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Filename: nightwor.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/g(9-11), g(5), oral, first, anal, rape, nc, cons

story_intro: Having barely survived battle injuries in Afghanistan, Kyle is only trying to find some sense of normalcy back home. But when he encounters a preteen prostitute who has been forced into her profession, he learns that there are other battlefields to be encountered.

story_language: English




Night Work

Written by madvlad


Somewhere in Afghanistan...

	It was near the end of a fifteen-month tour and Kyle had a better appreciation for his Uncle Jim. His uncle had served in Viet Nam, but spoke little about it - and when he did, it was only about some buddies with whom he had kept in sporadic contact. He never spoke about the ones who he had last seen getting zipped up in bags and he never spoke about the combat. When people discussed the war during family events or asked him questions, he would stay quiet; his face betraying nothing while his eyes focused on a point far away.

	Step light, belly tight. No time to think about Uncle Jim or some shit pit of a jungle. He was here and he was now. Orders came in whispered, urgent bursts. And they were moving - quick and low like badass snakes. Cobras, D-Mac would say. But D-Mac was staying quiet except for the heavy breathing that everyone was doing. When they would occasionally stop, D-Mac's head would swivel like a radar dish, his eyes bright against his dark face as he scanned every rock and piece of scrub for some rag head.

	Garces, their platoon leader, got the word of an ambush and some guys from the 2nd were down. That may have been the arms fire they heard from over the west ridgeline, but it was hard to say. Everything echoed like bat shit in these parts. Hell of a place to have a fucking war. A month ago, Adams, a replacement shipped straight from light infantry school, would have been jawing it up with endless questions. The kid probably still had a bunch to ask, but now knew enough to clam up and watch and listen. That would give him all the answers he needed.

	The platoon grumbled when they got the new meat, but they were down too many and needed the bodies. D-Mac christened Adams "Ah-Damn-It", but the moniker cooled off when the kid started to prove his worth. He wasn't as hardened as most of the guys yet, but he was steadily pulling his weight.

	"Ville ahead," Garces said. "El Tee wants us to sweep it. Probably just goat herders but the shits who just hit Second may be coming back that way. We'll set up a reception once we check the place clear."

	It was typical - the locals seeing the troops as their village was swarmed. The villagers didn't panic or get indignant. After centuries of war, it was an inbred response to let the soldiers through so they could die somewhere else.

	They were just about through when the bombs went off. IED's or grenades, most likely as Kyle hadn't heard the thump of mortars or the boom of RPG's launching. But they blew nearby and he was rolling in the dust. 

	Damn, there was a ton of dust. Mixed in was the sharper odor of explosive - homemade by the smell of it. Kyle had become an unwilling expert in the bouquet of things that went boom. His mouth had metallic taste in it, but that would wait. There were no more explosions so he stayed on the ground. Getting up now would get his ass shot off by the hadjis or by his own guys. 

	He saw Adams on the ground, staring at him in shock and also looking a little pissed. Yeah, still new but at least he wasn't yelling to give the fuckers a target to aim for. Kyle lifted his head and looked around as the dust was blowing off. Garces was by a house, motioning at him. Adams stayed down, keeping his head flat on the ground.

	"Let's go," Kyle muttered and nudged Adams on the shoulder. "Now," he emphasized with a harder shove. 

	Adam's head moved on the second shove and Kyle saw why he was keeping it so flat on the ground. The right side of his skull was gone. Spewing a one-work eulogy, Kyle scrambled over to Garces. D-Mac was there too along with a couple of others. Garces glanced at Adam's body, but couldn't see the blood pooling yet. But he didn't bother to ask Kyle anything; motioning the group into the house instead. 

	The building wasn't much but was probably upper class for this region - one story but with actual rooms. The family was against one wall, babbling in Pashto with hands held high. D-Mac and one of the others were poking at blankets and cookware while Garces and the other soldier held the family at gunpoint.

	A boy of about ten came running from one of the side rooms they hadn't checked yet. His eyes were huge with fear and he was trying to say something. But Kyle locked in on the grenade in each of the kid's hands - American-issue and, oh Jesus, the pins were gone. There was probably someone in the room where the kid came from with a gun on him but now it was only a matter of damage control. 

