Chapter 26: Another Clue

We went out into our back yard. I didn’t have a fancy table and chairs out there, just a wooden bench. It would be good enough for a short talk. I sat across one end and Dimona sat on the other end. Alice sat on my lap facing me and started doing her lap dance again. I could look over her shoulder and talk to Dimona.

“To start with, Alice knows just about everything. She knows I’m not really a very nice guy, but she’s part of me now. I’d be perfectly happy killing anyone who bothers her, but I’m willing to die if that’s what it takes to protect her. She can hear anything you have to say. The girls, on the other hand, don’t know everything yet and I’d like to keep it that way. What they do know is bad enough.”

“That’s fair. You’re a good judge of character. If you trust her then I can’t say you’re wrong. On the other hand, Alice, Coach Wilkins is the heart and soul of our community here. We all try to help him in whatever he is trying to do. If you ever betray him I will butt-fuck you with a chainsaw.”

I could feel Alice clench her butt at that. From her end of the bench Dimona could probably see it. After a few seconds she said “If I ever betray my master I will deserve that and anything else you can do to me. Larry, can you hold my glass for a second?”

I took her glass and just enjoyed the show while Alice got up and completely stripped there in the back yard, everything except her shoes, before she got back in my lap and took her wine back.

“I am not Larry’s wife. I may take that title, but I am his slave, his property. I belong to him in every way you can think of.”

While she was talking she was unbuttoning my shirt so she could press our chests together.

“My body belongs to Larry. I will obey any order he gives me. I am his slave. He doesn’t have to treat me nice, but he does anyway. Even as his slave he has shown me more love in the last few days than I ever got in 19 years of marriage. Everything I am, everything I have, is his. My heart belongs to him, too. If I ever betray him, I will deserve that chainsaw.”

Dimona was quiet for a bit. “Okay, I’m impressed. I’ve seen some strange shit, but I’ve never seen anyone make a statement as convincing as that. Anyway, Tiny says that you are trying to help the FBI track down where all the girls went.”

“Yeah. We fucked them over pretty bad, and none of it was their fault.”

“I won’t argue with you on either point. Thing is, I pay attention to what’s going on around me, and sometimes I take notes. I’ve got descriptions and tag numbers from several vehicles that I saw Saturday night after the game. One was the car that the movie guys were in. Another was the van that took the two girls away after the movie guys bought them. I also have the car that the guy with the stable of pony-girls was in, but he wasn’t willing to pay what Lucy wanted. I don’t think he got any of the girls. Would the FBI want any of that?”

“I’m sure they would, but I don’t want you involved. If you give it to me I’ll pass it on. I’ve already given them a lot of stuff from unidentified sources. Unless you really want the FBI all up your ass, trying to decide if you can be trusted or not.”

“No thanks, I’ve got Bubba up my ass too often as it is. I don’t need anyone else up there. I want to give you what I’ve got, and you can decide how much to give them.”

“That works. Do you have a copy with no fingerprints on it?”

“No. I’ll have to copy it over.”

“Why don’t you have Alice do it? That way, she can handle it and only her prints and mine will be on the copy I hand to the FBI, and you can keep the original. If they ever run the prints, all they will find is me and her.”

Alice was resting her head on my shoulder, and she murmured “She and I”. Yes, dear.

“That would be good.”

“Alice, honey, can you do that?”

“As long as I can read the original.”

“Dimona can stay until you’re done. If you have any trouble she can read it to you.”

We all trooped back inside. I carried my screwdriver. Dimona carried her glass and the wine bottle. Alice carried her glass and her clothes. I guess I could have carried Alice in, but who would have carried my screwdriver? I’d made it too strong and I couldn’t just chug it.

Shanda just stared at Alice when she came in carrying all her clothes. Melanie asked “Did you have fun?”

Alice told her “It was cold out there, but I had to make sure that he didn’t forget about me while he was talking to another woman.”

Dimona said “I don’t think I’m a threat to you. If I couldn’t get into Coach’s bed when I was one of his students and he lived alone, I don’t think I can now that he has you.”

It only took a minute to copy Dimona’s list. There were several entries, with one labeled “movie”, another labeled “pony”, and a third one labeled “movie van”. I had Alice only copy those three over. No point in having the FBI jump into someone else’s face without a good reason. The ‘movie’ plate was from Kentucky. The ‘van’ plate was from Ohio. The ‘pony’ plate was from Pennsylvania.

I gave Dimona ten minutes to get well clear of the place before I called the FBI back. I still didn’t have Sandridge’s special line, so I called the public tip line again, introduced myself, and said I had another tip. This one was probably actionable, so if Sandridge could call me pretty soon that would be good.

Sandridge called me back in about 20 minutes. The FBI guy I talked to probably had to locate the local office and call them, then have them radio Sandridge, and then he had to get to where he could call me. By that time I was on the couch with Alice in my lap again.

