Chapter 12

I repeated both conversations with Ms. Richards to Bonnie exactly as they had occurred.

"Mike, this Cunningham character scares me. Ms. Richards said he introduced himself as a doctor and said he was a colleague of Dr. Franks. I don't think a doctor would be bringing a forged document in to get information. He'd go through the proper channels."

"I agree with you Bonnie. There is something wrong about him. Thelma tells me she has removed mine and Beth's files from the cabinet they were in and hid them. She says they are someplace no one will find them, so I don't think he'll get anything through the school. I'll ask Thelma to call Dr. Franks tomorrow and warn him what his colleague is up to."

"I guess that's about all we can do. I sure would like to know who he is and what he wants the information for."

We sat in silence for a few minutes then I asked, "So, what do you think, Bonnie? Is Thelma coming on to me?"

"My first reaction is to say yes. Then again, she may be impressed by your IQ and be asking for advice. I'd say to just let her take the initiative and see what comes up. I'm sure she's not going to try to rape you or anything, so let her make the moves. At any rate, you gave her some good advice, so you have nothing to feel bad about."

"Thank you, Bonnie. I just don't want to get into an awkward situation where someone gets hurt."

"You don't have much of a choice, Mike. If she opens herself up to being hurt, just try to ease her down as easily as possible."

"Thanks lovely lady. I knew I could count on you for some good advice."

I picked up the girls after school and brought them home. We sat on the patio for a little over an hour, munching on chips and drinking sodas. When I thought it was about time football practice was letting out, we all got in the Suburban and went to Betty's.

We were hungry so we ordered two large pizzas. That took a few minutes for everyone to agree on toppings. The pizzas had just arrived and we were digging in when Butterman came in. Bonnie gave him a big smile again, and this time she said, "Hi."

"Hi yourself, pretty girl," Butterman answered. "You must be new here. I haven't seen you around school much."

"Yes, I am new. I just started here this week. I'm Bonnie, by the way."

"Well, hello Bonnie. I'm Jim Butterman."

"Oh I know who you are. Everyone knows the captain of the football team."

"Look Bonnie, I have to meet some friends right now, but would you want to go out with me tomorrow night?"

"That would be nice, Jim. Why don't you meet me here at 7:00 tomorrow night. I'll be looking forward to it."

He left us with a smirk and never a glance at Missy. "This guy is a jerk," I said to no one in particular. "If he felt bad about how things went with Missy he'd have told her so. I still want to cut his dick off. Would you like to start your collection with his cock Sharon?"

"No way lover. It's hard to tell what kind of disease he might have. If you do cut it off, be sure to wear rubber gloves, and dispose of it where innocent people won't be contaminated."

"You wouldn't want it for a cocksickle then?"

"I wouldn't suck it with someone else's mouth," Sharon said.

"Calm down guys," Bonnie went into mother mode. "I don't want anyone else hearing you."

I blushed. "I'm sorry Bonnie. I guess I wouldn't either."

They all laughed at me, but everyone knew what I meant. We finished our pizzas and took off. As we got into the car I asked, "Are we going to pay a visit to the Christofersons tonight?"

"I think tonight would be a fine night for a visit," Bonnie agreed. "Let's plan on leaving the house around 10:30."

"Awh gee. I planned to be in bed by then," I teased.

"Michael, you can postpone your libidinous thoughts until after our visit," Bonnie told me. "Since you've tested out of all of your Monday, Wednesday, and Friday classes, you don't even have to go to school tomorrow."

"Yes Mommie," I said as I wheeled the car into our driveway.

We killed time until Bonnie said we should leave for Missy's foster parents. I took the time to go through the business news, but didn't see anything interesting.

When we pulled up in front of the Christoferson house, it was dark. Evidently we had timed it just right. Missy wasn't sure of what to do, so we showed her how to link her mind with ours. Bonnie led the way, and we invaded Darrel first. God what a quagmire. This man was a slime bucket and the state allowed him to be a foster parent.

Not only was this guy having sex with the fourteen year old girl and the nine year old girl who were staying with him now, he had had sex with nearly every young girl who had stayed with them over the last twenty years. Fortunately for us, he had kept a pictorial record of most of his conquests.

Betty was just as bad as her husband. She had participated in seducing or raping the young girls, one was only six years old. She had been his photographer and had choreographed many of the scenes they had set up. She loved to watch her husband fuck a girl while she rode her face.

They had a special room in their basement behind a panel with bondage equipment and photographic equipment. This was also where all of their special pictures were stored.

"God! What a pair!" I said. "So, what do we do now?"

"I guess we give the information to Phil," Bonnie said.

"I have an idea," Missy said.

"What is it?" Bonnie asked.

"What if I went to the police and told them the Christofersons had tried to rape me. I could say they dragged me to this room in the basement but that I'd gotten away."

"It could work," I said, "but you'd have to have a pretty detailed story. They'll ask you questions for hours and try to mess up your story."

"I know that," Missy agreed. "If you guys stayed in my mind and helped me though, they shouldn't be able to shake me."

"That would be some pretty close mental contact Sweety. Are you ready for that?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes, I'm very ready for that."

"Okay, we need to find out a good time that this is supposed to have happened," I said. "That means we need to go back into these sick minds to find a time when they were alone. We can look at tonight first. If we're lucky we won't have to go any further."

"I agree," Bonnie told us. "It is a very brave thing you're going to do, Missy."

