Chapter 1: fleeting seduction

Abigail Crittenden, the housekeeper as well as caregiver for young William Barrington, walked into Mr. Barrington's den and set her cup of fresh tea down on the desk. Her gaze lifted to the monitor screen to check young William. With a gasp, she stared at the monitor in astonishment for several seconds, her face registering total disbelief. Her sixteen-year-old charge was not only fully nude below the waist, but he only wore a torn undershirt above the waist, and even more astonishingly, he was smiling. But, why wouldn't he smile? He had company, female company. She seemed to be completely nude and she was... Oh! She was, wasn't she?

"No, she couldn't be, could she?" Abigail's voice quavered as she reached out to the adjustment controls and tweaked the control knobs to gain a better camera angle.

"Ohmigod, she is!" Abigail stared intently at movement of the two feverishly mating bodies on the screen, her voice heavy with disbelief.

There before her eyes, her sixteen-year-old charge was seated upright in his powered wheelchair, his arms tightly gripping the arms of the chair, just as he should be. However, that was all that was right with the picture, everything else was wrong, terribly wrong. For he wasn't sitting alone in the chair as he should be, instead, he was smiling into the face of a young female child who sat spraddle legged on his lap. No, sat was a bad description, bounced was more accurate. Somehow the little vixen had managed to ensconce herself in William's lap, her legs crammed between William's arms, his body and the arm rests of his powered wheelchair. Her belly was tight against William's and her own arms were being used to assist her to move herself against him.

The way that minx was moving she was obviously... they were obviously... Abigail felt so revolted that she couldn't force herself to pronounce the word, even to herself. Then she realized that it didn't matter what the word she used was, those two children were obviously engaged in sexual congress. The worst part was that they were doing it while Abigail was in charge of William's care and well being.

"That little BITCH!" Abigail growled vehemently. "How could she do that to him? How could she do this to me? I'm supposed to care for him and protect him and she's here, doing that?"

Somehow Abigail was so fascinated with the scene she was seeing that she couldn't move away from the screen. She stood as if she was petrified, her mind asking many questions and receiving no answers.

"Who was she? Why was she doing this? Where did she come from? How had she found William? Was he a victim? Or even worse, was he a willing participant? What should Abigail do? How could she stop them before it was too late?"

Ah, she knew the answer to that question. Suddenly she snapped out of her immobility. She had to put a stop to this idiocy, now!

Feet slapping the floor in anger, Abigail stood and marched toward the door. Her hand had barely touched the knob when she heard an unbelievable sound, a youthful male voice groaning as if in pain or relief. She paused and turned, staring at the monitor's screen as the unbelievable happened. Young William's hips were thrusting upward; his face twisted into a look or either agony or ecstasy. His female companion had thrown her head back and was now squealing in delight. Her hands were clamping spasmodically as they raked William's expose shoulders with digging nails, leaving bright red trails of peeled skin and flesh. In seconds, blood welled up, then began to ooze from his tender flesh.

Abigail paused, then her shoulders slumped. Ohmigod, what now? It was obviously too late. The loud moan and the squealing cry had manifestly announced that if there was any damage, it had already been done. Young William now sat there with a stunned look of blissful happiness on his face while the even younger female lifted her head slowly from a short rest against William's shoulder. To Abigail's astonishment, the girl lifted herself upward and leaned forward, kissing her young lover on the lips. With that accomplished, she lifted up even more, wriggled from side to side, then backwards, to slide off his lap. She bent fluidly to scoop a filmy pair of panties and a small sun dress from the floor.

Looking directly at William, the vixen grinned, ran her fingers down along her tight youthful tummy, down further to draw them between her thighs. Lifting them to her lips and winking at William broadly, she licked them clean. Then with the pursed lips of a flashing kiss at the air in his general direction and a wave of her still damp fingers, she moved fluidly out of the camera's view.