	Garces also saw the kid but he was a second behind Kyle - it may as well have been an hour. Kyle opened up in full auto, time slowing as he saw each round stitch a neat red hole in the kid's skinny body. Instead of being thrown at the soldiers, the grenades dropped free. One took a bad bounce and landed near the family as Garces and the other guy dropped to the floor. 

	More bad luck for the family as they had nowhere to throw themselves. Kyle turned and dropped to shield himself from the blast. That was when he noticed where the other grenade had landed.

	Fuck me, he thought before the blast stopped any other thoughts that may have arisen.

	
Somewhere in America - That Night...

	Shelly couldn't help the tears that came when her bedroom door opened. She had heard the heavy footfalls from outside the door as they approached and dreaded what would come next.

	The lights came on and her stepfather, Alex, entered the room holding his erect cock in his hand. Two weeks earlier, his wife had died in an auto accident, leaving him with two little girls - Shelly, nine, and Lila, three. 

	Shelly huddled under her blanket. Before her mother's accident, she had felt distinctly uncomfortable on several occasions when she found Alex staring at her in an odd way. A week after the funeral, he had come to her bed and pulled out his penis. Shelly had seen one before - a little boy's when she was younger. She and another boy were in kindergarten together and were curious as to why girls were girls and boys were boys. But what Alex had was no cute little dickey. 

	Shelly was nearly paralyzed with shock and fear as he shoved the thing in her mouth and forced her to suck it. When the boiling wetness erupted, she choked on it as he held her head fast. The little girl was disgusted, thinking at first that Alex had peed in her mouth. But the stuff was thick and slimy and Alex told her there would be plenty more of that from now on.

	A week later, his nightly visits became more sordid. His hand was working his prick rapidly, smearing it with Vaseline. With no warning, he tore Shelly's pajamas from her and pushed her onto her stomach. She tried to get away but her efforts stopped with a hard smack to the back of her head that left her dizzy. In her daze, she wondered why he was squeezing her buttocks and pulling them wide. Something thick and greasy went between them and her clarity returned with the searing push as he punched his cock through her anus. 

	While Alex's dick in her mouth had kept Shelly relatively quiet before, her screams blared freely now as she was unwillingly penetrated in her rear. It woke her sister in another room; the toddler's frightened cries adding to the cacophony. Shelly writhed in agony as the man's cock bludgeoned deeper into her child-sized anal sheath.

	Alex had forced Shelly's head back and forth on his shaft when she received her compulsory fellatio training, but now he was doing all of the moving, rutting in and out of the nine year-old's tortured bowels. Her passage was soft and clingy around his prick, coupled with the strong grip of Shelly's forced-open asshole. With a satisfied curse he came, adding to the mess inside his young stepdaughter's rectum.

	"You mother wouldn't let me do that in her ass," he breathed in Shelly's ear.

	Of course she wouldn't, Shelly thought. It was a dirty thing to do!

	"But you're gonna give me your ass anytime I want it," he continued. "And if you don't want to put out, I'll just have to try your baby sister."

	Shelly tearfully begged him not to hurt Lila. Alex agreed, but set the rules. Among them was that Shelly was to sleep in the nude so he could have her at any time. 

	Now Shelly's smooth nakedness was exposed as Alex whipped the blanket away. Shelly did not resist as he climbed on top of her. She was confused as he normally flipped her over to expose the small target of her ass. This time he spread her legs and pushed his lubed glans between her legs. 

	Alex leered as he watched his stepdaughter's bald pussy mound split apart. The dumb kid didn't realize what was happening until he was punching at her entrance. At least she knew that pain meant fucking.

	Shelly shook her head and pushed at Alex's chest. Not that she enjoyed being sodomized, but this was the wrong place. She was too little there and...

	In another room, Lila pushed her face against a stuffed animal and clapped her hands over her ears as she heard her big sister's shrieks. Daddy Alex was being extra mean to her tonight.

	Alex grunted in frustration as the small size of Shelly's cunny hole and the stubbornness of her hymen kept him out although it clearly hurt her like hell. He jammed his hips down harder, this time feeling the membrane tear apart and then his stepdaughter's pussy pulling open around his meat. With the child's virgin cunt deflowered, it was perfectly slick for his rape. 

	It was his first time in anyone this young and the nine year-old's pussy was gloriously hot and tight around his marauding prick. He got over halfway in before her cervix halted his progress. But the man was determined to make the little girl use what cunt she had for him and furiously pounded away.