"Bonnie, I have to do something to help those other girls. If I let it go on I'd hate myself."

We went back in. Oh God help me! I wanted to go in and kill both of them. I wanted it bad. I know Sharon could sense that. She took my hand and held it while we made our entry.

We were lucky. Tonight had been a quiet evening for them. The girls who were staying there had gotten into trouble for fighting and had been sent to bed at 8:00. The two boys had been out playing basketball until 10:00 and had just made it in before they had to be in bed. That left a two hour window during which Missy could say it had happened.

We went home, and as I drove we all offered suggestions as to how it could have happened. "We need to keep things as near to the truth as we can," I said. "We can say I drove Missy over here to pick up some things she needed. We can say I waited in the car while she tried to get what she wanted. We can say the Christofersons didn't know I was waiting in the car."

"Those are all true statements," Bonnie said. "Now though we have to deviate from it a little."

By the time we got home we had a pretty convincing tale made up for Missy to tell. We all knew every detail of the story, and with all of us helping each other it would be pretty hard to shake.

"The only problem I see with it is the lack of physical evidence," Bonnie said. "I'm not sure an accusation is enough to get a search warrant."

"You're right," I said. "I hadn't thought of that."

"If Mike could take me back over there," Missy said. "I could go in and get a picture or two from the room."

"That's a good idea Missy," Bonnie said, "but, let's all go. You and Mike can go in the house and the rest of us will monitor everyone else in the house and make sure they stay asleep."

I was pulling back out of our driveway even as she spoke. Missy opened the door with her key when we got there and she and I went into the house. We turned on lights as we needed them, knowing no one was going to notice.

The basement was paneled, and we knew just which panel to press on to gain entry. The pictures were in an unlocked filing cabinet, and we went through them until we found a couple we could use. One showed Darrel sodomizing a girl who couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old. In another, Betty was holding a little girl down while Darrel screwed her. The look on the girls face brought tears to my eyes.

We turned out the lights and left. When we got back to the house, we decided we should go in to the police station to make the complaint. We decided Missy needed some bruises to prove her point, so I lightly grasped her right arm and Bonnie did the same to her left. We caused non-painful bruises to form where our fingers made contact. I then caused a large bruise to form around her right eye, giving her one heck of a shiner.

"Honey, if someone touches one of your bruises you need to flinch and say ouch or something like it hurts," I told Missy.

"Maybe we should let them hurt Mike. I want this to be realistic. I can stand a little pain to put these two away."

After some argument, we finally agreed. The bruises were impressive by the time we reached police headquarters.

We talked to a desk sergeant first and then he called in a detective. The detective introduced himself as Detective Morris. We introduced ourselves and he asked Missy what had happened.

"Mike took me over to my foster parent's place tonight to pick up some things I needed. I'm filing for manumission and I've been staying with Bonnie until everything gets straightened out. I work for Bonnie at MBBS Enterprises."

"Okay, I was wondering what your relationship was to these people. Mike, are you Bonnie's son?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"Go on Missy," Morris encouraged.

"Mr. Christoferson has been making passes at me for quite a while. That is the main reason I am filing for manumission. I thought I'd be safe with Mike waiting in the car, but I guess I forgot to tell them he was waiting."

She paused and took a sip of water. "As soon as I got inside, Mr. Christoferson grabbed me and said it was time I learned a lesson. I tried to pull away, but his wife grabbed my other arm. They dragged me down to the basement and opened up this secret room that they have. I was scared to death because there were all kinds of strange looking things in the room."

"What kinds of things, Missy?"

"Well, you know sometimes you see in an old movie where they have someone chained to the wall? They had those things. They also had handcuffs and I think you call them leg irons. The had blindfolds and whips. I was starting to panic."

Missy took another sip of water. "Mrs. Christoferson pulled some pictures out of a cabinet and said that they were going to do this to me. She said they had fun with all of their girls and it was time I did my share. I started to cry and Mr. Christoferson hit me in the eye."

Missy sobbed for a few minutes then Morris asked, "How did you get away from them Missy?"

"I guess Mike had gotten tired of waiting because the doorbell rang. Mr. Christoferson whirled around and I broke loose and ran. I grabbed a couple of the pictures and was up the stairs before they even realized I was running."

"Did you bring the pictures with you Missy?" you could hear the excitement in Morris' voice when he asked.

Missy opened her purse and handed the pictures to the detective. His eyes grew wide and then he grinned. "I'm not grinning about what's in the pictures, Missy. I'm grinning because we're going to hang the bastards. Did they touch you sexually or anything like that?"

"No sir. They just grabbed my arms and Mr. Christoferson hit me. Mrs. Christoferson had just picked up some handcuffs when Mike rang the bell."

"Missy, you are a very brave young lady for coming in like this. I'm going to try to make this as easy on you as possible. I will need for you to see a doctor though, and they will take some pictures of your bruising. I'll also need for you and Mike to come in tomorrow to talk with an assistant DA. He'll want you to make a deposition stating what happened."

"We'll do that detective. Do I need to see a specific doctor?"

"Yes. Missy. I'll have a uniformed officer take you to the hospital. They'll know what to do. I'll make an appointment with the DA and call you in the morning about that."

"So what happens now?" Bonnie asked.

"As soon as you guys leave for the hospital, I'm going to wake up a judge and get a search warrant. With luck, I'll have it within the hour, and a few minutes after that about twenty people are going to be knocking on the Christoferson's door. I'll be in front of all of them."