Only then did it register on Abigail that the fleeing female figure looked so young, so very young, younger than the sixteen-year-old boy she had certainly seduced. Her face hadn't looked much more than ten or twelve years old, but... at least she did have small breasts. Abigail had thought she'd noticed that, hadn't she? She'd have to check the tapes, but from the way the young girl had acted, she must at least be past puberty.

Even so, the idea of such an open display of blatant sexuality was astonishing. Abigail was shocked to the core that a young gentleman like William would even consider such a thing. But how dare the young floozy take advantage of a handicapped young gentleman like William? However, he must have been a willing accomplice. What a revolting development. She knew she had to do something about it and that was bound to ruin what had been a perfectly fine week.

Suddenly Abigail had another thought, she was almost positive they hadn't used protection. A glance at the monitor screen and she saw young William's now flaccid penis still exposed and completely bare. No, they hadn't used protection. Now she had another worry.

Controlling her impulse to immediately confront young William, Abigail instead swapped a new tape into the monitoring system and sat back to drink her tea. Even though it revolted her she knew she should review the earlier tape with the aim of finding out if there was anything she should know. She knew she was going to have to call young William's parents about this incident and thought she should have some basis of knowledge of exactly what had happened previous to her noticing the flagrant display of youthful sexuality.

Abigail watched the tape, but was astounded how blatant the young hussy's actions were. Then too, it was amazing how short the time span was between the time she almost magically appeared and the time she gave her triumphant squeal of conquest. Sighing over that, Abigail realized that William knew her routine as well as she did. Every morning at preciously ten, she always brewed a cup of tea. The way the trollop and young Master William acted, this couldn't have been the first time they'd had a quick daylight rendevous either. Their timing wasn't accidental; it was planned.

Noting that William had hardly moved and seemed to be dozing quietly, Abigail quickly copied the short period when he had fallen into his nap onto the end of the original tape. Then she reinstalled the original tape into the monitoring circuit, and wiped the copy of the short period the second tape had recorded.

After taking the time to sip her tea and calm her nerves, she reached for the telephone. She wanted to be able to act annoyed and aggravated when she spoke to Mrs. Barrington, but she wanted to have all her wits about her as well. That way she wouldn't have to take any major blame over this episode. Mrs. Barrington was a very understanding woman. Abigail was certain now that the worst that could happen was that she would be chastised for allowing William to know the rigid schedule she maintained for the time of her personal breaks.

Mrs. Diane Barrington was a very understanding woman. She managed to handle Abigail's overblown and sensationalistic description of what she'd seen with just the right tone of voice and the proper wording to ease the worries that Abigail radiated over the telephone. The one thing she made sure she mentioned was that she wanted to be the first to speak to Will about his actions. In fact, she forced herself to be very firm as she spoke to Abigail about it, making sure that she used the correct tone of authority in her voice. Once she was off the telephone though, she could allow her face to relax into a gleeful grin as she mentally congratulated her son and his friend for putting one over Abigail. Unlike Abigail, she'd been raised to believe that sexual experimentation wasn't sinful or wrong, just as long as it wasn't injurious to anyone involved.

"Way to go, Willy!" She said quietly with a proud grin as she glanced at her tightly shut office door. "But dammit, boy, how do I manage to handle your father? And, what do I do about that harridan your daddy's mama managed to foist off on us as a caregiver? If ever you've left me with a hot potato to handle, Wil, this has got to be it."

She sighed and leaned back in thought. First things first, just how was she going to handle Harold. Hmm, why not the way she had done when she seduced him the first time; she'd get him right where she wanted him, hint a little, let him make the first move, then take over. It had worked then, why not now, she grinned to herself? Why try to improve on something that worked? She wasn't out for kudos, all she wanted were results. With that in the back of her mind, and thinking on her feet, she picked up the telephone.

"Hello. Harold here." Her husband answered his cell phone.

"Hello, dear." She sighed softly. "I just got a call from our extremely agitated nanny."

"I wish you wouldn't call her a nanny, Diane. She's our caregiver for our slightly impaired son."

