Chapter 4

We got an early morning flight and made it back to New York half an hour before the bus was scheduled to arrive. The afternoon traffic was bad, as usual, and I offered the cab driver an extra hundred if he could get us there in time. He made it by ten seconds. I paid him and we grabbed our bags, as the bus turned the corner at the end of the block.

A child services agent, Jose, was waiting for the bus too. We quickly explained our situation.

He guided the kids inside as he said, “You can’t just grab a child off a bus, that’s kidnapping! You have to follow the process! If you’re her father, you can do the paperwork inside and get her once a background check clears. If you’re not one of her parents, you need to go through the foster process, put in an application, have a background check, get a home inspection, and so on. If you get approved and she’s still available, THEN one of us will bring her to you. It takes at least a few weeks, but that’s the process. If there are no issues with your wife, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“But, I’m not married. Sarah is Renee’s sister and I’m Sarah’s dad. Can’t you do something, since the two of them are related?”

“The sister can visit her, but for safety reasons single men rarely get custody of a girl they’re not related to. There’s a chance, but only a small one. Do you want to start the paperwork anyway?”

I reluctantly filled out the stack of forms, as Sarah went to see her sister. My hand hurt like crazy by the time I was done. I wondered why they couldn’t just computerize the process? Typing is so much quicker, and the data could be handled much faster and more reliably. If somebody writes badly or mis-spells one name on a form, a kid goes thousands of miles for no good reason. Or worse could happen.

I wanted to see Renee too, but they apparently needed to copy the information from my forms onto some other forms, and get it approved so somebody could fill out another form. I bit my lip and clenched my fists in frustration.

When we got home, Sarah told me some very upsetting news.

“Daddy, I didn’t want to tell you where anybody else might hear. Something very bad happened on the bus. During the night, two men took Renee to the back of the bus and raped her, over and over. She didn’t tell anybody, because she was scared. She didn’t know the men and says there wasn’t a camera, so they probably can’t be caught. They said if she told anybody, they would find her and bring their friends to do it again. She’s so scared and upset! We have to do something! I can’t let that happen to her again!”

I held her and tried to calm her. “That’s awful! I’m doing what I can. If we can convince whoever is in charge that I’m a good dad, maybe I can adopt her.”

I called an adoption lawyer, and he said the best I could do to speed the process was pay the fee to expedite the background check. He also reminded me there was only about a ten percent chance I could adopt a girl, since I wasn’t married.

One day the next week, Sarah wanted to go out for breakfast. I suggested several places as she led me along, but she had a place in mind. There was a line of about fifteen customers waiting to go inside, all men. As we walked in we saw a crowd waiting to be served. Again, they were almost all men. I saw a menu board on the wall and at the top it said, “Amy’s Bistro.”

Two college-age girls were taking orders and serving coffee as fast as they could. They wore red v-neck t-shirts with no bras. I could see the shape of their nipples! I could easily see their nice cleavage! When we were next in line to order, I saw Amy making sandwiches. The beautiful blonde we met on the flight to Chicago was also wearing a v-neck t-shirt, but hers was white. I could see her cleavage, the shape of her nipples, and the outline of her areolas through the thin shirt! She was stunning! Gorgeous!

She noticed me and waved us toward the back. She told a girl, “Mona, do sandwiches awhile. I’m taking a break.”

Amy led Sarah and I out the back, to the alley. She lit a cigarette and so did Sarah. Amy looked at me and said, “She says you want to invest in my restaurant?”

I looked at Sarah. “I do?”

Sarah joked, “Now Amy just needs to say it, and you’re married!”

Amy and I were both a little alarmed. In unison, we said; “WHAT?”

She explained; “This is SIMPLE, but you want to make it SO COMPLICATED! She has the hots for you, and you want to screw her brains out. Why mess around with excuses?”

Amy and I were both shocked. “But ... ah ... I ... ah...”

“I met her daughter Melissa, and she’s nice. I like her. We would make a good family. Why are you two wasting time and making it so hard?”

“Amy needs some money, and you have lots of money. SIMPLE!”

“You need a wife, so we can save my sister. Amy wants a dad for her daughter. SIMPLE!”

“Amy isn’t sure about getting married because she likes girls too. I think she’s really hot! SIMPLE!”

Amy tried to interject, “But you’re only...”

She held Amy’s hand as she continued. “And he already does stuff in bed with me, so he won’t mind if I’m with you too. SIMPLE!”

I froze in panic. Amy freaked out, “NO! Go away! Just NO!” She ran inside and locked the door.

I stared at Sarah with my mouth hanging open in surprise. When I could gather the words to speak, I put my hands on her shoulders. “Do you understand what you’ve done? If she tells anybody, I’m gonna die in prison! And you’ll go back to the orphanage!”

