11:30 I woke the girls.  We prepared and
ate lunch.  Their clothes were dry, but they chose
to keep my shirts and socks for now.  For the time
being, indoors with the furnace running, there
seemed little point in overruling them.  Their
clothes were nowhere sufficient for outdoor wear
in this kind of weather anyway.  Thinking about
that, I called some of my neighbors who had kids
about that size.  In a few minutes I had the
promise of loans or gifts of outgrown weather
clothes for the girls.  If it came necessary to
take them out before the roads were plowed I could
make a run with the my snowmobile and fetch the
clothes.

After lunch I made an attempt to find out more
about them.  The woman, Sandra Heyward, wasn't
Mandy's birth mother, hers had died several years
ago and she wound up living with the woman who had
been a roommate at the time.  I got the impression
that they had been 'special' friends, but didn't
push it.  As I suspected, Janis and Jodie didn't
share a father -- none of them had any notion of
who their fathers might have been nor where they
were now.

Mandy had no idea who or where her grandparents
might be, she didn't even remember what her
mothers last name had been.  She did know that the
younger girl's grandmother had died the year
before.  No notion if a acknowledged grandfather
existed or not.

They had been living in a city 250 miles to the
east and were in the process of moving to the
southwest when Sandra had gotten lost, then stuck,
then almost certainly dead.  She didn't even have
an idea of which city or state she had been born,
this was the fourth move of several hundred miles
that she could remember along with numerous
shorter moves.

All three of them seemed to think it noteworthy
that I had fed them three times already, bathed
them twice, and hadn't hit them once, or even
yelled at them yet.

As I talked to them, I brushed their hair some
more.  They were in sad need of haircuts, but that
was an issue that could easily wait till the roads
were clear.  I trimmed a little bit of the worst
and left the rest for professionals.

During the late afternoon I spent a while outside
clearing snow away from the doors.  I had one door
that opened in and was in a sheltered corner.
With that and the windows I should always be able
to get out even if some of the doors were drifted
shut.

A little after four, the power went out. The phone
still worked so I reported the outage, as
expected, there was no estimate of which day
service might be restored.

The storm still being in full swing, I went around
the house switching over to emergency power as
needed and started a fire in the wood stove.  I
secured the flush handle on the toilet, being well
aware that it was very easy to flush by habit.
From now until the power was restored, we would
only flush after someone had shit, and would try
to group the shits as much as was convenient.  I
could and would start the generator to refill the
pressure tanks, but wanted to minimize this as
much as I could.

The girls were quite impressed at heat by fire,
they had never seen a wood stove used before.  To
me it wasn't a big deal, I lighted a fire fairly
often because I enjoyed the heat gradient in the
house.  I fixed then a late afternoon snack,
looking at their ribs I planned to feed them as
much as they would eat five or six times a day
till they filled out a little.

I then put the contents of the refrigerator into
ice chests and put the chests in the garage.  The
deep freeze was already out there, the temp was
well below freezing and I would power it anytime
the generator was running.  The challenge would be
to keep the food in the ice chests from freezing,
not to keep it cool enough to store.  I would have
to monitor the inside temps of the ice chests and
move them back inside part of the time to warm.

I started a pot of stew for supper. I could cook
it on the wood stove as an excuse for keeping the
fire running.  With that thought in mind, I
started a soup for tomorrow.  I had tried a dutch
oven bake a few times, it worked, sort of -- I
suspected that my recipes and skills were not
optimum for the purpose. 

I checked, the temperature had come up a bit, and
the wind had eased up, but now the snow was
falling heavily -- it was hard to tell but I would
estimate a total of well over three feet so far.

I hunted up a copy of 'Winnie the Pooh' from a
time when my sister's kids had stayed for a week
then sat in the recliner and at my invitation, the
three girls joined me.  They had not yet met the
denizens of the hundred acre wood, a snuggly hour
passed quickly.  

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Chapter 3 -- the evening of the first day.

Around seven I fired up the generator and refilled
the water tanks.  While it was up I fired up the
computer and satellite to check the weather.  Not
surprisingly, the current storm had slowed down
it's movement and the one following was building
up.  Another two feet or more of snow was
predicted for the area.

A little after eight we had stew and apples.  I
put the remainder out in the garage to build on
tomorrow along with the soup, filled the stove and
banked the fire then set my alarm for 1AM for a
house check, and we went to bed.  With no
electric blanket tonight I put three additional
blankets on the bed.

The alarm woke me, a bit sweaty, I had
underestimated the heat generated by three kids.
I got up and checked the condition of the house
and surroundings, Mandy came out as I finished.
I was just wearing my underwear shorts, letting
myself cool down a bit before going back to bed.

"Hi kid", I held out an arm in invitation, she
crawled into my lap. "Why are you up instead of in
bed?"

"I woke up and you were gone.  I came to see what
you were doing."

"Checking the house.  In this kind of weather
there are a few things that could go wrong that I
might need to deal with immediately."

A long pause.  "Is Sandy dead?"

I hesitated, "Quite probably.  We can't be certain
till she shows up somewhere or someone finds her
body. That may not be until spring or may never
happen."

Another long pause, "What'cha gonna do with us?"

"I assume you mean after the storm is over and
the roads clear?"

She nodded.

"I hadn't really given that much thought.  What do
you want to do?"

"Can we stay with you?"

That one I had considered.  The chances of a
single older guy getting approval looked slim.  On
the other hand, these kids had no other relatives
so far as I knew.  I had contacts with people who
knew people who could furnish documents for non
standard purposes.  So far just speculation, till
Mandy brought it up I wasn't at all sure they
would want to.

I thought for a couple of minutes before answering
her, "You *may* stay, although there will be
conditions.  I'm not sure if you *can* stay, the
social workers may take you away.  I have a couple
of ideas, but it may not work out."

"What kind of conditions?", she asked, "You want
to fuck us?  Jodie's too little yet, but she sucks
real good."

I paused, trying to figure out how to deal with
this.  It wasn't unexpected, they had been whored
out for the last two years if not longer, probably
most of their lives that they could remember.  It
wasn't at all surprising that Mandy was making an
offer of the only currency that she was aware she
had.

On the other hand, her question had made me very
aware that I was holding a sexually active nine
year old girl wearing only one of my t-shirts,
cupping her bare bottom with one hand and I was
wearing a pair of cotton briefs.  The thought
started my cock hardening against Mandy's leg.

Since that thought was all too obvious to her, I
spoke the other thought out loud.

"One of the conditions I spoke of is that you
never use your pussies to pay me for anything.

I don't want whores living with me."

"But we are whores.", she wailed. "Sandy called us
that all the time. You hate us then."  she pulled
away from me.

I pulled her back into my lap and turned her so I
could look her straight in the eyes.  "You *Were*
whores.  If you stay with me, you are forbidden to
be whores.  And I don't hate you for what you were
forced to do, I hate Sandy for being your pimp
and forcing you to be whores.  I don't want
whores, You can be daughters if you want to be.  I
may accept you as lovers.

In other words, you never need to do any sex stuff
with me to get me to let you stay."

"You want to fuck me", she broke in, grasping my
cock through my shorts and giving it a couple of
strokes.

"I do", I admitted, taking her hand off my cock and
putting it back in her lap.  "With that sticking
up it would be silly to try to tell you that I
don't.

On the other hand, it really does disgust me to
think of you using your pussy to pay me to feed
you, clothe you and give you a bed."

She looked at me in (fear?) that she had made a
mistake. "You think I'm disgusting."  She started
crying. 

I hugged her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead,
"No Mandy, that came out wrong.  You don't disgust
me.  It's the thought of you using your bodies,
your pussies, to pay for stuff that's disgusting.

Worse that the person who was supposed to be
taking care of you was selling you, at a guess,
to buy booze and drugs."

Mandy nodded, her face pressed to my chest.

I thought for a moment.  "Would you accept this --
 You can stay as my daughters if I can figure out
a way to do it.

If I decide that you are trying to use your
pussies or mouths to pay for staying with me, or
to pay for anything else, I will spank you and
force you to sleep in those beds up there."  I
pointed to the guest rooms they had turned down
last night.

If you want to do something like that to pay me,
rub my back and brush my hair."

I spent a minute or so rubbing her back up under
her shirt in demonstration, using just the tips of
a few fingers, touching lightly and moving slowly.

"I love that and can accept that as a payment.

I won't promise to use a real big stick to keep
you out of my bed -- unless you seem to be trying
to use sex to pay me.  Then the stick will get
much bigger and I will swing it much harder."

"K", against my chest.

"Spose we should go back to bed then?  It's nearly
two"

"K."

She slid off my lap, pulling the shirt up and
flashing her pussy.  I let it go, but suspected it
wasn't completely accidental.

I removed one of the extra blankets and we got
back in bed.  She lay by my back and the last
thing I remembered was the feel of small fingers
gently moving around on my back.

