Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I use a "Narrative Discourse" type of writing, which is quite a bit shorter than pure dialog. I realize that it is not used so frequently in this sort of stories, but I think it should be easier to follow than "he said," "she said" over and over, ad infinitum.

NOW, CHAPTER ONE:

One rainy evening in May, I was sitting reading when I heard a girl scream. I jumped up, and thinking that it came from behind my house, rushed out the back door and onto the porch. I could still hear it, but it was not as loud as before. I then went to the front porch and could tell that it was close, but not visible. I put on my raincoat and my Glock, went out into the now just sprinkling rain and started looking.

Across the street and down a couple of houses I saw a small young naked teenage girl huddled up on the sidewalk and crying.

I told her that I was there to help. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes which lessened as I took off my raincoat and put it over her. She told me of having been forced into a car and made to suck an older guys penis. I asked if she was hurt and she said no, just really scared. I picked her up into my arms and took her to my house and into the bathroom. She seemed to be more collected so I told her to take a hot shower while I found her something to wear.

Being single, I only had guy clothing. I found a long tee shirt but nothing else. I opened the bathroom door, telling her that I had put it on the sink, that she could take as long as she wanted to shower. I told her that I would be 10 feet from the bathroom so she could call me if she needed.

I went into the kitchen and made a good size portion of hot chocolate to warm up her insides.

In about 5 minutes she came out, sheepishly looking around, walked over to me and gave me profuse thanks. I told her to find a seat while I went to get the hot chocolate. She climbed up on the sofa next to where I had been and, smilingly, took her cup. We sat and sipped, not talking, for another 5 minutes. I asked her if she would like to call anyone. She said that her mother was working until 11PM, so, no. I offered to take her home myself but her house key was with her clothes so she couldn't get in.

It appearing that she was not hurt, I asked her if she wanted me to call the police. She said no, that it would be too embarrassing. I put my arm around her and told her that she could stay with me until her mother was home and that I would take her home and explain to her mother. She looked up at me with those big eyes and thanked me again, snuggling up against me. She was so pretty and sweet!

As I thought more about what had happened, I suddenly got very angry, wishing that I had found her in time to stop the guy before he could get away. I decided that if she wasn't going to talk to the police that I may go and try to find him and take care of him myself.

I asked her what her name was. "Bobbie," she said. I told her that was a cute name for a girl, and that was also my name. She giggled and looked up into my face, totally at ease.

I told her that I had a huge problem with the guy who had abducted her. I told her that he would probably be out looking for other girls to get into his car. I asked if she would tell me exactly what happened.

She said that he had pulled over to a bus shed and offered her a ride. She said she told him no, thanks. He insisted, then got out of the car with an umbrella, offering to protect her from the storm. She thanked him several more times, and then he suddenly reached out and picked her up and put her in the back seat, setting the child lock so that she couldn't get away.

He drove away without stopping or slowing down to the rear of an abandoned building, and under a shed roof.

He got out and then into the back seat, telling her that he wouldn't hurt her if she did what he told her. He dropped his pants down and showed her his dick. She said that it was very small and looked odd on him. She said that she had seen her younger cousin's and that this guy's was smaller.

I coaxed more descriptions from her, determining to find this guy and show him how lucky he was to have even a dick as small as his, which he would soon not have nor the balls under it. I was raging mad.

She said that as scared as she was she didn't resist, but was going to do what he said. He told her to put his dick in her mouth and how to use her tongue. She said he squirted into her mouth and that it tasted really bad so she spit it into a coffee cup that she saw on the floor of the car.

She said that he didn't talk for a short while, then told her how good it had felt and asked what she had done with what he had squirted. She showed him and he was not happy. He told her that she should have swallowed it, she told him that it tasted bad so she spit it out.

He sat and looked at her for a few minutes and then his dick got hard again. He said that he knew how to make it stay in her and told her to take her clothes off and he would put it into her pussy and make her keep it.

When she realized what he intended to do she went into a panic as he told her to her take off her shoes and socks. He reached out and began to fondle her boobies and laughed cruelly at her when he found she had a flat chest with small nipples.

I pulled her even closer to me as she started telling me the part that I really didn't want to hear. She shifted her body around and I bent down and kissed her forehead. She looked up and returned my kiss to my lips. I almost swooned! What a delightfully pretty, sweet and lovable girl she was!

She resumed telling me the sequence of events, how he suddenly got violently abusive after pulling down her shorts, saying what he was going to do to her, now.