I held her hand tightly and led her back home. She tried telling me everything would be fine, but I was VERY worried. At home I tried to decide what to wear when the cops kicked the door in and arrested me. I decided on a suit, they rarely beat up people in suits. I made sure I had my lawyer’s phone number in my phone and made sure I had one of his business cards in my wallet. I put my jewelry in the safe so it wouldn’t be stolen from me in jail.

To my amazement, nothing happened all day, other than Sarah repeatedly telling me things would be fine. At supper time, I asked her, “How did you know she wouldn’t call the cops?”

“I had no idea. I didn’t think about that part.”

“WHAT?”

She laughed playfully, “KIDDING! I knew, because when you went to the bathroom at the pizza place in Chicago, she looked at my boobs and my butt. She really does want me. She’s just ashamed to admit it.”

I exclaimed, “OHMYGAWD! That makes this whole thing even more wrong! But much hotter, too.” She chuckled naughtily with me.

The next day, Sarah went back to school and I went back to work. The adoption lawyer told me the decision on me fostering or adopting Renee would take another eight or ten days.

I was in the middle of a complicated project, when Sarah called and asked if she could have a friend over after school. I told her “OK” and got back to work.

She was watching a comedy show on the couch when I finished working. Somebody loudly knocked on the door until I opened it. It was AMY!

She shouted, “My daughter called and said she’s here! Where is she?”

Sarah reassured her, “She’s fine. She’s in the bathroom.”

Amy pulled out a switchblade knife and pointed it at me! “You sleep with a teenage girl and now you lured Melissa over here! How dare you try to hurt my daughter too!”

I held my hands up and slowly backed away. “I never touched your daughter! I never hurt anybody! Have I ever hurt you, Sarah? Or made you do anything you didn’t want to do?”

Sarah picked a very bad time to be a joker again. “You made me do algebra last night.”

“But...”

She looked at Amy and said, “He’s only been good to me. I had nowhere to go, and he gave me a nice place to live. He treats me great! I love him. He wouldn’t do anything bad to anybody. Really! Please, give him a chance!”

Amy walked near me and demanded, “Tell me you won’t hurt my little girl!”

“Never! I like kids, that’s why I’m spending thousands of dollars and weeks of time trying to help Sarah’s sister Renee! I’d never hurt a child!”

Amy leaned forward and stared into my eyes. “I believe you.” She put away the knife.

She set her purse on a chair, grabbed me, then shoved her tongue in my mouth. I hugged her and kissed her back. She was so beautiful! So sexy! Her thigh pushed against my groin, and I quickly got a stiffy. I sucked her lower lip and stared into her beautiful blue eyes!

A small voice asked, “Mom, is that your boyfriend? Will he be my new dad?”

We moved apart a little and looked at little Melissa. Amy looked at me, as I said; “If she lets me? Will you marry me, Amy?”

Sarah loudly reminded her, “SIMPLE! Go with simple!”

Amy started tearing up as she said, “Yes!”

She kissed me again and said, ‘You girls find something to do, we need to have a grown-up talk in his room”.

Melissa not-very-quietly whispered to Sarah, “They’re gonna fuck.”

Amy turned and said, “It’s none of your business, but yes, we’re going to MAKE LOVE, little miss nosey.”

We kissed some more, as she pushed me toward the bed. She reached behind and unhooked her bra as I pulled my shirt off.

In a little-girl voice, Sarah teased; “Grown-ups kissing, EEEW! Learn to shut a door, people!” I heard the door click, as Amy unzipped my pants.

I reached in a drawer for a condom, but Amy said; “I’m on the pill, but I want more kids sometime. If you’re really going to marry me?” She stared into my eyes.

“Absolutely! I want more kids, and I want you sitting in my lap at our grandkids’ birthday parties! I barely know you, but I love you already!” I stared at her in her wondrous nude glory.

“I love you too! Now get those boxers off!”

“Boring missionary position” with her was great! She smoked as I did her doggy style, and it was even better! I laid partially on top of her as she had a second cigarette in the afterglow. She said, “Until today, I had the best orgasm of my life imagining what it would be like to watch you do this with Sarah! But that thing you did with your fingers! OOOHHH! Did you have sex with her in this bed?”

“Many times.”

She sniffed the sheet. “Oooh! The scent of the two of you! WOW! Uh ... would you mind if ... uh ... sometime...”

“If you want a night with Sarah, I think that can be arranged. She told me she thinks you’re super-hot.”

“That would be nice. But I was trying to ask if I could watch you two?”

“ABSOLUTELY! Any time you want! And if you want to watch me lick her while you ride me, I have absolutely no problem with that!”

“Hahaha! I didn’t think you would! Tonight, please?” She kissed me again and I tasted her smoky mouth.

There was a knock at the door and Sarah said, “Are you two ok? We haven’t heard any grunting or bed squeaks for at least five minutes.”

“Sarah, find something for Melissa to do, then get your little butt in here.”