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Chapter 4 -- the second morning

I woke again around seven.  I was comfortable,
neither hot nor chilly.  I checked the outside of
the outside girls, they felt warm enough.  The
room was chilled but not frigid.  In a few minutes
I got up and lit a fire for the morning, then used
the bathroom.  With the power out, I planned to
bathe every two or three days.  I doubted that the
girls would find this objectionable, unless
bathing that often was a problem.  I was pretty
sure that daily bathing hadn't been a part of
their normal routine.

I got the soup and stew out of the garage and put
them back on the stove.  I added meat and water to
the stew, when the girls got up I would start them
on learning to cook by having them prepare
potatoes and onions for the stew, that and a sack
of frozen mixed vegetables would make a quite
edible mix.

The fixer contact I had thought of last night
lived a timezone east so I called. I had dealt
with him in the past and I had a useful working
relationship with him, both as a customer and a
supplier of services.  A bit of a delicate feeling
out and he seemed willing to help.  I told him the
relevant parts of the story and gave him the info
from the car registration and insurance. I told
him of my idea to get documents that said that
Sandra had planned to leave the girls with me with
a power of attorney or guardianship.

He asked about their nominal parent.  I told him
that at this point, the only plausible scenario
that left her alive would be that she caught a
ride out of the valley, then didn't call in the
wreck when they got to a town. That would leave
her open to charges of abandonment and attempted
murder on top of pimping them out as whores. The
alternate route out the valley was such that
finding her in a vehicle when the roads were
cleared wasn't impossible.  Dead of course.

He suggested I call back late that afternoon. I
explained the circumstances, and the possibility
that the call back might be delayed.  I got an
email address as a second method of communication,
and gave him mine.

A while after eight, the girls appeared.  I
brushed hair and fixed breakfast.  Apparently
Mandy had talked with the other two, at least one
of them would rub my back every time I stopped
anyplace for long, and my hair got very well
brushed.

I thanked them and returned the favor when the
opportunity presented itself.

We did dishes, by hand of course, and other
housework for a couple of hours.  I dressed and
went to check the outside.  Everything was
nominal, some light damage, nothing unexpected.
The wind was back up and visibility was only a few
feet.  Not a problem since I knew my yard
intimately, but I certainly wouldn't have wanted
to try to go far.  A GPS on the snowmobile would
probably have gotten me to the neighbors, but I
would have had to be desperate to try it.

When I came back in, the girls were quite
impressed by the snow crusted on my clothes.

I figured that since I was going to attempt to
keep them, I just as well get started on
schooling.  First off was to get some idea of
the education status of Mandy and Janice.  I fired
up the generator for a while, flushed the toilet
and refilled the water tanks and got online.  

The weather seemed to be following the expected
pattern, it looked as if it might be four more
days before the storm broke more than briefly,
then at least an additional three before the roads
to this valley would be cleared.

I found some tests, both IQ and placement that
looked as if they might be useful, I had to pay
for some of them, but not an important amount.  I
downloaded and printed them, checked email and
replied as necessary.  

One of them was from the fixer, he had found a
supplier that he recommended.  Price would be
$7500 for papers and lawyer work, but he expected
quality work, the supplier worked in this state
and knew the ropes.

I called the girls over and explained what I was
attempting.

"I have a contact that says he can supply papers
that say that Sandy was planning to leave you with
me.  They will say that she was a distant cousin
who managed to track me down, and planned to dump
you on me.  If I pay for them, we will have a
power of attorney and a signed agreement
transferring guardianship to me.  You would become
my foster daughters, perhaps adopted daughters.

Do you want me to do this?"

"You'd be our daddy?", asked Janice.

"If it works", I agreed.  "It may not."

"You said 'conditions' last night", said Mandy, a
bit suspiciously.  "What conditions?"

"Like I said last night, no pussy payment. You
never, ever try to pay me for being your daddy with
your pussies."

"Does that mean that you won't ever fuck us?",
asked Mandy.  "Some of the nice guys make it feel
real good."

"Maybe.  If you convince me that you want to, and
never make me think you are doing it because you
think you have to.  

You might be able to fool me occasionally, but if
you are lying to me, I will figure it out pretty
soon.  And about that kind of lying, I will be
angry with you.

"K, what else?"

"Don't lie to me.  You are permitted to tell me
that you don't want to answer, but don't lie.

Don't steal from me, or anyone else.

Don't break or otherwise ruin my stuff on purpose.

Go to school and try hard.", I replied.

"We ain't no good in school.  Sandy moved us
around a lot", she protested.

"I don't expect you to know much at the start, I
expect you to make a real effort to learn to do a
little better each week.  I don't expect you to be
perfect, I just expect you to try, really try,
most of the time."

Mandy thought for a few minutes, "Sounds like the
best deal we're likely to get.  OK."  She held out
her hand.  

I took it but didn't shake it yet.

"Alright then, each of you -- No pussy pay, you
never, ever do sex stuff with me because you think
I want you to, but you don't want to. -- clear
Mandy?", I looked her straight in the eye.

"Yessir", she looked straight back at me.

"Clear Janice?", transferring my attention to her.

"Yessir", copying her older sister.

Then to Jodie, "Promise never to do sex stuff
because they", indicating the other two girls,
"tell you to, or because you think you need to for
me to like you.  Only do it if *you* want to.
OK?"

"I promise", she said to me.

Then back to Mandy.  "Don't lie to me.  You may
tell me you won't answer.  

In return I will pledge not to lie to you.  I may
tell you I won't answer, I will be wrong
sometimes, but I won't lie.

Is that clear and do you agree?"

"Yessir", from Mandy.
"Yessir", from Janice
"Yessir", from Jodie.  

To Mandy once more, "Don't steal from me or anyone
else, in other words, don't take stuff you know
you shouldn't.

Clear, and do you agree?"

"Yessir", from Mandy.
"Yessir", from Janice
"Yessir", from Jodie.  

"Don't break my stuff on purpose, or anyone else's
stuff for that matter.

Clear?"

"Yessir", from Mandy.
"Yessir", from Janice
"Yessir", from Jodie.  

"Make an honest effort to learn in school.

Clear?"

"Yessir", from Mandy.
"Yessir", from Janice
"Yessir", from Jodie.  

I wasn't real confident that Jodie really
understood what she was agreeing to, but for this
purpose, Mandy was the important one.  The other
two would follow her lead.


"You really want to be my kids then?

You're sure?"

"Yes daddy!", from Mandy.
"Yes daddy!", from Janice.
"Yes daddy!", from Jodie.

I held out my arms and they all three dove into
them.  "I can't promise, but I will do my best."

I cuddled with them for a few more minutes then
placed the call.
 
I made a counter offer. I would pay $9000 on a
contingent basis -- no payment if I didn't get to
keep the girls. 

He hemmed and hawed a bit, then got the
subcontractor on conference, we agreed on a $2k
non refundable down payment with a $6.5k
contingency and I made a paypall transfer.

Another meal and I sat the three girls down with
the tests.

Mandy was quite concerned that she wouldn't do
well and I would be mad about it.  I finally
convinced her that these tests were just to find
out how much they knew.  That there was no pass or
fail.

"Mandy", I finally told her, "Do you know what
'One' means and 'Two' means?"

"Uh huh", she nodded.

"What's one plus two?"

"Three"

"What's sin(x)dx integrated over the interval
0 to pi/3?"

"What??"

"Integration is fairly high level math, single
digit addition is very low level math.  I just
learned that your math skills are somewhere in
between.  Not at all unexpected. Now we need to
narrow the gap a bit.

The tests will help me judge what you know in more
detail so I can start teaching you from there.
Not too easy, not too hard.  I don't expect you
a whole lot, I just need to know how much
math you do know."  I could see her get it and she
turned back to the tests with a more positive
attitude.

All three of them tested fairly bright on the IQ
tests and abysmal on the placement tests --
well Mandy and Janice placed very low, it didn't
really apply to Jodie.

Armed with that information I went back on line
and found some home school materials that seemed
appropriate that could be purchased on line and
downloaded.

I set them to work on their studies, made a check
on the storm and house, then fixed dinner.

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Chapter 5 -- the second evening 

The storm was now predicted to last four more
days.  That would leave us with at least a week
till we could get out.  Phone still worked, not
quite as surprising as I had been thinking, most
of it was underground.  A few calls to my
neighbors found them in good condition, they too
were prepared for this kind of conditions.

The girls did another 30 minute session on
studies.  I praised them for their diligence.
This seemed to confuse Mandy and Janice.  A bit of
discussion and I found that they didn't remember
any other time that they had been praised for
anything.  They were further confused by my hugs
and tears, my attempt at explanation didn't lessen
the confusion.

We retired to my chair for another few chapters of
Pooh.  Mandy inquired where the TV was, further
confusion ensued, she and Janice seemed unable to
grasp that I had no TV nor did I want one.

Around 8:30 I gave them a snack and put them to
bed.  As a further oddity, I tucked them in and
kissed them goodnight, telling them that I was
going to read for a while and would be in later.