I was puzzled, and then I began to understand when I saw that a noticeably bulging tent had appeared under my oversize tee shirt that she wore.

Bobbie saw the look of disbelief on my face as I stared at the tent and I just stammered, "Bobbie?"

"Are you mad at me, Bobby?', she mumbled.

I told her that she had done nothing to make me mad.

"Is that what made him so violently mad?" I asked.

"Yes," she mumbled.

I asked if he had put his dick in her and she said that he had not. She said that she was ashamed that she had suddenly gotten hard when he had told her what he was going to do, and that was what

made him go off on her.

I pulled her in to me tightly again, telling her that she had been lucky. She looked up at me and said that she had never had sex with anyone and that the thought of what he intended took over her mind.

She had had fantasies about boys and men ever since she could remember. She told her mother that she wanted a boy next door to be her sweetheart when she was 4. Her mother explained why that could not be and Bobbie was hurt for life.

I asked her how old she was and she told me she was fourteen. I told her that she was the cutest fourteen year old girl I had ever seen. She got a hateful look on her face and said, "With THIS?" as she pulled the tee shirt up revealing an impressively hard 3 inch love stick. I smiled and assured her that it did not matter what she had between her legs, and that she was still a very desirable young girl.

"But, I am not a real girl," she said.

She told me about being teased, hated, ostracized and avoided by everybody. I told her that there are some of us out there who understand people who were assigned the wrong bodies and accept them as they are.

"Sweetheart, you are what you are inside that pretty little head of yours," I said.

"But, this means that I am Gay, although I have never felt that. I am just me ... a girl. I really don't know what to feel. I don't have any friends, but I do have feelings, you know, feelings that change from day to day," she said in a defensive tone. Then she got very quiet and thoughtful.

"Uhh, ... I can't believe that you really see the girl in me," Bobbie blurted.

"Well, I do still have my arm around you and have not said anything bad about you, now have I?" I said.

"Oh, Bobby, I've never had a daddy. Would you be mine, PLEASE?" Bobbie said, pleadingly.

"Have you ever heard of incest, Baby Girl? I am afraid that I would be guilty of that if I were your daddy!" I said, somewhat slyly and teasingly.

"Why would you do a thing like that?" she asked intensely serious.

"I won't go into that, thank you," I quickly answered.

"But I want you to be my daddy more than anything," she said.

"I think that your mother might have something to say about that, Sweetheart," I responded.

"I'll bet my mother might think that it would be nice for me to have a daddy like you," she insisted.

"Speaking of your mother, what time does she get home?" I asked.

"Usually about 11:30. She works at the junior college, teaching night courses. She is really smart. She started college when she was 16 and has her Master Of Education degree from State U. She is working on her Doctorate and will be Dr. Mom next year! She home-schools me and I am a high school senior now," she proudly announced.

I was completely overwhelmed with what she told me.

"Do you plan to go to college next year?" I asked.

"Mom hasn't decided yet. She had trouble when she went and doesn't want me to go through what she did," Bobbie said.

"What kind of trouble did she have?" I asked.

"She was raped one night by two boys and got pregnant with me," she quietly answered.

"Oh, my god," I thought.

"It's almost 11, Pretty One. I think we should go to your house so we can be sure to be there when your mom gets there. She would panic if she got home and you weren't there," I said.

A thousand thoughts were going through my mind as I once again picked Bobbie up and carried her out to my car. Using basic arithmetic, I knew that her mom would be in her early 30's and wondered if she was as pretty as Bobbie.

As we drove, I asked Bobbie if she knew where the abandoned building was and if she would recognize the man who abducted her. She knew exactly where the building was, and said that she could never forget the man.

A few minutes after arriving at her house, her mother got home and I told Bobbie to get out of my car and go to theirs. Her mom looked from Bobbie to me, as I stood, leaning against my car.

Bobbie's mother walked over to me with a determinedly serious look and quietly asked "What in Hell is going on here?" I introduced myself and asked if we might go up on their porch and talk.

She indicated that we sit and asked, once again, "What in Hell is going on here? Please answer me. Why is Bobbie wearing an oversize tee shirt and standing outside? Why are you here?"

I looked her straight in the eyes and told her that; first, Bobbie was not hurt and was probably lucky to be there at all. I told her what had happened, right up to the present. Bobbie came over to me and put her hands up to my face and kissed me on the lips, not a sexual kiss, but, indeed a very loving kiss.

