Chapter 2

Our days at the orphanage were totally boring. We had nothing to do but sit around, so Hazel and I spent a lot of time in bed. Hazel's cleared pussy was attractive to me, and I learned the joys of cunnilingus. I particularly enjoyed observing Hazel's face as I sucked and nibbled on her clit. I could usually bring her to orgasm, sometimes more than once in a session.

Hazel took delight in shaving off my hair, particularly that on my balls. Every once in a while, she would tease me with the threat to slip and cut my balls off, but both of us knew that she was not serious. She seemed to have so much fun doing it that she shaved me much more often than was completely necessary, but I "got even" by shaving her pussy every time she did me. I know I had fun doing it, so it was truly a case of "turn about is fair play."

We were supposed to be released on our 18^th birthday, so I wondered when they were going to start training me for a job. Several times, I asked at the office about this, but I always got the run around, so I began to suspect something was going on, but I didn't know what it was.

We had computers in our private rooms that were networked to the main computer, so I decided to hack into the main computer and see if I could find out what the normal sequence of events was. Man, was I in for a surprise!

The main computer had only the simplest sort of protection: a one-word password. On a hunch, based on the sloppy security I had found so far, I tried using the first name of the director of the orphanage. Bingo! I wondered how people could be that foolish, but I think that it was arrogance that was the real cause.

Anyway, I looked up my name on the computer and found that I was listed as being trained to be a machinist. I was supposed to have started the training the first week after I had been enrolled in the orphanage. I found that some company was being paid to train me, and they were getting extra money because I had started in the program late and needed extra training.

Hazel was being treated the same way, except that she was being trained as an office manager. She was being trained by the same company that had the contract for me, so I decided to find what I could about other references to Basic Training Corp. in the computer. I found that approximately half the kids in the orphanage were being "trained" by Basic Training Corp. Now I knew there was something crooked going on. It was certainly time for some simple detective work.

Hazel and I asked as many of the kids as we could find without causing a furor about how much training they had received. The universal answer was, "What training?" I went back to the computer and checked on the rest of the kids. It turned out that there were three companies that had all of the training contracts from the orphanage, and neither Hazel nor I had been able to find a single case of a kid actually being trained.

Talk about fraud! Wheesh! Now, the next question was what to do about it. Some person or people were getting close to half a million dollars in training money and were doing nothing to earn it. The basic problem was that I would be laughed at if I tried to accuse the people at the orphanage of fraud. Who would believe a kid? Something else was needed.

I talked it over with Hazel and decided that the computer was the way to go. Most people have an unreasonable belief that what they see on a computer display is gospel truth, so I would give that a try. I found a table of organization and located the names and e-mail addresses of the regional director and some of the other higher-up managers in the orphanage hierarchy. To them I sent an "official report" written in very formal language accusing the locals of mismanagement and fraud, and it was signed by William Artemis, President and CEO of Confidential Investigations, LLC. I gave a bogus e-mail address I had cooked up that would let me get any correspondence, but could not be traced back to me at the orphanage.

I sent this off and waited for results. About a week later, one message came back wanting to know who had hired Confidential Investigations. This one was from the regional director. Another message came back with a request for detailed information. This one was from the top of the system's food chain, namely, the office of the Secretary of Human Services. That was all I ever got, but the latter message was enough to whet my appetite for blood.

I sent off another message to the Secretary's office with a detailed listing of the charges made on behalf of three children at the orphanage. I said that more information was available if it was needed.

Eight days later, the shit hit the fan. The orphanage was raided by federal marshals and a whole string of people were arrested. A few days later, an e-mail came in to Confidential Investigations asking for a face-to-face meeting. Shit! Now I was caught. Nothing to do but confess my sins. I sent out an e-mail explaining what had happened and saying that I would be happy to meet with a representative of the Secretary's office, but they would have to provide transportation, because my entire assets at the moment consisted of 37 cents.

I figured that I would never hear anything else from the Secretary's office, but I was surprised again four days later when a gentleman in a business suit in very fashionable orange and green showed up at the reception desk and asked to see William Artemis. I have to confess that I was awestruck when I found out that the man who was visiting me was Special Assistant to the Secretary of Human Services. WOW! This was one of the top dogs!

He took Hazel and me out to lunch at a ritzy restaurant and fed us the finest meal that either of us had ever eaten. I had explained that Hazel had assisted me in the investigation, so she deserved praise as much as I did. He acted like he didn't believe it, but went along with the gag.

The upshot was that the Secretary wanted to make Confidential Investigations, LLC, into a legitimate organization with me running the investigations. Hazel could be hired as my assistant, at my insistence. The plan was to keep CI away from government meddling, but to work exclusively for the Department of Human Services doing exactly what I had done at my current orphanage. A contract would be drawn up and returned for my signature. I was advised to find a good lawyer who would look after our interests.

I didn't know how to find a lawyer, so our benefactor suggested that we use the computer in the way we had used it to find the crooks. Within a couple of days, we should be able to find somebody suitable. He had confidence in us.

By the middle of the second day, we had narrowed our choice down to Thomas Elliot for our lawyer. We were able to get an appointment with him by the sheerest form of luck. We went to see him by the cheapest form of transportation we could find, namely, our feet. It was a long walk, but we made it in time for the appointment. He was surprised at our age when we walked in, but he gave us the same attention he would give to any prospective client, which made him very attractive. Most adults would not have given kids our age the time of day, much less, considered us as prospective clients.

There was a difficulty when he asked for the traditional dollar to bind him as our lawyer, I had to tell him that we did not yet have that much money. He was horrified when we told him how we had gotten to his office. At that point, he dropped his pen on the floor and asked me to pick it up for him. I thought that was weird, since he had deliberately dropped it, but I did pick it up. When I did, he gave me five dollars and said that was in payment for services rendered. He also said that I now had money to pay him his one dollar retainer and enough for bus fare to get us home. We both thanked him, saying that we would bring around the contract as soon as it arrived.

Two days later, the contract was in my mail box. Hazel and I read through it quickly and found the place where we saw how much the Human Services Dept. was paying Confidential Investigations, LLC for its services. On top of that, there was a note attached from the Secretary saying that a check for the first month's services would be in the mail as soon as they received the signed contract. We were tempted to sign it and send it back without bothering Mr. Elliot, but we calmed down and decided to go through all of the legal motions. After all, we wanted to be accepted as a legitimate corporation.