Around 10:30 I made a check on the house and went
to bed.  I got in between Janice and Jodie.
Janice woke up a bit and rubbed my back.  She went
back to sleep before I did.

**********************************************

Chapter 6 -- the third morning

A check of the house showed everything nominal as
had the midnight check.  I fired up the generator
and we had a shower.

The girls insisted on taking one with me so I
could wash them, I did with only a bit of
lingering on their pussies and nipples.  They
washed me, about the time I came to full erection,
I made them stop washing my cock, my back and hair
got *very* though washing.  We spent a similar
amount of time drying each other and brushing
hair.  By now their hair was tangle free and shone
when I finished brushing it dry.

Breakfast, then a session of school, chores, snack
and another school session took up the morning.
Mandy and Janice could work somewhat
independently, most of what Jodie was doing
required interaction with me.  

After lunch they were drooping a bit, I put them
to bed for a nap.  Mandy protested, I told her
that if she would lay quietly for 10 minutes she
could get up again and come out and sit with me.

I went on line to a computer outlet, studied
possibilities a bit then called a computer guy I
dealt with frequently.  A bit of discussion and I
placed an order for three netbooks and enough
other stuff to make a small home network.  I
drop-shipped them to him for configuration, then
he would forward it to be waiting when we managed
to get to town.

Despite her protests earlier, Mandy was quite
absent from my lap as I finished.  While they
slept, I made a quick tour of the outside -- storm
was nominal, nothing unexpected.

I read for an hour then Mandy wandered out.  I
held out an arm, she crawled into my lap.  "Good
afternoon, Sleeping Beauty", I greeted her.  "You
must have needed a nap after all."

She mumbled something I didn't quite catch.  I
laughed at her a little.  She sat there quietly as
I read for another fifteen minutes then I sent her
to wake her sisters for a snack, then more
lessons.

***************************************************

Chapter 7 -- the third evening.

By after supper the storm had picked up
considerably.  The wind was making the house
shake enough to feel, and the noise level even
with all the insulation was a bit intrusive.  

I had the girls do another 30 minute session of
school then we sat and read for a little while.
The wind noise cut that short, so I got out a deck
of cards and taught them to play 'Go Fish'.  Mandy
and Janice caught on fairly quickly, Jodie and I
played as a team, her on my lap.  

Near nine, I put them to bed, by now Mandy and
Janice where able to brush their teeth without
direct supervision. I tucked them in and kissed
them, when I started to leave Janice protested
that the wind noises were scary.  A bit of
discussion and I fetched my book and lay down with
them.  I was laying on my side with Jodie in front
of me and the other two behind me, one of them
rubbing my back. I made a note to speak to them a
bit further on the subject, that back rubs were a
privilege for me, not a right.

I lay there reading and felt Jodie wiggling a
little in a rhythmic fashion. I raised the covers
to look, she had her shirt pulled up and one hand
with a finger in her slit.  She flinched when I
looked and snatched her hand away. I gently put it
back and asked, "Does that feel good when you rub
yourself?"

She started to rub again, slowly and nodded.

Watching her, my cock sprang to full attention,
tenting my shorts above her leg.  I hesitated a
moment then gave in to temptation.  "May I help?",
reaching a hand down to her thigh, and moving it
slowly up the inner surface towards her crotch.
She nodded, then as my hand bumped against hers,
moved her hand to give me access.

I moved her up on the pillow so I could reach her
face to kiss, then started caressing her pussy
slowly and gently, and kissed her on the nose,
then the lips.  She raised her face up to me and
returned the kiss and spread her legs a little as
I reached down towards her vagina.  I worked the
tip of my finger into her opening a little ways
then took the moisture up her slit and circled her
clit several laps.  I repeated the process several
times, each time going a bit deeper into her fuck
tube.  She started thrusting her hips as I
caressed and kissed her, I continued for a couple
of minutes then rolled out of bed and went into
the bathroom. I picked up my electric toothbrush
and rinsed the bristles thourghly, then returned.
My bed was much higher than normal, high enough to
be just below the level of my cock.  I laid the
toothbrush on the nightstand and turned Jodie so
her feet were hanging off the edge of the bed.  I
bent and kissed her on the lips then down her
chest and licked and sucked her nipples for a
moment.  She flinched at first when I touched
them, then arched her back and push her chest
towards my mouth.  I lingered there for a moment
then moved on down her stomach, across her belly
button and gave a slurp up her slit.  She froze
for a moment then started thrusting her pelvis
against my mouth as I licked her.  I spread her
legs wide and inserted the tip of a finger into
her vagina.  As I licked, her pelvic thrusts
worked my finger deeper and deeper into her
vagina, shortly my hand bumped against her ass.  

I continued for a couple of minutes, she seemed to
be tiring and wasn't getting off so I took the
toothbrush, turned it on, then moved my mouth out
of the way and pressed the back of the brush
against her clit.  She squealed, arched her back
so her torso was clear of the bed from her thighs
to her shoulders and froze for a moment.  I felt
her pussy muscles milk my finger for a few seconds
then she collapsed.

I stood and looked at Mandy and Janice.  They were
watching and the covers were moving at their
crotches, I lifted the covers and saw them playing
with themselves.  Mandy blushed but didn't miss a
stroke, Janice didn't blush.

I turned my attention back to Jodie.  I pulled her
towards me so her hips where at the edge of the
bed.  I took the head of my cock and rubbed it
down her wet pussy slit to her vagina then bent to
kiss her.  I kissed her for a moment, she
returned with enthusiasm, then I stood so I could
see her pussy, held her by one leg so I was pushed
snugly against her entrance, the head of my cock
almost out of sight between her labia, and started
stroking my cock for serious.  Jodie started
thrusting her pelvis against me in time to my
strokes, about 15 seconds and I started cumming
into her fuck tube.  As I stiffened and pressed
against her, she too froze for a few seconds, I
thought I could feel her cumming again.

As we came down, I stood there for a moment longer
as my cum oozed out and into her hole, then went
back to the bathroom, first for a towel to put
under her, then a wash cloth to wipe up the
external slime.

"I thought you said you wouldn't fuck us", said
Mandy as I cleaned up Jodie.

"That's not quite what I said", I replied.  "I
told you that I wouldn't accept sex as pay for
letting you stay.  If Jodie was playing with
herself in order to get me to fuck her so I would
want you to stay -- well if she can be that
sneaky about manipulating me, I just as well give
up now."

Mandy giggled at that.

"Besides, I was making love to her, not fucking
her."

Mandy nodded, "She's too little to fuck yet."

"That's not the important part.  I mostly did it
to make her feel good, I waited till the very end
to do things that made me cum -- and I could have
skipped that part."

Mandy nodded, "Will you do that to me, that looked
real good?"

I kissed her briefly, "Not tonight love."

"Why not?"

"Three reasons", I answered. "Jodie deserves to have
the after sex kisses and cuddles, and I'm an old
man for this task.  I won't be able to cum again
for a few hours.

I won't do it *to* you, I would do it *with* you.

Tomorrow night you and Janice can play rock,
paper, scissors to decide who gets a turn and I
will make love with one of you -- if you really
want me to."

That got me kissed by both the older girls, I
turned my attention back to Jodie.  I carried her
to the bathroom and had her pee, then wiped her up
again.  We went back to bed, I placed her on the
outside, with my back to Janice and Mandy.  I
kissed Jodie for a little longer then turned her
on her stomach and gently rubbed her back while
one of the other girls rubbed mine. Jodie dropped
of to sleep quickly, I followed, my last memory
was of soft fingers moving across my back.

************************************************

Chapter 8 -- the fourth morning.

I awoke to wind noise and house shaking.  If
anything, it seemed worse than when we went to bed
last night.  Looking out the windows, visibility
was feet, and all snow movement was horizontal.  A
check of the weather forecast suggested winds
above 70mph with heavy snow.  Temps were up, mid
twenties which was normal for heavy snow.  A break
in the storm looked possible for tomorrow
afternoon.

A check of the house found no problems.
Breakfast, lessons, snack, lessons and lunch went
by without incident.  After lunch I put the girls
down for a nap again and spent a couple of hours
on line getting some work done.  The weather made
my connection a bit slow, I expected that the dish
was wobbling enough to matter.  It got by though
and I got a useful amount done.  

As before, Mandy came out before the other girls.
She stood by me and watched me work, rubbing my
shoulders and neck.

In a little while she got into my lap.  I sent her
after the book I was reading and switched
the computer to a website that had reading
material suitable for her level.  I was sitting
there with my arm around her and my hand on her
thigh.  She reached down and moved my hand under
the shirttail and against her pussy.  I warred
with my conscience for a moment then decided to see
where she wanted to go with it.  I gently caressed
her as I read, in a few moments she pushed my hand
more firmly against her pussy.  I complied and
started rubbing in a circular motion on the area
of her clit with three fingers, holding enough
pressure that my fingers didn't slip on her skin.