	Shelly's pushes against her stepfather's chest were growing more feeble as she was raped. It was if she were being stabbed with a hot spike, over and over. She was genuinely afraid her tummy would burst open if he didn't stop. In desperation, she reached down between her legs and tried to grab his cruel instrument, only to find she could not maintain any purchase on the slippery surface. She pulled her hands back, gazing in horror when she found her fingers and palms coated in blood. 

	With a final push, Alex planted his seed inside his little stepdaughter's innocent womb. She was too young to make use of it, but he imagined the day where she would become breeding stock for all kinds of perversions. But for now, he had other immediate plans.

	"Now that you're used, you're going to make daddy some money being the little whore you are."

	He left the room, leaving Shelly naked and bleeding in what had used to be the safety of a warm and loving home.

	
Somewhere in America - Two Years Later...

	The familiar ache greeted Kyle as he shifted his weight onto his right foot as he exited his van. He walked with a limp; the grenade fragments long since removed but with stainless steel pins and screws in their place - the legacy of the surgeons who had pieced the ground meat of his body back together. More surgical grade metal remained embedded in his ribs, right arm, and lower jaw. He was minus the pinky finger on his right hand and his right ear was missing a small piece. A few thin tracks of keloid scars were visible on his neck and the lower right side of his face. The scars that remained on the inside were less prominent and the former soldier was content to leave them that way.

	After the grenade attack, he had awoken in a hospital bed with someone from the State Department angrily questioning him about the murder of the Afghan boy while some rear echelon mother-fucking major in neatly pressed BDU's stood behind the official as if to add some legitimacy to the thing. With his mouth wired shut and his system pumped full of painkillers, it took a while for Kyle to make his point. Obviously, he eventually did as the State guy was nearly apoplectic and the REMF looked nervous. 

	Kyle's specific memories beyond that were still hazy, but he remembered visits from his unit even better. His platoon lieutenant was all geeked up about putting Kyle in for a Bronze Star for saving his squad mates. The company captain, a little more seasoned, calmly assured him that everyone in his corner. The battalion CO, a major, was angry, telling Kyle he wasn't about to let one of his soldiers get hung out to dry by a bunch of politicians. 

	It wasn't until Garces made his way in that Kyle understood the full implications of what had happened. Some media types had arrived after the area was secure and got some great video footage of the boy's body. The body was taken away and a subsequent autopsy had proven the boy had been killed with an American weapon. 

	Naturally, members of Congress and other pompous twits with media-savvy indignation were on the news show circuit, angrily decrying the wanton murder of civilians by marauding GI's. It was a shit storm, Garces said, with the State Department and various Pentagon-bound officers demanding Kyle's head to be served up during a show trial. The battalion CO stuck to his guns and likely cost himself a promotion to lieutenant colonel, but made it clear he had no regrets. 

	
Garces, D-Mac and the others reported finding two hadjis in the side room and shooting it out with them - evidence that the boys had been forced into using the grenades. When the one surviving family member from the house backed them up, the story was quickly dropped from the news. Not a word about what really happened was reported - the story simply disappeared, leaving another stain on the reputation of the people in the field.

	After six months of rehab in the States, Kyle was honorably discharged. The Bronze Star paperwork had been killed early on by the brass who were afraid of politicians, but Kyle didn't need or want any reminders of what he had been forced to do. The Purple Heart was somewhere in his duffel bag, but he didn't need a medal to tell him he had been wounded. 

	While he was rehabbing, his Uncle Jim had died, leaving Kyle with a small house near the end the road in a sparsely developed suburb. With it came a fair amount of acreage around it, guaranteeing Kyle some privacy if he wanted it. The location was good - Kyle wasn't too close to any busybody neighbors but he wasn't isolated like some crazy hermit.

	A natural at fixing things, Kyle had taken a job that suited him best, working as a building maintenance technician in a high-rise office building at night. He enjoyed the work and the maintenance manager, who worked during the day, noticed that work orders were being done at a quicker rate and with no need for rework on the tasks that Kyle performed. 

	Most of the other night techs were pretty much useless. One guy would come in and sleep off his drinking. Others would disappear and get a handful of jobs done in a half-assed manner. One of those got the boot when Joe, a retired police officer who worked night security, found the guy jacking off in a women's restroom.