Neither of us were watching TV with the girls, though. I was trying to get some milk from Alice’s breasts, and she was facing the wrong way to watch TV. I’m pretty sure that the girls weren’t really watching the TV any more, either. We were putting on a better show.

Melanie was giving a running commentary again. “See? That’s why we have to grow up bigger. If you shove a big pair of tits in a man’s face like that he loses his concentration. He just can’t think about anything else until you take the tits away. You can ask a man anything you want while he’s doing that, but his answer may not make any sense. Besides, he won’t remember it later.”

I had to carry Alice into the kitchen to answer the phone. “Wilkins.”

“Coach, this is Supervisory Agent Sandridge. What d’ya have?”

“I got another tip from someone who wants to help but doesn’t want to deal with you. He gave me a description and plates for the Kentucky car the movie guys were in, the Ohio van the girls were driven off in, and one of the cars that someone else who was outbid was in. That guy apparently drove away empty-handed. Do you want them?”

“Yes! We can track down who owns those vehicles. If there is any sort of match to who we are looking for, we can justify completely ransacking that property looking for the girls. Meet me in the same place?”

“Uh, no, I’ve been drinking. I wasn’t expecting another tip. I shouldn’t be driving, and Alice is even worse than I am. Can you come here?”

“To your house?”

“Yeah. This is important. I want those girls found and taken home.”

“I’ll be there in ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, see ya.”

I hung up the phone. “Honey, the FBI will be here in ten or fifteen minutes. I’m gonna insist that you not get dressed. I like you just fine the way you are. You can stay out here and keep me company, or you can go warm up the bed and I’ll be in there as soon as I can get rid of this list.”

Alice elected to go make sure the bed was warm, so I turned to the girls. “Ladies, the FBI will be coming by in a couple of minutes to get something. I will meet them out front, and I don’t plan to invite them in. If, somehow, they get inside the house, it would be nice if you were both properly dressed. Also, you saw nothing, heard nothing, and know nothing. You are Sergeant Schultz from Hogan’s Heroes, okay?”

Shanda gave me a really horrible attempt at a German accent. “I know nothINK!” and both girls giggled.

After a few minutes I went out front and waited on the porch in the same chair Dimona had sat in. It was in the best position to watch the driveway. I could have sat in the other chair, but I’d have had to move it. Why bother?

Before long Sandridge showed up in a black government car with Timmons driving; I couldn’t tell if it was the same one as before or not. I walked out to hand him the note, explaining that the three vehicles were labeled. The Lincoln was the movie producers’ car and the Ford van took the girls.

The Volvo was the man who tried to buy the girls but was outbid by the movie producers. I wasn’t ready to accuse him of a crime. Maybe he was a good guy, just buying the girls to get them out of the movie producers’ hands and he would have let them go as soon as they were somewhere safe.

The story I had heard, though, was that he had said that he ran a stable of pony-girls. I was pretty sure that meant that his women wore tack like they were horses and were made to prance around and pull carriages and stuff, so maybe the Feebies should check him out, too, even though he hadn’t actually succeeded in committing any crimes that we knew of. Unless ... was attempting to buy two teenaged girls at an auction for use in another state a crime?

Sandridge agreed that attempted purchase of a human being was a federal crime. It had been ever since Lincoln had signed the Emancipation Proclamation during the Civil War. Attempted acquisition of minors was another one. Even showing up at the auction and bidding could cost him some time in a federal institution.

Timmons said the agricultural statutes prohibited the use of minors as forced labor on a farm unless they were paid. There was an exception for family members, but that wouldn’t apply here. Making women act like horses sounded like forced farm work to him, but it would only be a crime under those statutes if they were minors. The labor laws had a lot to say about forced labor, though, so even if the man’s current ‘stable’ were adults they could bring him in and free his ‘herd’.

“So, yes, we will track down the Volvo as well. Thank you for this. How is your new family doing?”

“They are still excited. That’s why I’m out here talking to you. I want Shanda to have a good, safe home, but I’m not at all sure I want to live with two teenagers.”

They laughed and drove off. I did want Melanie and Shanda to live with me, but only if they were available for my bed. If I couldn’t stick my dick in either one, why have them? At least Melanie was 18. I could fuck her all I wanted. I was sure that our household would be watched, so Shanda would have to be off my menu until she was at least 17. If I had to live with Shanda running around the house naked whenever she wanted for the next two or three years before I could do anything about it, Alice and Melanie were going to get fucked pretty often.

After the feebies left, I went back in to face my fate. We had a pair of teenagers living in my house. Wasn’t it a truism that the thing that drove the most men to homicide was one or more teenaged daughters? Or maybe it was suicide. Well, as I’d said to Alice, at least we got to skip the ‘terrible twos’ with this one.

The girls were still on the couch watching TV. They were going to get fat if that was all they ever did; I’d have to make them do sports or something before long just to get them off the couch. Basketball was over for the year, of course. Track and Field was coming up, and in the spring maybe we could start a girls’ softball team.