Her breathing deepened and she soon lost interest
in what she had been reading.  I laid my book
aside as well and reached my other hand up under
her shirt and caressed her nipples.  I fondled her
for a moment then pulled my hand out and tipped
her face up for a kiss.  She kissed me back with
quite a lot of enthusiasm, and somewhat less
skill.

A few minutes longer and she started thrusting
her hips against my hand.  I continued for a
little longer then stood and carried her to the
couch.  I stood her on her feet for a moment and
peeled the t-shirt off, laid it on the couch then
laid her on the t-shirt where it would catch
drips.  

I tried my middle finger in the entrance to her
vagina -- it was somewhat wet but there was quite
a bit of friction as I pressed.  I removed it and
licked her thouroughly, getting extra spit into her
slit as I licked.  I moved the focus of my tongue
up towards her clit and tried my finger again.
With the extra lube it slid in easily and she
started pelvic thrusts with more force.  Another
minute and she arched her back so she was
supported by heels and shoulders and let out a
long 'OOOoooohhhhh'.  She held the bridge for
several seconds after she ran out of breath then
collapsed. 

After a moment I stood on somewhat shaky legs,
picked her up and went to my recliner.  We cuddled
and kissed while I caressed her for a couple of
minutes.

"That was wunnerful.  What did you do to me?", she
asked after a bit.

"I gave you a good cum.  That's how good sex
should work, although you may not always cum that
good", I answered.

"But that wasn't sex -- you didn't fuck me", she
protested.

"Former president Clinton would agree with you.  I
don't", I replied.

"I made love with you.  What we did was certainly
sex, but did not include fucking this time."

She lay there on my lap, snuggling for a couple of
minutes, then started stroking my partially erect
cock. Which very quickly lost the status of
'partially'.

"Can we fuck now, you're hard", she asked
hopefully.

"Can't", I told her.  "I have too many clothes
on."

It was fortunate that my clothes were fairly new
and sturdy.  At that, one of the shirt buttons
lost the battle.

When she got me stripped, I sent her to the
bathroom for some Vaseline and towels.  I had her
put some on the end of my cock and down the shaft,
I coated the entrance to her vagina with a
generous layer.

I lay back in the recliner and picked her up and
sat her on the head of my cock.  With the
vasilene, I slid into her freely.  In a moment she
was sitting on my pelvis with my pubic hair
pressed against her clit.

Unfortunatly, I didn't last long enough for her to
get off again.  The sight of her bald pussy
surrounding my cock, the smell of her preteen
arousal and the time I had already spent
masturbating, licking and finger fucking her set
me off in less than a minute.

As I started to cum and thrust up into her I told
her to rub herself.  It took a moment for her to
get the idea, then she started frigging herself
hard.  I think she had a small cum as I relaxed in
the chair.  

We lay there for a few minutes, cuddling and
rubbing her back as our breathing slowed.  After a
bit I sent her to wake her sisters, and I started
the generator so we could have a long shower.

I fed them and we worked on a lesson session,
Mandy claimed a spot on my lap for after sex
cuddles, I allowed as how that sounded reasonable.

Janice protested a bit, but when I pointed out
that she was next in line for this evening decided
that was good enough.

**************************************************

Chapter 9 The fourth evening

Along late in the afternoon I checked the weather
again.  It still looked like there would be a
break in the storm from sometime in the morning
till late afternoon.  

I called Hiram.  

"Everything's going fine here.  The kids are
showing no problems from being near froze and no
significant storm damage."

"The weather forecast seems to show a break in the
storm midday tomorrow.  I was wondering if I could
borrow or rent your boys and their sleds for a
while if the weather looks good enough.?"

"I see, getting a little restless are they -- well
I can hardly see fit to accept money from you and
get an errand run besides.

I called around a couple of days ago.  Martha and
Ginger (two of the neighboring moms with small
girls) offered some outdoor clothes for the girls
till I can get to town.  If your boys could pick
them up and deliver them, I would be most
grateful.  I'd rather not have to take them
outside, even in my rig, without clothes to get by
in the cold and snow."

"That would be very nice -- again, caution them
that this mission isn't worth any risk -- if the
weather and terrain aren't good enough, the
clothes can wait till the roads are plowed."

"See them tomorrow then, maybe.  Have them check
in by cell when they start this way please."

"Thanks, and goodnight."

I turned to the girls, "Looks like we may get you
some clothes to wear tomorrow.  I asked a few days
ago and some of the neighbor ladies offered
outgrown clothes from their kids till we can get
to town and I buy you some new ones."


I called Martha.  She asked and I measured the
girls, giving her the numbers over the phone.  She
said she would call around and see what else she
could find, then let Hiram's boys know what stops
to make.

"Then a completely different question Martha --
what do you do for school during these storms?"

"Partly vacation, partly home school, and partly
work over the Internet with the rest of the
class", she answered.

"Guess I'll be calling Shirley next then.  It looks
like I may be a parent again.  Some papers in the
car seem to show that their mother was going to
leave them with me anyway."

That statement took another fifteen minutes on the
phone to no real purpose except maintaining good
relations with my neighbours.  In this kind of
community, a most worthwhile use of my time.

I called the local teacher.  Up till now I hadn't
really paid much attention to the school and how
it worked.  I knew that there was a single teacher
with 10-15 kids, depending on which year.  It was
k-12, I learned later that the upper grades were
supplimented with on line classes. The community
had gatherings several times a year that I
attended sometimes.

I knew her name was Shirley Jones, a local
grandmother with skills and willingness to teach.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Jones, this is Will
Thompson."

"Well, since I was addressing you in your capacity
as Principal of Smith Valley Grade School, I
thought I should show proper respect for the
office.

"Well, you just might have a leetle more trouble
with that than when I was eight, but perhaps I
shouldn't risk it anyway."

"Well Shirley, don't know how much you have kept
up on local gossip, but I have three girls staying
with me.  It looks like they may stay longer than
just till the roads open up.  And one way or
another, school work seems like a useful way to
spend the time."

"Nine, seven and 4-1/2.  They've been living rough
and the testing I was able to get online suggests
that Mandy, the oldest, is low second grade, Julie
the middle is mid first grade and Jodie doesn't
really count since she wouldn't have been in
school anyway."

"I was hoping to get guidance for how to get them
going.  Perhaps have them spend at least some of
the school time with you, and continue to
home school them as seemed useful."

Another 15 minutes on the phone, then we set up a
video conference.  The available bandwidth would
only allow about 5 frames per minute but
reasonable audio quality.  After the first part of
the session, she was working with the girls on
computer stuff anyway, so the frame rate didn't
matter any more.

Shirley spend an hour with the girls.  At the end
we were scheduled for the two hour morning online
school session.  She figured it would be a week or
so after the weather broke and she could have face
to face contact, to really evaluate where they
were and what they would need.  By then I would
have a much better feel for whether they would be
permenant residents in my household.

We closed down the session, I shut down the system
and we prepared a quick supper.

As expected, the snow was easing up, winds were
dropping and the temperature was falling.  The
outside temperature was well below zero.  I
dressed up and checked things outside.  Some of
the drifts were very impressive -- I made plans to
come back out with a camera in the daylight
tomorrow.

That evening Janice camped on my lap after
supper.  She unbuttoned my shirt and played with
my chest hair and nipples, interspersed with
little kisses at irregular intervals.  She had
apparently talked with Mandy because my hand was
soon guided under the hem of her shirt and onto
her pussy.  When we went to bed, she removed my
shorts and her shirt before we got in.

After I licked her to an orgasm with a boost from
the electric toothbrush we cuddled for a while,
then I greased her and she greased me.  I feared I
might be bigger that she could take without
significant pain, so I lay on my back and had her
sit on my cock.  That way she would have full
control of how far and how fast.  Her opening was
much tighter than Mandy's had been.  I had her
press down, then raise up till the pressure was
off and repeat.  It took several repetitions, but
she got the head of my cock through her entrance.

With the afternoon session with Mandy behind me I
lasted much longer for Janice.  With the aid of
the toothbrush she came twice before I did, then
again without the toothbrush when I started
squirting cum into her welcoming body.

I had Mandy fetch a towel, then scooted over a
little onto it with Janice still impaled on my
cock.  We went to sleep with Janice on top of me
and the other two pressed against either side.

I woke a while later and rolled onto my side,
leaving Janice cradled in the curve of an arm.
She didn't really wake, just snuggled against my
chest and I went back to sleep.

*******************************************************

Chapter 10 -- the sixth morning.


When I checked I had an email from the lawyer.  A
call to him laid out the plans.  The publicly
acknowledged part of them would follow by email,
but some parts were verbal only.

We discussed probable timing for when I might be
able to get to town again.  He promised a FedEx
document package would be waiting at the drop
service in town.  Among other papers I would find
an envelope, a bit water stained and wrinkled.
Mandy was to take it from the stack and give it to
me.  That way I could say without lying that Mandy
gave it to me after I found them in the car in the
ditch.