Her mother got up and came over to us and put her arms around both of us and kissed our cheeks. I smiled and noticed that tears were coming down her face. I hugged her and told her that she only needed to be happy that much worse things did not happen and that Bobbie was home and safe.

She asked me to please come inside and asked if I wanted coffee. I accepted and sat down at the kitchen table, with Bobbie sitting next to me, with her legs and body pressed up close.

Bobbie told her mother that she wished that I was her dad and her mother jumped and immediately blushed to beet red, but said nothing.

"Mom, he KNOWS that I am a girl and he's OK with it! Can you believe that?"

"Bobbie, let's not talk about that right now, Bobby and I need to have some serious conversation about what happened to you. If it makes you feel any better, yes I expect that he would make an excellent father, but we need to talk right now."

She brought a pot of very nice coffee to the table and asked Bobbie to get cups, saucers, spoons, milk, sugar and some coffee cake from the fridge. She sat down across from me and, first, thanked me profusely for taking care of Bobbie. Then she asked if I had reported it to the police. I told her that I had not, explaining that Bobbie was so devastated and emotional when I found her that I thought it best to at least wait and that it might be best to not report it all, since she had no real evidence to justify arresting anyone in the first place. I told her that I was going to go to the scene and look around and to also be looking for the low-life that had raped Bobbie.

She agreed that it would serve no useful purpose to make the report, especially in light of the fact that all crimes are reported by the local newspaper from the records at the police department.

I added that I intended to look for the man and his car and If I could catch him doing it to another girl then call for assistance and, hopefully, rid the town of its menace. (I did not mention that he might not survive to be arrested should I catch him.)

Bobbie's mother looked at me intently and said that she couldn't believe that I would spend time looking for him. I told her that I needed something to do to break the boredom of my life.

She asked why my life was boring and I told her that I had decided to retire from my occupation as an electronics engineer and try to conjure up another idea that I could patent and sell for a small fortune like I had done the year before. I told her that I spent my time looking for possibilities but that it seemed to be going nowhere.

She asked what I had patented and I described the automated assembly line controller that had occurred to me when I was interviewing for a job. I told her that I had plenty of time to devote to trying to catch the man who rapes little girls because that infuriates me.

Bobbie leaned over and put her arm around mine and told her mother that she knew that I would find him and stop him from doing it.

I asked her mother if I might take the two of them out for a movie and dinner soon. She told me that that would be really nice. I asked for her phone number and she got one of her cards from her purse and gave it to me. "Janet," I said, "that's a nice name!"

"Oh, I never introduced myself to you. How embarrassing is that?" she said, going beet red again.

"Please don't worry, Janet. You had a rather shocking experience to contend with. I am glad that you are the sensible woman that you are and didn't lose it over the incident."

"Mom, now don't you think he would be a good daddy for me?"

Janet went into a deeper red at that and looked down, saying nothing, but smiling a big smile.

As I drove away from their house, I began to plan how I was going to resolve the problem of this scumbag raper of little girls. The pictures in my mind of him making her suck him off reminded me of some military methods of handling those who do such unspeakable things to others.

I am not a violent man. I was taught to defend myself, but never had to utilize those skills. I do not relish the idea of killing anyone, but I also don't want menaces like this one loose and hunting. I had fleeting thoughts of encountering him, being threatened by him and removing the threat ... Permanently.

I first drove to where he had pushed her out of his car a couple of doors from my house and began scanning for evidence possibly left by him. I found nothing there so began retracing his route back to the abandoned building where she had been taken. About three blocks from the building, I saw clothing in the gutter, stopped and picked up Bobbie's clothing. A little bit further I found her shoes. I found her money, house key and a few other kid things in the pockets of her shorts. She had been wearing leather shoes and I hoped to find fingerprints to use in identifying that piece of shit.

I drove to the abandoned building that Bobbie had showed me as I took her home, parked in front and made my way to the back, flashlight in hand, Glock on my side. I found tire tracks and followed them under a shed roof. Looking around, I found nothing in the form of evidence except some perfectly clear single tire tracks where the vehicle had made a tight turn in leaving. I took my time and got several greatly detailed pictures of the tracks of all four tires with my phone. I left the building and went home.

