Chapter 1: Three Trusting Daughters Lured Into a Trap

It was the day all three daughters had graduated high school and there probably wasn’t a person among the six of them who would have said it wasn’t the best day they’d had in a long time. Even so, it was still tinged with sadness for these special days were the days that the three girls, Jenny, Shawna and Rebecca, each missed her mom the most. It had been hard knowing that how proud each mom would have been if only she had been there to see her daughter graduate. On the other hand, the tragedy that had occurred had bonded the three girls like nothing else could. They were sisters, they had been made so by their grief, for it had been a single car accident so many years ago that all three moms had died in a single tragic accident. All three ladies had been traveling in the same car, coming back from their weekly Sunday night choir practice when the unthinkable had happened. It was unthinkable partially because, to that very day, not one of the girls was sure what had happened. A passing motorist had found the Freeman’s sedan, lying on its roof, the damage to the car indicating it had rolled over several times as it went down the steep embankment that lay to the right of the country road. From there it had caught on fire and there had been no survivors; the girls, already close friends from their time together in both church and school, now became infinitely more bonded together as the other two girls were the only ones who could have any idea just what they were going through. And so it was that, on this day, each girl consoled herself with the thought that her mom would want her to be happy, to celebrate her achievement, and felt proud in the knowledge that she was living the sort of life that her mom had always wanted for her. As the sun now hung low in the late evening sky, a round and orange ball of fire that made Mike Freeman squint as he piloted the minivan down the road towards his large suburban home, each member of their party was tired even though they still had plans for dinner.

“Brrr, I’m cold,” Mike’s daughter Rebecca now stated from the back of the minivan.

“Dad, can you turn the heat up please. Unlike you guys, us three girls are sitting back here with bare legs.”

This was news Mike didn’t need to be told for the forty-two year old father was already painfully aware of his eighteen year old daughter’s legs. While he may have been Rebeccas’s father, he was still a relatively young man and, due to his religious beliefs of no alcohol or gluttony, the blood in his veins coursed both freely and rapidly, often times much more freely and rapidly than he actually wished it would. He now stole a look in the rear-view mirror and, at the same time, looked out of the corner of his eye at Seamus McDonald sitting in the passenger captain’s chair. Unlike Mike, Seamus wasn’t even trying to be subtle. The greasy, balding fat man probably had a total of three hairs on his head and yet, there he was, pretending to look at himself in the

One of the girl’s classmates poses for an photograph in the official school uniform. mirror that was embedded in the passenger side sun visor. Meanwhile, it was so obvious that what he was actually trying to do was to use the mirror to try and spy on the three teen daughters as they sat in the minivan’s back seat. Indeed, if Rebecca, Jenny and Shawna hadn’t been so preoccupied, talking amongst themselves about the fact that they had actually just graduated from high school, they might have noticed, and been horribly revolted by this leering perverted father whose face was all double chins and sunken, hollow eyes as he now let his eyes drink in every detail of their young and firm eighteen year old bodies. Yet, Mike didn’t now blame the other father. After all, his heart started pounding and his cock stiffened each time he saw any one of the three girls too. It was the worst when they were attending school functions for then there were tons of young women there, all dressed exactly the same in their navy sweaters and plaid skirts with the tops of their white blouses peeking out from the collars of their sweaters while their navy-colored pantyhose covered their shapely legs and stuck out from the bottom of those achingly hot school girl skirts. Then it was like arousal overload, for everywhere Mike turned, there was just nothing but gorgeous, white teenage gash and he longed to be able to ravish it all, to just run over and grab ahold of each girl. His hands

would then ball into fists as he then ripped the horrified teen’s sweater apart. His hot and wet tongue would pop out of his mouth as his hands would quickly toss the torn sweater aside and then shred the rest of the girl’s clothes just as he had done to her formerly pretty sweater. But it was the sort of thing you just couldn’t do though, no matter how much you wanted to, not unless you wanted to spend the rest of your life in jail as well as being forever known as a social pariah. No, if you wanted to bury your rock hard cock in some juicy young cunt; that was the sort of thing that would take planning, perhaps even years of planning, but, if you did it right and you were patient, you may just finally get the life about which you had always dreamed. And that was the plan for tonight although not all of them knew it but, of the other two dads in the car, MIke thought they would quickly come around. Mike’s gray Dodge Caravan now made one last lazy turn onto the quiet residential street upon which he and Rebecca lived. He had faked forgetting his wallet and the eagerness of the other five people would be their downfall, he knew he could lure them into the house under the pretense of helping him look for what wasn’t even lost. He now pulled the minivan into the driveway, shoved the gear shift into park and then shut off the engine and, with a fake smile that he hoped didn’t betray just how nervous he actually felt, he turned 75 degrees in his seat and then spoke to the people behind him.

“You know, I can’t even remember the last time I saw it. I ... I think it will go faster if all six of us go into the house and help look. Whoever finds it, he or she gets dessert on me. O.K.”

There was a slight murmuring of agreement from the three girls and from Jenny’s father Rick but it was obvious no one was thrilled about climbing out of the van and going into the house, just to come back out as soon as Mike’s mythical lost wallet had been found. But the grizzled forty-two year old whose hair had, in the past couple years, gone from stark black to more and more of a salt and pepper color was right in his assumption. No one was going to say no; no one would dare to appear selfish or unhelpful. For they had all been raised devout in the Catholic faith and they had all been told that service to others was indeed service to God so all six of them now trooped out of the van and headed towards the front door of the house. Mike’s hand shook so much as he put the key in the front door’s lock that he could barely get it in there and, while the house was both dark and quiet, he had expected to see more signs of a break in. In the end, he supposed that it was good that he didn’t for that would mean there was less risk of tipping off the others. There was a part of him that still couldn’t believe he was doing this; that he was carrying out the final steps of his plan. The tumblers in the lock now moved like butter for Mike had lubed them with WD-40 just this morning. He wasn’t leaving anything to chance, he didn’t know if he had the guts to try a second time to turn his greatest fantasy into reality. His stomach was doing back-flips and his heart was pounding in his chest while, at the same time, it felt like it was rising in his throat and threatening to cut off his oxygen. Still, he stepped inside the front foyer and, with his right hand, flipped on the light. Nothing looked out of the ordinary; in fact, nothing appeared to have been touched.