	Currently, there were two other guys on nights with Kyle. One, Tommy, was a decent enough guy who wasn't too bright. But he could change fluorescent lights and fix a leaking toilet, so he usually was given the simple jobs and worked hard at getting his nightly chores done. 

	The other one, Dwayne, was a pale, acne-speckled twenty-something toothpick of a kid with a ratty goatee that looked like pubic hair. He spent most of his time sitting in the break room with his eyes closed and ear buds in, jerking his head forward and back like a pigeon as he listened to whatever shit he had playing. Kyle's interactions with him usually consisted of steering clear of Dwayne's bobbing head as he was strangely reluctant to come in contact with Dwayne's chin pubes.

	Once the backlog of months of work requests had been cleared, Kyle found he usually had plenty of time on the night shift. Preferring to stay busy (partly, perhaps, in fear of joining Dwayne in the Slacker Head-Bobbing Corps), Kyle had asked his boss if there was other work that needed to be done. There really wasn't, but his boss needed his crew on night shift to take care of maintenance while the office building was largely vacant. The boss was a decent guy and began passing the word through unofficial channels that there was a guy on night shift who could fix things. 

	Kyle began finding notes in his office mailbox asking him to look at people's personal appliances - electronic gadgets, curling irons, hair dryers, and the like. They would let him know where they had left it - in a desk drawer or tucked behind a filing cabinet. Usually, it was a matter of a broken solder joint or a small machine screw that had some loose. For other parts, Kyle had taken to making the rounds at some electronics stores, getting broken items for nothing from people he got to know and used the stuff to salvage the working parts.

	Pretty soon, Kyle found himself fixing half dozen or so items a night without interfering with his work. He almost never had face-to-face contact with his "customers". He would simply put the item back where it was left with a note attached saying it was fixed. The next night, there would be ten or twenty bucks in different office envelopes from each person he had helped. In an age where everything was disposable, Kyle had become a bargain with his repairs. 

	It amounted to a few hundred extra dollars each week. He was never going to get rich by doing this, but it was all tax free and Kyle was content. Joe, the security guard, sometimes kidded Kyle about his side enterprise when Kyle usually joined him at his desk for a mid-shift meal.

	"So are you going to build yourself a nice mansion with all of that dough?" the old man asked one night through a mouthful of egg salad sandwich. 

	"Nah, I thought I'd save up and get me a penthouse suite when Hawke's Point Tower opens," Kyle responded, referring to the luxury condominium high-rise being built where the river flowed into the bay.

	Joe cackled, nearly choking on his food. After dabbing some flecks of yellow and white from his mouth, he shook his head gave Kyle a mischievous look from beneath his bushy eyebrows.  

	"Save your money kid. That place will surely be haunted."

	"What?"

	Joe leaned back in his chair and hooked a thumb under his belt; a sign that he was about to tell Kyle another story from his days of walking (or driving - spending on the decade) a police beat. 

	"Back in the day, Hawke's point was just a bunch of useless marshland. It took the developers years of buying off city officials and environmentalists before they could dump fill dirt and gravel there and make the ground stable for construction.

	Now when I had that area on my beat, I quickly learned that the mob used Hawke's Point to dump bodies. It had to be a bitch of a job, 'cause you couldn't park too close without getting your car stuck. So they had to drag or carry the bodies through the muck before tossing them into the drink. But with the rip currents or whatever, they didn't have to weight the body down. From that place, the body would be carried right out of the bay and into the ocean. There's tons of sharks at the mouth of the bay because they're mostly scavengers and it's damn near a buffet line of stuff coming out from what people dumped in the bay. So, in a couple of hours, there's no body to find. Perfect.

	And the sharks are still there - thick as shit soup. My nephew runs a charter outfit - you know, fishing boats - and he always goes to that spot if customers want to try for a shark. I mean, there're all sorts of laws against dumping, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. All of those restaurants on the waterfront save a fortune in garbage hauling by throwing scraps into the water. And I wouldn't be surprised if the occasional wise guy doesn't still send some unlucky shmuck out to sea from Hawke's Point. Hell, you can now park right by the water.

	What was I talking about? Oh yeah, that new fancy-pants place is probably gonna be haunted on account of all the poor slobs who got sent on their way to McSharky's from there."