I was to show it to the authorities, but try very
hard to retain posession.  He would be filing
court papers with the story that I had scanned the
guardina ship papers and emailed them to him.

I got connected to the school session and helped
introduce the girls around 9:00.  After that I
kept an eye on the school connection but let
Shirley handle things.

By 9:30 we had a bit of sunshine and winds were
light.  Temps were still well below zero and
Hiram's boys were reported to be off to collect
clothes for the girls.  Apparently boredom was a
problem for most of the folk because another of
the local teens soon had a web page up giving
nearly live coverage of their progress.  The two
kids had high-end cell phones that could be
configured to send in current gps location and the
page quickly grew quite a comment session.
Admittedly a large fraction of the comments were
off topic.  

I insisted that the girls wear their panties for
the visit.  I didn't insist that they wear the
rest of the clothes I had found them in -- they
chose to wear some of my t-shirts, this time Mandy
and Janice went through the drawer and chose
colors and writing.

Around noon I heard the sleds make the turn onto
my lane.  I went outside in time to see them
cresting the last drift.  They shut down the
sleds, grabbed some quite impressively large stuff
bags and waddled into the house.

"So these are the beautiful princesses you
rescued from great peril", said John as he took of
his helmet.

"They are.  

May I present you Mandy, Janice and Jodie.",
indicating the three girls in turn.  They came to
my side and huddled around me in shyly.

"Girls, I introduce you to your Valient Knights,
deliverers of warm clothing at great personal
hardship, Alec and John", indicating the older and
younger brother.

"Enchanted", said John, bowing, his brother a beat
behind him.

"Check in with your dad", I told them.  "Do you
guys want lunch and a rest before you head back?

Actually I misspoke.  It looks like the weather
will hold for a while yet.  Hang up your gear,
come in and relax for a bit and I'll feed you
before you start back.  A bit of a rest and food,
even if you don't think you need it, will do you
good."

Alec called, then reported, "Dad agrees with you.
He wasn't quite so polite about it."

The girls watched in amazement as they undressed.
Even with pretty high tech modern clothes, gear to
be out in twenty below weather on snowmobiles for
several hours made quite a heap. The guys stripped
down to their underwear shirts, jeans and socks.
They were quite aware that going out sweaty would
be a bad mistake.

I started the generator and we put their outside
clothing in the dryer.  With the outside temps it
wasn't wet, but starting out completely dry and
warm would be a good thing anyway.

I served the boys large bowls of hot stew, the
girls and myself somewhat smaller ones.  One very
good thing about the realtime progress map was
that I had put a frozen apple pie in the oven a
while ago, When we finished the stew, hot apple
pie and ice cream finished off the meal in fine
shape.

As an excuse to keep the boys for a little longer,
I opened the bags and inventoried the clothing.
The neighbor ladies had exceeded all hopes, much
less expectations.  Each girl had two sets of
clothing plus something for dress up, and good
outdoor gear.  A pair of shoes and outdoor boots
each.  None of it was new, some pretty worn, but
it was in much better condition and of higher
quality than what they had been wearing when I
found them.

When the saw the clothes, the t-shirts came off
and they started trying the new stuff on.

The boys watched the show with amusement and
appreciation.  I was glad I'd insisted on the
panties -- not that I was concerned about the boys
getting to ogle nekked girls, but suspected that
having to pretend they weren't looking while I was
right there would have been more than a bit
uncomfortable for them.  The shoes and boots, as
I found out later, as  planned, were a bit large.
Extra socks made up the fit.  When I looked up,
Jodie was in Alec's lap as he assisted her with
putting on socks and shoes, adding socks till the
fit seemed OK.  A few minutes later Janice had
claimed John leaving Mandy to make do with me.
She said she was old enough to do her socks and
shoes her self, but didn't protest when I moved to
help.

I noted with amusement that the girls didn't
vacate their seats nor did the boys push them off
as they told the story of the journey. Mandy, of
course had taken a seat in my lap.

From the sound of things it was a bit more of a
challenge than I had anticipated -- it was well
that the two brothers had been riding for several
years, knew the territory well, and were pretty
sensible kids at that.  If I had heard the tale
first, I might not have asked them to go.
Aparently even by local standards, drifts were
quite impressive.  Their GPS's showed thirty miles
for a loop that would have been less than twenty
if they had been able to follow the roads.

Soon we did evict the girls, then with a delay to
help the girls don their new outdoor clothes, we
fetched snowmoblile gas from my supplies and
filled the sleds.

The girls wanted to know why Alec and John put on
their outside clothes in my cold garage.  I
explained that being sweaty was a very bad thing
when you were going outside when it was that cold
-- that they really didn't want damp clothing next
to their skin.

Alec checked in with Hiram and they departed --
none too early, I could see dark clouds on the
horizon and the temp was rising along with the
wind.  

While the girls were dressed for it we made a
circle of the property.  It took twenty minutes
for a walk that would have been a very leisurely
three in the summer.

45 minutes after their departure, the boys were
reported home in good condition, an hour and a
half after that the storm was again in full glory.

I checked with Teacher Shirley, in her opinion the
morning session had gone well enough.  If the
girls were going to stay long term she would want
several hours with them for evaluation, but in any
case that could wait till we had roads again.

*****************************************************

Chapter 11 -- The storm ends

The next four days passed without incident.
Feeding the girls well, raised their energy levels,
by the end of a week in my household they no
longer took an afternoon nap and I was starting to
need to be creative at finding activities that had
some purpose or interest and could be done inside.

Ten days after the start of the storm we woke to
quiet.  The weather forecast predicted cold
temperatures, light to moderate winds and no
precipitation of significance for the next ten
days.

I fired up the generator and we had a morning
shower.  I used the shower hose to squirt water
into the vaginae on all three girls, filling them
up and letting the water squirt out three times
each.

Mandy wanted to know what I was doing.

"The storm is over for now.  In a few days the
roads will be open and we'll go into town.  When
we get there, we will need to talk with the
sheriff, and take you to a Doctor.  The Dr. will
insist on examining your pussies, especially given
your history.  It would be very unfortunate if any
of my cum were found in your pussies.

So, from now until we are done needing to talk to
Doctors or social workers, we won't fuck any more.

Cuddle, kiss, masturbate, lick, suck -- any of
that you want to, just no cum in your pussies.

Also, starting tonight you will go to bed in those
beds.", I pointed upstairs to the guest rooms.

"We don't get to sleep with you?", wailed Janice.

"That's not quite what I said.  Every night you
will go up there and lay down in the beds.  If you
are still awake in 10 minutes, you may sleep
wherever you wish.

If you are in my bed when I wake up in the
morning, I will send you upstairs to lay down in
your bed for a moment, then you get up and get
ready for the day.

We need to move your clothes up there too."

"Why?" from Mandy.

"So you can tell the social services lady that you
have your own room or rooms, with clothes and
bathroom", I told her.

I saw Mandy 'Get it'.

"You are little girls that have been abused, but
now you are with someone who doesn't abuse you nor
permit you to sell your selves.

This is completely true.", Mandy nodded.

"The part you need to not say is that you seduced
me, and I let you", I continued. 

"So, you slept in my bed on some of the scariest
nights during the storm, but I wouldn't let you
touch me nor would I touch you on your pussies."

"OK", nodded Mandy.  "We can do that."

************************************************

Chapter 12 -- the roads are opened again.

We had breakfast, geared up and went outside.
Temperature was well below zero, winds very light
and a very bright sun low in the sky.  I found some
quite large drifts that would need dug out but no
significant damage that would require immediate
attention.

The county plows would open the road to the end of
my drive and would probably come up the drive to
the yard gate.  I had a deal with Hiram and sons,
I had them on retainer for heavy duty snow
removal.  They would bring a tractor with loader
and rear mounted snow-blower, and clear my
driveway and around the buildings for any major
storm.  A tractor and blower that would cope with
the current set of drifts would cost me at least
$10k plus I would have to maintain it.  As it was
I had a moderately large walk behind blower and
when one of these big storms hit, I called them.

I called to check in, pointing out that I would
need to get out as soon as reasonably possible.
He promised that he and the boys would be on it as
soon as the county road was opened.  They would
start on their own today so as to be ready for me.

Three days later the county road crew made it this
far.  By the time Alec and John quit for the
evening, I could get my SUV out of the garage and
onto the road.

They were back at my house before dawn the next
day per agreement.  I had started the generator
around 6AM to run the block heater on the tractor
so it would start.  We headed down the road the
five miles to the corner where I found the car.
We got there half an hour after dawn.  In another
twenty minutes we had a trail to the stranded car.
I opened the hatchback, then taking pictures of
each step we carried the contents to my rig.  I
made a final search for any interesting stuff
while John headed back with the tractor.  John
would go on to meet his dad at the next clearance
job on their list.  In addition to paying them for
the mornings work beyond the retainer, I
relinquished my place in line to the next person.
No matter, I could get in and out, anything else
could wait a few days.

