Chapter 1

I was a little early when I arrived at the High School to pick up Ginger. It was a dark and rainy day, and I wanted to be sure she didn't have to wait in the rain and get soaked. Classes let out and the kids started to pour out the doors and race for busses and cars. I spotted Ginger, and as she ran toward the car I thought of how different she looked from the sad and abused little girl I had first seen on a similar day over a year earlier. She had experienced a growth spurt and was now about five feet tall and had filled out to just under one hundred pounds. In addition, her figure was much sexier, having small breasts and round hips.

I reached over and opened the passenger side door, and she slid in quickly. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. A better kiss would have to wait until we got home in private. We could not risk being seen acting like the lovers we were.

After the kiss, Ginger sat back against the door and quietly watched me as I drove us home. She was usually talkative but seemed distracted by something that day.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?"

She didn't seem very enthusiastic when she replied, "Sure". I knew there was something but decided to wait for her to get around to telling me when she was ready. I knew she would tell me immediately if there was a major problem. Perhaps it was something to do with being a new freshman just getting used to high school.

Our evening was about the same as always, except that I noticed Ginger looking at me quite often with what seemed to me to be a searching expression. I thought about asking again what was bothering her but decided to let her deal with it and tell me when she was ready.

When it was time to turn in for the night, we cuddled in our big bed. I kissed her, and she responded with passion. I knew the signs. She wanted love, and I was more than willing to give it to her. I kissed her again with a bit more energy and all the love I could put into it. My hands caressed her body as we both felt the heat rise. She pressed herself against me as if trying to melt into me. I sensed something different but couldn't quite figure out what it was.

We continued our love making with kisses and touches and were soon both ready for the final act of love. I started to move over her, but she pushed me down and mounted me instead. She sometimes liked to be in charge, so I wasn't too surprised by the move. She took hold of my cock and after rubbing it through her slit to get it wet, inserted it in her dripping pussy. In one sudden push down she had me seated all the way in with the tip of my cock touching her cervix. She paused for a moment and then began to ride me. Her rapid up and down movements seemed forced for some reason, but the feeling was there as always, and I pressed back at each of her downward thrusts. I reached up and played with her nipples. It was something she enjoyed a lot, and I wanted to be sure she reached her climax before I did.

I could see the sweat start to drip from her face as she worked hard to bring us both off. Maybe too hard. I was again struck by the seeming desperation in her actions. But there was no way I could stop to ask in the middle of our great fuck. And that was what it was. A great fuck. Not making love or having sex. It was a fast hard fuck. We did that at times but this time it seemed wrong. But it was effective, and we both reached orgasm very quickly.

As Ginger calmed down she lay on my chest, and we both were silent as we regained our breath. Then I thought it was time to say something.

"Ginger love, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, dear. But you seemed to be working too hard, as if trying to hide something. I've been watching you ever since I picked you up from school, and there's something bothering you. You know you can always talk to me about anything. Now, tell me what it is that has you upset."

"You know me too well. I can't hide anything from you, and I really don't want to. But what I need to tell you may hurt you. It may cause bad memories to make you sad, and I don't want to do that."

"Tell me anyway, my sweet. It will just make me sad if you don't let me help with what ever is bothering you, so you may as well let it out."

I pulled her close and hugged her while I waited for her to tell me what it was that had her so upset and afraid for me. After a few minutes, she started.

"I have a message for you from Mary."

Mary was one of the girls I had rescued from criminals who had forced them into prostitution. (See Case Two.) She was almost the same age as Ginger, and they were very good friends. Mary and some of the other girls from that group visited us and even slept over at times. What could be so bad about a message from her?

"She has made some friends at school since you freed her and the others, and she wanted me to tell you..."

Once again she hesitated. "Go on love. It'll be okay."

"She said to tell you that one of her friend needs a "Knight in Shining Armor".

As she spoke that phrase, she tightened her grip on me, and I knew why she had been afraid to tell me. The first little girl I had helped (see Case One)was Cheryl. She had given me the nickname and told the other girls when we helped them. They all thought it was fitting because of my name and what I had done for them. But Cheryl had been killed, and her death had been very hard for me to get over. I still missed her a lot and blamed myself for her death. We had been lovers, just as Ginger and I were now. Ginger knew that phrase would cause me to remember Cheryl and how she died and would bring me pain. That's why she was holding me so tight now. It did, indeed, bring tears to my eyes, but I needed to think of Ginger and also Mary's friend.

"It's all right, love. Don't feel bad about reminding me. If someone needs my help, I'll do what ever I can. Mary knows that name will tell me that it's important or she wouldn't have used it. Now, what does she want me to do? Should I call her or go see her?"