A guy I was in the Army with is now a senior FBI agent. We were close friends then and still are. If I asked him to run the prints, I was sure that he would and not press me for details. We had done some personnel "cleaning" a few times and had always been satisfied with our results. He was an investigator and I was an electronics specialist. We worked quite well together and sometimes "forgot" to include some minor details in a few of the nastier cases we worked.

Our methods and practices were "what was needed at a particular time in order to clear unusual problems".

( Equalization is so satisfying to the soul! )

I carefully inspected Bobbie's shoes and did, indeed, find some rather clear fingerprints. I packaged up the shoes so as not to disturb the prints. I printed the tire track pictures on my hi-rez printer and called Tom, my FBI friend. I was prepared to leave him a voice mail but he answered on the second ring. I apologized for the lateness of the call and he told me that he was in his office and had been finalizing some paperwork on a case they had just completed. I told him that I would like to see him asap and he offered to meet me at an all-night diner. We met 15 minutes later.

I told him the story and what I wanted to do and he pledged his support and assistance immediately. When we left, I gave him the shoes and pictures. He agreed to contact me as soon as he had evaluated the evidence.

I got a call from him around 11AM and he invited me to have lunch with him and talk about our army days. I instantly knew that he had good news. We met and sat at a table in a corner of a restaurant so we could have some privacy.

The first news was that the fingerprints were quickly matched to a man who had two convictions for sex crimes, the first one for sexual assault and raping his own 14 year old daughter for which he had spent 20 years in the penitentiary.

Then, after his release from prison, he had gotten a life sentence for the kidnap and rape of another girl that he had kidnapped on a school ground.

His life sentence was overturned due to technicalities and he was never re-tried. His last known address was in a town 10 miles from where we were. Tom said that the local police departments were on the watch for any of his activities.

I also learned that there were no automobiles owned or licensed to him and that the tires matched factory tires on a late model and make car. Bobbie had told me that his car was silver.

I felt well prepared to embark upon the hunt for and end of his despicable career.

Tom wished me good luck and offered several legal points to keep aware of in order not to ruin my success. I thanked him and he said that he was glad to be of assistance and to keep him informed in a third party manner of "What-ifs", "What-does-it-mean-when" only and to give him no direct information or reports so that he could stay completely neutral and disassociated from my activities. I agreed and thanked him again.

I drove out to the last known address of the child raper and did not see either him or the car. On a whim, I drove over to the local middle school and promptly located a car matching the description of the one of interest. I parked across the street and two car lengths behind it. There appeared to be no one inside. I tried to give the impression that I was waiting to pick up a child after school, and began to read a newspaper, with my phone camera in my lap.

When the bell sounded the end of the school day, children began leaving and I soon noticed a middle aged man walking about and closely observing them. A police car drove by and he began looking at the school's door as if waiting for his child. When the police car turned the corner, he immediately walked to the car that I was watching. I got several nice pictures of him and of him getting in the car. Then I took a shot of the rear of the car, showing the license plate. I followed him from a block back as he drove home to the address listed to the convicted child rapist.

I did not expect him to attempt anything in this town on account of his being known by the police there. I concluded that he had just been "window shopping" at the school and, that having been unsuccessful the night before, he might just be on the prowl again that tonight. I determined to be like his shadow for the time being. As soon as it was dark, I parked directly across the street from his car, got out and quickly attached a GPS unit with a radio transmitter to his car and went back to my car and drove off.

I parked in a Wall-Mart parking lot and fired up my laptop which was connected to a receiver tuned to the transmitter on his car. It showed that the car was still parked at his house. 30 minutes or so later, I saw that it was moving and traveling toward the Interstate highway. I started up and headed in that direction, noting that he was going away from my city

.

I followed him to a city an hour South, and watched my screen as he drove slowly, patrolling the streets, looking for his next prey. He stopped for a couple of minutes, and then drove away faster, making a few turns and stopping again. I approached his location, got out and walked around looking for the car. I finally located it behind a building that had a "For Sale" sign.

I could see movement inside the car and then a girl's voice begging "No, please don't. I don't want to get pregnant. Please don't, EEEEEeeeee! NO, STOP, THAT HURTS ... AAAAHHHHhhhh". I got up to the car just as he was beginning to thrust deeply into the girl. I was too late to save her virginity, but had plenty of time to open the rear door and put the snout of my Glock to his right temple. I told him that if he moved I was going to gut-shoot him and that he would die an extremely painful death. He froze, and before he could respond, I took pictures of him with his dick inside the little girl's bleeding pussy. I then told him to pull out of her and back out of the car.