I kept Alec on personal retainer for the rest of
the day.  We returned to my garage, Jodie attached
herself to him.  We unloaded the stuff from the
car and opened every box and sack. 

We found a fairly large quantity of clothing in
good condition, if somewhat poor quality and bad
taste that presumably fit the missing mother, and
a much smaller stack of well worn clothes for the
three girls. The only items in good condition in
the girls pile were a couple of outfits apiece
that would fit the description of 'Preteen
Hooker'.

The only other items of interest to me were birth
certificates and social security numbers for the
girls.  We also found a fair sized bag of what I
figured was marijuana, three full fifths of Gin and
six cartons of cigarettes.  Alec looked at the bag
and agreed with my guess.

I took off time to call the lawyer and give him
the info from the birth certificates and SSNs,
also the clothes and drugs.  He didn't feel that
the information would conflict with what he had
done so far and we should continue with the
current plan.

We re-boxed everything and stacked it out of the
way, only keeping out the personal stuff for the
girls, a few toys and some mostly unusable clothes.

I took Alec home, asking him to not say anything
about the drugs till I decided to give them to the
sheriff, or just toss them in the wood stove.
Both actions seemed to have merit.  

When we got him home I nearly had to pry Jodie off
him to her complaints.  Alec showed outward mild
amusement, I suspected that inwardly he was
complaining as well since he had been awful
patient with Jodie all day.

Getting home, I decided to call the local sheriff
and put the problem of the plastic bag to him as a
hypothetical.

He suggested that I bring it in with the girls the
next day and that he would back me up that I found
it in the car.

I called Alec and let him know the plan, that
secrecy was off and he could tell the tale as he
wished.

************************************************

Chapter 13 -- off to town

The girls and I headed for town right after
breakfast the next day.  I had a CD with the
pictures of the girls the first day with a
separate one of their missing hymens, then a third
showing the stuff out of the car.  I also had a
sack with the clothes they were wearing with I
took them from the car.

We had an appointment with my doctor for 10:30 and
one with the Sheriff for after lunch.

The trip was uneventful, it took the expected two
hours -- I only had to put chains back on once to
get through some new drifts.

We hit the UPS/FedEx drop first, then WalMart and
got three sets of clothes for each girl and
dressed them in their new clothes. 

We arrived at the doctors office about on time.  I
had spent a while on the phone when I made the
appointment so the office had some of the
background on what was to be done.

The nurse took us in to do the preliminary workup,
then sent us to the lab for blood, urine and stool
samples.  The tech was good and managed to hit the
vein first try on all three girls.  I had Mandy go
first and got lucky that she just closed her eyes
when the tech made the stab instead of crying or
trying to pull away.  With her as an example the
other two did ok.  I held Jodie in my lap and both
held her arm and covered her eyes when it was
time.  The tech did a slick job of it, and I think
she was still waiting for the bad hurt when he
told her that she was all done.

From there we went to x-ray.  The girls got full
body sets, then back to the examining room.

Dr. Sam gave them full examinations.  I gave her
the CD with the body pics from the first morning,
then gave her the one with pics of their missing
hymens as well.

The x-rays showed evidence of broken bones of
varying ages. One of Mandy's forearms had a break
that clearly hadn't been set properly.  Even my
unskilled fingers could feel the lump and
crookedness to the bone after I was shown the
problem.

I asked about long term effects and needs.  Dr Sam
said that it wasn't obvious to her that Mandy
would benefit from orthopedic work, but she would
advise consulting a specialist.  We tabled that
one for the present.

She stated that the girls showed clear signs of
abuse in the past with current condition quite
consistent with our story.  She agreed with my
assessment of their body condition, and approved of
my plan and methods of feeding them up somewhat.

She reported that the lab showed no signs of STD's
in the girls -- something that hadn't occurred to
me to worry about till that moment.

She agreed to email a prelimiary writeup to the
Sheriff that afternoon and be available for a
phone consultation with him if needed.

We had lunch then went to our appointment with the
Sheriff.

I turned over the registration and insurance
papers for the car along with the plastic bag of
probably marijuana. He looked at it, opened the
bag, sniffed, and told me that I just as well skip
the 'probable' part of the description.

I gave him a CD with the pictures of the car and
contents.  He noted that the only things removed
from the stack were the drugs, the kid's papers
and personal belongings.  We agreed that the rest
of the stack could sit in my garage for the short
term -- if the sheriff's department decided they
wanted it, they would come and get it -- otherwise
it probably belonged to the kids anyway.

He looked over the guardianship assignment papers
without comment, then copied the birth certificates
and social security cards.

"You say that your lawyer has a preliminary
hearing scheduled for next week", he asked.

"That's what he told me, I have no reason to
doubt it", I replied.  Neither one of us qualified
the statement with 'Weather permitting', that was
assumed.

"Now then, we get to the ugly part.  Aside from
being abandoned in the cold, the girls certainly
qualified as battered and starved.  As you can
see, they are still quite thin.  In addition, they
were bruised when I got them from the car", I
handed him a copy of the DVD with the kid pics on
it.  "Those were taken the next morning when I
gave them a real bath.  Even after the hypothermia
soak the night before they were in serious need of
cleanliness.  Also I hadn't really looked at them
the previous night.

It's not real obvious in those pictures, but,
Janice had mild bruising on her genitals, they
told me she had been sold to a truck driver
earlier in the day for $200 for an hour.  Both of
the older girls say they have been sold as
prostitutes for at least two years, since Mandy's
mother died."

Silence from across the desk.

"Dr. Sam examined them this morning.  She has
copies of these pictures and you should have a
preliminary write up of what she found in your
inbox."

He checked his email and spent a few minutes
skimming through the info from Dr. Sam, then a few
more looking at the pictures.

He then called in his secretary to take notes and
moved us to a comfortable interview room.  There
was a good couch, in a moment I was sitting with a
larger girl against either side and Jodie in my
lap.

He spent over two hours on a gentle interrogation
of the three girls former life.  Fortunately he
didn't spend a lot of time on their current life.
He observed the three of them cuddling up to me
and their improvement in condition and didn't go
into it much more.

By the time he finished he had gotten their
stories pretty well covered.  Mandy had been sold
as far back as she could remember, certainly
before she was six.  Janice also, and both of the
older girls told of Jodie being sold to suck cocks
for over two years.

"Well", he said.  "I'll have to notify social
services about this immediately."

The Sheriff called me later. "Can you meet with
Wilma Anderson from social services tomorrow.  She
wouldn't do it this afternoon.  The best I could
do was 10:00 tomorrow."

"Oh Joy", was my reply. "I get to try to deal with
Wilma."

"I did that on purpose", he replied.

"I wasn't aware that you hated me that much", I
said, only half joking.

"Well, yes, she'll be a pain to have to listen
to", he answered me.  "But she's a 'Lazy Stupid'.
From what I gave her, she'll have written the
girls off as being already so badly ruined that
they can't be salvaged anyway.  You have plausible
papers for getting custody of them.  She'll sign
off on them after spending enough time to make
sure you know she's important and in charge.  So,
if you'll suck up to her for a couple of hours,
you and the girls should be OK."

I thought for a minute.  "Painful as it sounds,
you probably called it.

Given the current road conditions, we'll grab a
motel tonight and meet with her in the morning.

Thank you."

The girls and I went to get haircuts for all four
of us, shopping for more clothes, toys and
household supplies, then supper and a motel.
Mandy and Janice spent the time in front of the TV
till I made them shut it off and come to bed.

**************************************************

Chapter 13 -- and home again.

We got up a bit early, had breakfast and made a
run on the local supermarket, skipping only a few
things that wouldn't store happily in the rig till
afternoon.

We met with Ms. Anderson the next morning as
scheduled.  It was about as -- well, perhaps
aggravating would be as good a description as any
-- as I had expected.  She went on and on about
how the girls deserved state protection and how
awful their former life had been and how
unsuitable it was that I should have custody.

I was polite and spoke agreement with much of what
she said.  

As predicted by the Sheriff, after a very
unpleasant two hours (Couldn't go beyond that, it
would have encroached on her lunch hour), she gave
me some papers giving temporary custody pending
the court hearing.

We grabbed a very quick lunch, a short additional
load at the supermarket and scuttled out of town
before Ms Anderson thought of something else to
drone at us for another two or three hours.

The county trucks had been out that morning, we
drove home without incident, taking less than an
hour.

We had power again, I switched the system back to
grid power

*************************************************

We headed out again after lunch the middle of the
next week.  I planned to spend the night in a
motel, there was a small storm just hitting the
area, and it wouldn't take much wind during the
night to block the road with drifts.  We went
shopping for some nice clothes for the girls to
wear to court, then met with Alan Karl, the
lawyer, for dinner. He had come in the night
before as well, after I warned him about possible
weather glitches.  We and I went over plans for
the morrow, then he spent half an hour coaching
the girls on how to behave and what to say.  He
kept it pretty simple, but stressed that good
behavior for a couple of hours could well make
the difference between winning and losing at the
hearing.