"I thought we could have a pajama party and invite Mary and the girls. Then she can invite her friend, too, and you can talk to them both. She said she couldn't tell me what it's about because she promised her friend she wouldn't."

"That sounds good to me. You tell Mary at school tomorrow and let her invite whoever she needs to. If the other girl's parents need to get in touch, have them call me. They can talk to Mother as well if they need reassurance that it's safe to let the girl stay here. Okay?"

That seemed to satisfy Ginger, and we cuddled some more until we finally fell asleep. I must admit it took me a while. I was worried I was getting into another bad situation that could endanger Ginger and Mary. But I had told all the girls that they could call on me any time for help, so there was no way I could refuse. I didn't sleep well that night.

The next morning Ginger asked how I was. She said she knew I hadn't slept well and was worried. I assured her I was fine. It was Wednesday, and I suggested that she set the pajama party for Friday. That way the girls could hang around Saturday as well and still get home to do homework or whatever else they needed to do before school Monday.

When I picked Ginger up after school she said she had told Mary, and she was very pleased with the idea. Mary had already invited all the girls she wanted to be there, and I would be hearing from Mother and the other girls' parents soon. I decided not to wait for Mother to call. Mary and most of the others who were invited still lived at Mother's Home For Girls. When we got home, I picked up the phone and dialed Mother's number.

The phone rang twice, and then I heard Mother's voice.

"Yes, Sam. It's okay for the girls to all come over for the party. Do you need anything?"

I laughed as I answered. "Boy, they didn't waste any time telling you did they? I thought I was fast enough to talk to you first. Since so many are coming, I think they should all bring their sleeping bags. I don't have enough beds here for all of them even if they double up."

"Okay, but what about food and games and such?"

"No problem. I have all they need in the games department, and I'll get plenty of snacks and soda as well as juice. I think pizza will be fine for dinner since it's a party. I'll have someone from the office pick up your girls in one of the company vans about five, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine. It'll give them time to clean up after school and gather whatever they want to bring along. Just call if you think of anything else you need. I think I'll go out to dinner with a friend. I don't get to do that very often with all the girls here."

"Oh? Would that be a male friend?" Mother and I loved to kid each other. I knew she was very unlikely to ever get involved seriously with a man. She was too dedicated to her girls.

"That is none of your business you young whippersnapper. You just take care of your own love life and don't worry about mine. And Sam..."

"Yes, Mother?"

"Thank you for helping Mary with whatever it is that's bothering her. I don't know what it is, but I know she's upset and that you'll help if you can."

"Yes, I will. If I can."

We exchanged small talk for a minute, and then Mother begged off so she could get dinner started for the girls. We said goodbye. I was a little surprised that Mary would not tell Mother what was wrong. The girls all loved and trusted her, and it was very unusual for them to keep anything from her.

I tried to put the problem out of my mind. I figured I'd find out on Friday what the problem was and whether I was going to be able to help or not.

Thursday I was in my office just thinking of going out for lunch when my phone rang. It was reception. Nobody got past security without clearance, and they had an unscheduled couple wanting to see me.

"There's a Mr. and Mrs. Paulson here to see you Sam. Should I send them up?"

"I don't recognize the name. Let me come down and meet them there."

I hung up and headed down to the main entrance. When I got there I saw a nice looking couple that looked like they were in their early thirties. I smiled and reached out to shake hands with the man.

"Hi. I'm Sam Knight. I understand you wanted to see me?"

The man answered. "Yes, Mr. Knight. I'm Dale Paulson, and this is my wife Vickie. We'd like to talk to you for a minute about our daughter Rose if we could. She's coming to your house for a pajama party tomorrow night, and we needed to talk to you first."

"Certainly. Follow me, please."

I led them to my office and had them sit down on my couch where it was more comfortable and informal. I offered them coffee or a drink and they declined. I sat down in a chair near them so we could talk.

I smiled at them and got a very small smile back from Vickie. "Now, tell me what's on your mind. And please call me Sam."

"Thank you, Sam. Please use our first names as well. It makes things a little easier. I really don't know what to say."

"Well, just start out by telling what is bothering you. If it's about Rose staying at my house, I can put you in touch with a few references that will put your mind at ease."

"No, Sam. That's not it. We know from the papers who you are and that you can be trusted. It's just that we think there is something wrong with Rose. She used to have lots of friends and was very active and outgoing. But since she started High School she has changed. She's very quiet and withdrawn now and never goes anywhere. She seems sad all the time, and no matter how hard we try she refuses to tell us what's bothering her. We've talked to our family doctor and the school counselor, but they had no idea what's going on either. Rose told us she's feeling fine and refused to go to the doctor with us. We're at the end of our rope. We were hoping you might be able to help. The party is the first thing she's done in ages, and she seems very anxious to go. It's as if she needs to go for some reason. Do you think you can help?"