"Well, she acts like a damn nanny and your son has just proved to me that he's a lot less impaired than we give him credit for." She snapped. "He got himself laid, right under your family's vaunted caregiver's nose. She only caught a view of the tryst by sheer chance and by the time she did anything, the little gal that had finished the deed with your son. Your family's oh so proper nanny said that the young female took the time to make sure our son had finished, then skipped off as if she hadn't a care in the world."

"What?"

"Unh huh. I thought that would get your attention." Diane held a smile from forming on her lips. "Abigail spent so much time staring at them doing the deed that she didn't even manage to get there in time to find out the little gal's name."

"Oh God. What are we going to do?"

"Wow!" Diane thought as she struggled to suppress a quick grin. "I actually got the damn stuffed shirt to swear aloud. He is upset."

"Oh my! I knew I'd have to handle it, so I took a few minutes to do some thinking." Diane faked a deep sigh. "First off, I do think I have to handle talking to Wil, or it's gonna get screwed up. Abigail would simply make Will feel guilty as hell and we don't need that. It's natural for a sixteen-year-old kid to get horny, or do you remember what a certain sixteen-year-old kid did with his fifteen-year-old neighbour a few years ago?"

"Hey, you wanted that as much as I did."

"And do you suppose there's any difference with your son and his paramour? What would you have felt like if Abigail had suddenly appeared at your elbow spouting fire and brimstone?"

"Oh Hell!" He swore and since she'd made the man who used about two swear words a year use up his whole allotment in one conversation, she knew she'd gotten through to him. " You're right. You or I will have to talk to him, not her. Poor William doesn't need that."

"Poor William, my ass!" Diane snapped, then finally let herself laugh slightly. "Actually, he's made Abigail look like an ass."

"He has, hasn't he?" Harold snorted. "Us too, I suppose, just for depending on her."

"If you want to know, I think the problem is that Abigail treats him like he's handicapped and he really isn't, he's just weak. Once he has another operation or two, if we aren't careful, we're going to have a rebellious little hellion on our hands. Abigail won't be able to handle him then, that's for sure."

"Okay, if you've been thinking about it, what do you think we should do?"

"Well, I've got some extra time off coming and there are only two days left this week. I think I should go home as soon as I can today. That way Abigail won't have a chance to screw things up any more than she already has. I'll go talk to the boss and explain that we have a family problem. Since I have a good reason, I'll be able to take the next two days off as family emergency days. Then I'll take the following two weeks off as holidays."

"And Abigail?"

"Well, I'll phone her when I get off the phone to you and hope I get through in time to prevent any chance of a confrontation between her and our son. When I get home, I'll explain that I want to handle the problem myself. That way I think I can get her to accept the idea of taking the rest of the week and two additional weeks as holidays. If I can do that, it will give me time to calm things down."

"But then we'd still have the Abigail problem in two weeks."

"Ah, that's where you come in." Diane smiled. "Your cousin has been trying to steal Abigail away from us for a couple of years to look after her little monster. Abigail is due for a raise, but if I act a bit upset about this screw up and hint that a raise might be a while coming because of the situation, that will set the stage. Then, if your cousin calls Abigail at home and just happens to offer her a good sized raise to go to work for her, I'll bet Abigail will grab the chance. She'll call me back tomorrow and regretfully quit, knowing that I'll have a couple of weeks to find someone else. All you have to do is set up your cousin to offer enough money that Abigail's greed kicks in."

"Oh, that sounds perfect. Do you think you can find a replacement as good as Abigail in only two weeks though?"

"Dear, I can have a replacement as good as Abigail there in an hour and on the job in two." Diane snapped. "All I'd have to do is look for a retired Army Top Sergeant who could heat beans and use a broom to shift the dust and dirt in the house from one spot to another. After all, that all that Abigail does. The rest of the qualifications she has are in the army manual under the job description for a Master Sergeant. Abigail is nothing more than a strict unforgiving tyrant with a penchant for order, but in her case it's blended with a laziness that knows no bounds."