The court hearing happened as scheduled.  There
was only six inches of new snow when we got up in
a motel in town.  We arrived at the court house a
little before the scheduled time and were waiting
as the clerk set things up.

His Honor came in at the appointed hour, The four
of us and our lawyer were in place and waiting,
Mandy and Janice where sitting on chairs on either
side of me as close as they could get and Jodie
was on my lap.  No one was present for the state.
After a few minutes, the judge asked our lawyer if
he had the petition ready.  Mr. Karl passed him a
file folder with the petition for guardianship and
the supporting paper work, including a report from
their new school teacher on her opinion of their
school placement and her evaluation of them from
the two weeks that they had been attending her
classes and a report from the ER Doc on the
evening I found them.

He spent most of ten minutes reading through the
papers, then looked at me and asked,
"Mr. Thompson, why do you wish to assume
guardianship of these children?  The relationship
looks quite tenuous from the documentation.  They
are at most, second cousins, once removed.  And
Mandolin does not seem to be a blood relation even
to that limited extent."

I stood, standing Jodie on the floor in front of
me.  "Well, Your Honor", I replied.  "By the time
I got them warmed up and fed, took care of them
for ten days, then found that power of attorney in
the car, it never occurred to me not to try to keep
them.  I certainly would prefer to have them stay
if you will permit it.  I have come to like them,
and it seems they like me."

About that time, Ms. Anderson came into the court
room, went to her table, sat down and started
getting papers out of her briefcase.  The judge
turned his attention to her.  "Ms. Anderson, this
hearing was scheduled to start over twenty minutes
ago.", he said.

"Sorry your honor", she said without looking at
him, continuing to fiddle with her papers.  "With
this horrible weather, I was delayed."

"Mr. Thompson was able to be here on time, having
fed and dressed three small children.  He also had
to come 45 miles over roads that I know might be
called 'interesting' this time of year.", he
pointed out to her.

"Yes, well I have other duties to attend to as
well as these children", she said, still not
looking up from her papers.  She gathered a couple
of piles of them into a stack, got up, walked up
to the bench and laid them on the edge with a
thump.

"MS ANDERSON!", he said sharply, "It is customary
in this court for the petitioners to ask
permission to approach the bench."

I looked at Mr. Karl.  He had a very neutral
expression on his face, but his eyes were
crinkling a bit.  Since he had $6500 riding on the
outcome of this hearing, I expected that he was
inwardly cheering Ms. Anderson on. 

It seemed to work, because the next words out of
her mouth were, "Well!, I supposed you would want
the information and recommendations I have worked
up for you.", she turned, went back to her table
and sat down.

"You are very, very, close to spending a week in
jail for contempt of court Ms. Anderson.  Do you
have any reason to offer why I shouldn't do that?"

"You can't do that to me, I'm a caseworker for
Social Services", she said indignantly.

Alan Karl tugged gently on my sleeve to get my
attention, then with a nod of his head indicated
that I should sit back down.  I did while he rose
to his feet.  Jodie crawled back into my lap and
buried her face against my chest.  Mandy and Jodie
clung to my sleeves.

"Your Honor", my lawyer addressed the bench.

"Yes Mr. Karl", the judge replied.

"While I agree that Ms. Anderson's behavior has
not been up to normal standards for a courtroom, I
flew into town yesterday for this hearing.  If it
is delayed, it will cost my client a significant
amount of money for me to attend a second hearing.
We ask that the hearing continue if at all
possible."

"I'm just trying to do my job", said Ms. Anderson,
turning red and not quite yelling.

The judge hit the block on the bench quite sharply
with his gavel.  "You", he said, pointing at
Ms. Anderson, "If you say another word, except as a
response to a direct question from me, will spend
the next week in the county jail."

He looked back at Mr. Karl, standing there
calmly.  "Please be seated.  I need to look
through this stuff --  On second thought, court is
recessed for around 20 minutes.  Bathroom for the
kids is down the hall to the left.  Water fountain
further down that hall.  There are some vending
machines in the lobby. I'll send the bailiff to
get you when I'm ready.

You", pointing at Ms. Anderson with
the gavel, "remain seated."  

He rapped the bench with it and picked up the new
stack of paperwork.  It was well over an inch
thick.

We went out into the hall.  I took the girls to
the restroom, telling them to go whether then
needed to right this minute or not, it might be a
while till the next chance.  Alan followed me into
the men's room.

"That was interesting", I commented.

"Yes, His Honor is quite annoyed with her.  This
will likely be to our advantage", he replied.

"What we do want to do is be very careful not to
give him any cause to be annoyed with us.  He's
already worked up a bit, it would be easy to do
right now."

"Well", I said, "Sheriff Wilson called it.  He
said she was a 'Lazy Stupid', right on the money."

Alan raised a brow?

"One way to group military officers, 'Active
Smart', 'Lazy Smart', 'Active Stupid', 'Lazy
Stupid'.", I replied.

"You can do useful things with three of them but the
'Active Stupid' kind, them you just have to get
rid of as quickly as possible in whatever fashion
you can."

"You're right, he answered, "An 'Active Stupid'
would have showed up on time with a thick stack of
paper that showed that you would be a most improper
parent for the girls, all in good order.  It would
have been more difficult to counter."

We went to the lobby to wait.  In a bit the
bailiff came to call us back into the court.

When we were seated, the Judge announced that
court was back in session.

"What about Sandra Heyward?  She is reported to
have vanished in the storm."

I looked at my lawyer, he indicated that I should
answer.

"Mandolin", I said, indicating Mandy, "told me
that Ms. Heyward left the car before dark to find
help.  That would have been at least two hours
before I found the girls.  Given the area, and the
fact that I have directly or indirectly talked to
all the local residents that it would have been
possible for her to reach, I believe that she must
be assumed to be dead.

The only plausible scenario that I can think of
that would have her alive would be that she caught
a ride out of the area, then failed to call in
when she got to a phone.  The county plows didn't
find any stranded vehicles along the Vallimont road
between the intersection with Highway 27 coming
this way and Vallimont on the other end.

Since the girls said she didn't have good winter
clothes on when she left them, I expect that she
is laying along the road under the snow within
three miles of where I found the car.

She may or may not be found come spring thaw,
people who have vanished in the area under similar
circumstances -- we fail to find over 10%.

Sheriff Wilson would be a good resource for
further expertise on the issue."

The Judge looked at me in thought for a few
moments.  "Call Sheriff Wilson and ask him if he
could attend please.  By phone will do if he
can't get here in a few minutes", he told the
court clerk.

He addressed me again, "Shirley Jones is the
school teacher in your area?"

"Yes your Honor."

"How are the girls doing in school?"

"That's a bit hard to say.  What I was able to
learn of their background, their schooling was
quite sketchy and interrupted.  

They've only attended this school in the flesh for
a few days.  They seemed to be doing well, given their
background, during the remote schooling during the
storm.

Ask me and Mrs. Jones again in a couple of months
and we'll have a better answer."

"Did you have any luck with Sheriff Wilson", he
asked the clerk.

"He should be here in 15 minutes or so", the clerk
replied.

"See if you can get Mrs. Jones on the phone
please.", the judge instructed him.

I gave the clerk her phone number off my cell.  He
made the call and put it on speaker phone.

Shirley answered the phone, she was at school from
the timing and background noise.  

"Good morning Mrs. Jones, this is Judge Walker,
sitting in family court in Greenville.  I have
Mr Anderson here with the three girls he collected
up a few weeks ago.  I'd appreciate it if you
could answer a few questions if you could spare
the time.

"I have the kids working at the moment, things are
fairly quiet.  Subject to probable interruptions, I
can give you a little while", Shirley responded.

"I just read your evaluation that Mr. Anderson's
lawyer submitted.  Do you have anything to add or
expand upon on that issue?"

"I don't believe so, considering their background,
the girls have been doing quite well.  Where I
don't have a uniform group of students anyway, the
fact that they don't fit into conventional grades
very well isn't really an issue.

Of course, I've only been working with them for a
short time.  In a few months I'll have a much
better idea of their capabilities.  

On the other hand, from what I have seen so far, I
don't anticipate any real problems.  They seem to
be reasonably bright kids, and, probably more
important than anything, they seem to want to
please Mr. Thompson and are willing to work to do
it.  Fortunately, the goals they perceive that will
please him fit well with my goals within the local
school setting."

"Could I ask you to send me a status report every
month for the next six months?", his honor asked
her.  It need not be lengthy so long as their
progress is reasonably within your expectations.
I would appreciate it if the final report were a
bit more comprehensive."

"I can do that, it's about the middle of the
month, perhaps if I send you a report by the 20th
of each month for the balance of the school year?"

That would be excellent. Thank you.

Do you have any questions for Mrs. Jones,
Mr. Karl?", asked the judge.

"No, your honor."

"Thank you Mrs. Jones.  You have been a real
help."  The judge hung up and handed the phone
back to the clerk.

Sheriff Wilson came in the door about then.  "Good
morning your honor, Colonel Thompson.

What can I do for you?"

"Colonel?", asked the judge with a raised brow.

"US Air Force, Retired", I answered.  "Sheriff
Wilson was one of my lieutenants while I was a
Captain."

"I see.  So he knows you fairly well."

"Since he was a fairly small kid.  He was one of
the beginning 4H kids I worked with when I was in
late high school.  Enough that we remembered each
other several years later when he was fresh out of
ROTC and was inflicted upon me to mentor.  We both
survived and he became quite useful", I replied.

"Well, back to business.  Sheriff Wilson, what is
your take on the whereabouts of Ms. Heyward?"

"Almost certainly dead, somewhere within a four
mile radius of her car.  I will be surprised if
she made it more than two miles.  An hour in that
kind of storm without proper clothing is a very
long time.  She could have caught a ride out of
the area, but it seems quite unlikely.  We will do
a search of the area after the snow is mostly
gone.  My guess is that we will find her body
somewhere near the road.

If she did catch a ride, and shows up, I will
probably charge her with possession of marijuana,
willful neglect, attempted murder and prostitution
of minor children.", he answered.

"What do you think the odds are of finding her
alive at some point in the future?"

"Anything's possible -- but I wouldn't put my
money on it at 100 to 1.  Perhaps at 1000 to 1,
but not a very large amount."

"What is your opinion of Mr. Thompson as a foster
parent to these girls?  What would your opinion be
if it were your children that we were discussing?"

Frank rubbed his chin in thought for a few
moments.  "Well your honor, that's pretty much a
hypothetical question.  Among other things, my
kids have a fairly large supply of close relatives
at hand.  

But to answer the question as you meant it, should
they become orphans, and the supply of willing
relatives ran dry, I wouldn't particularly cringe
because Colonel Thompson became their guardian.
He did a pretty good job of raising me."

"Do you have any further thoughts on these issues
that you would wish to share?"

"No, your honor."

The judge looked with distaste at Ms. Anderson,
still sitting at her table.

"Do you have anything constructive to contribute
that isn't already covered in this document you
submitted to the court Ms. Anderson?", he asked.

He must have put the fear of God, or at least the
fear of Judge into her because her response was a
choked "No, your honor."

"In that case, since it appears to have been the
wishes of Ms. Heyward and I see no pressing reason
to overrule them, I will grant provisional
Guardianship of these children to you,
Mr. Thompson.

Since the Ms. Heyward is missing and presumed
dead, but it has been only a short time since she
became missing, I will make this a temporary
guardianship, to be reviewed in six months.  The
court clerk will send you a notice in the next few
weeks of the court date.

Mr. Karl, please prepare the documents to implement this
decision and submit them to this court within 10
days."

"Certainly your honor, I will be glad to.",
replied the lawyer.

"Congratulations on your new family", the judge
said, making it clear that he was addressing the
girls at least as much as he was me.  "Court is
adjourned.", he rapped his gavel once.

**************************************************

After the court hearing I hired Alec for a few
days to help with snow removal and repairs of
storm damage. He would stay over for a couple of
nights, the roads were passable, but the six mile
journey wasn't trivial as it would be in the
summer.  That evening we played a card game for an
hour, Jodie had claimed his lap and they played as
a team.  Afterwords the girls did school work for
another hour and Alec read with Jodie still on his
lap.  We all headed for bed and Jodie followed
Alec up the stairs towards the guest rooms.  She
came back down a few minutes later in tears.

"He made me leave when I tried to get into bed.",
she told me.

"He probably thinks that was the right thing to
do.  Let's go talk to him."  I scooped her up and
carried her back up the stairs.

I knocked, "May we come in?"

"Sure", was the response.

Alec was in bed with a book in hand.

"You are accused of cruelly evicting Jodie", I
told him as I stood Jodie on the floor.

At his blank look I added, "I'm quite sure you
were doing what you thought was the 'Right
Thing'."

"Well, Yeah.", was his response.

"Well, in this household, there are three rules
that apply to this situation.

First, no means no, but you may say yes.

Second, don't try to convince her do something she
doesn't want to.  Don't let her talk you into
anything that you don't want to do.

Third, don't talk to anyone outside of this family
about what goes on here."

While I was speaking, Jodie walked over to Alec
and leaned her head against his upper arm.  His
arm went around her without any obvious decision
to do so.

"So, if you really don't want her to sleep with
you, we will leave you in peace -- but you may let
her."

Jodie made to try to get onto the bed.  Alec
raised the covers a little and scooted over, still
without seeming to notice what he was doing.
Jodie crawled in and snuggled into the curve of
his arm.

"If you are trying to keep her out of your bed,
you're doing a very poor job of it", I pointed
out.

Alec shrugged and blushed.

"The girls have been used as prostitutes for
several years, so there is little that you might
want to do with her that I would consider harm.  I
expect that you care about Jodie and will consider
her happiness as more important than your own.
This will be somewhat new to her as you will be
only the second person to treat her that way in
her memory.

Your happiness on the other hand is important too.
You shouldn't do something for her that makes you
unhappy either.  Do things *with* her, not *to*
her, and don't let her do things *to* you.

They have been told that they are not to try to
use their bodies as currency, so either do it as
fun for both of you or not at all.  If you think
she is trying to bribe you with sex, stop and come
to me to discuss it.

One final rule, special case for Jodie.  She
doesn't have a hymen -- a cherry -- but she is
less than five years old.  Don't try vaginal or
anal intercourse for now. 

Any thing else she wants to do is up to you.
Cuddle, kiss, fondle, suck, lick, fingerfuck --
she may do any of those with you if she wants to.
You, on the other hand are under no obligation to
do anything that makes you uncomfortable --
including letting her snuggle with you in bed."

I paused for a moment to let Alec digest.

"So", I asked, gesturing towards Jodie.  "Shall I
pluck her from her warm spot and take her with
me?"

More blushes and a head shake.  His arm tightened
a little around her.

"Goodnight then", I closed the door behind me.

Jodie and Alec came down the stairs for breakfast
next morning, Jodie carried in one arm with her
arms wrapped around his neck.  He blushed a bit at
my grin, put Jodie down at the table and helped
finish getting breakfast ready. When we were done
with breakfast he picked her up and they went off
to get her dressed for the day.

Jodie insisted on going out with us.  She didn't
last long, I tried to get her to go back in when
she started to chill -- she insisted on staying
with Alec till her hands and feet hurt too much to
stand it any longer.  It was well below zero
outside, so we took a break, took her inside and
got her started warming.  She complained when I
refused to let her come back out with us.  She was
waiting at the door when we came back inside for
lunch, helping Alec with his shoes and only
squawking a little when he slid his cold hand
under her shirt.

That evening Alec didn't even try to leave her
downstairs when he went to bed, just scooped her
up and headed up stairs.

When I delivered Alec home the next evening, we
were invited for dinner.  After dinner when it was
time to depart, I asked Alec's mother for the loan
of a wrecking bar.

"OK", she replied slowly. "John, go fetch Will a
crowbar from the shop please."

"No", I stopped him. "It was a joke.  On the other
hand", gesturing at Jodie and Alec, "I'm going to
have to pry her loose somehow, take him back with
me, or give her to you."

She studied Alec and Jodie for a long moment,
"Well, it's tempting, but I should probably turn
down the offer for tonight."

Then with another look at them, "Better get your
girlfriend dressed for outdoors Alec."

John started to say something, she quelled him
with a look.

Alec helped Jodie get her outside clothes on, the
other two girls and I got dressed for the journey
home, he carried her to my rig, buckled her in and
got a goodbye kiss for his efforts.

*****************************************************

After that, Alec found an excuse to drop by at
least once per week.  His parents choose to be
amused by Jodie's attachment to him, and
cooperated by inviting us to dinner every couple
of weeks.  Either they followed my instructions of
no intercourse, or Jodie was able to take him
without significant discomfort -- I never saw
evidence of her being sore in the mornings after
she slept with Alec.

I'm pretty sure that Janice managed to get to John
once, but they didn't seem to click as a couple.
I was pretty sure that once was it.  Mandy claimed
me, she was quite willing to share with her
sisters, but made it quite clear that she wasn't
interested in branching out at all.

They did as well as I could hope in school, by
spring Mandy and Janice were reading quite well.

There was another couple of weeks in April where
they girls didn't attend school because of bad
roads during breakup.  A couple of weeks after
breakup finished, Sheriff Wilson came out with
search and rescue.  They found Sandra Heyward's
body, nearly three miles from her car.  If her
judgement had been as good as her determination --
well, I probably wouldn't have three pre-teen
lovers and the girls would still be getting sold
several times a week.