	Eating lunch (or whatever the hell you called it at two in the morning) was always a high point to Kyle's night. But on occasion, there were some other entertaining diversions. Like the time two months ago when Kyle had a maintenance work order to fix a projector in a conference room at one of the big law firms.

	Kyle's boss had marked this one as urgent, so Kyle went to the floor right after he came in at ten pm. The projector in question was one of those units where you used a wireless connection from a laptop to show whatever it was you wanted. The offices of Dougherty,
Preston, and Fitch were empty and Kyle walked right into the conference room where he unexpectedly met Glen Preston, one of the senior partners. 

	The man looked just like his portrait in the lobby - dark hair with silver at the temples and a perpetual tan from year-round excursions to the Caribbean for golf or surreptitious banking. However, the portrait didn't show him in flagrante delicto with a nubile young intern or clerk as he was at the moment - right on top of the conference table. Without missing a beat, Kyle sketched a quick salute and excused himself from the room.

	Kyle figured he could return in an hour and was walking away to do other work when a voice called after him. He turned to find Preston walking toward him, straightening his tie. The lawyer must have been good at this as his pants were already up and his shirt neatly tucked in. Hell, even his hair was perfectly groomed again.

	"If I could have a moment, please," Preston said in a firm but calm voice. 

	Kyle stopped and maintained the same neutral expression he had used in the Army when being addressed by an officer.

	"Yes sir?" he asked, falling on old habits.

	"We need to come to an understanding about what you just saw."

	Kyle was impressed - Preston wasn't sweating or anything. No wonder this guy made a fortune in the courtroom.

	"I understand what I saw, sir," Kyle replied evenly. "I've been around the block a few times."

	"I'm sure. But I'm a married man with a reputation and I think we can come to an agreement of some sort."

	A vision of dollars briefly flashed in Kyle's mind but he quickly quashed it. He didn't like the idea of being paid off. No one should hold a one-way debt over someone else. In the Army, it was always a mutual debt between his buddies - no one kept score.

	And extortion meant carrying dirty secrets around. Kyle had enough burdens as it was. Besides, why should Kyle care if the guy was getting a little extra action on the side? Maybe Preston's wife was doing the same with the butler or the lawn guy.

	"No need, sir," Kyle explained. "It was made clear to me when I started here that if I was to find any document or drawing or anything else left out that I should not see, I was to leave it alone and not use it for my personal gain. This is just one of those things."

	"Seriously?" Preston asked. He regarded the young man and all of his instincts honed in the courtroom over the years told him that this guy was telling the truth. "Ah, well good," he continued. "But man-to-man, I'd like to think I owe you a favor. If you need any legal help..."

	"I try to avoid situations that will land me in court," Kyle said.

	Preston chuckled.

	"Fair enough, but anytime you need something, just ask."

	He put out his hand and Kyle shook it with a firm grip. When he introduced himself, Preston raised an eyebrow.

	"You're the guy who fixes things," he said. "Nice to put a face to the name. You fixed my youngest daughter's iPad a few months ago. Well, like I said, Kyle. If you ever need a favor, please let me know."

	Kyle locked the van and went into the building to gather his work orders. An hour later, Tommy told him one of the outside light fixtures wasn't working.  It was one that was mounted to a post in the ground and was used to illuminate some of the front landscaping. Tommy had tried changing the light bulb and tapping the housing here and there, but to no avail. Kyle told him he'd check it later on.

	It was four in the morning by the time Kyle got to the light. It was an easy fix for him and he started back when he heard something rustling behind some shrubs by the building. The bushes were partially under and overhang and Kyle quickly figured that they offered some shelter between them and the building. But this wasn't a housing project.

	He tested the weight of his Mag-Light flashlight, one of those heavy ones that took four D-cell batteries. It was bright and could be used to rap someone on the head if needed. The sounds had stopped when Kyle stepped through two bushes. His old soldier's sense told him where the intruder was and his switched on his light.

	It was only a small girl, maybe nine or ten - about the age of the boy he had killed. She had blonde hair and her blue eyes switched from startled to belligerent two seconds after the light found her. Kyle was no fashion expert, but the kid was not appropriately dressed. She wore a very tight pair of cut-off jeans that barely covered anything and a blue tube top. It was Spring, but she had to be chilly at this hour.

	"It's past your bedtime, kid. Go home."

	"It's a free world," she shot back. "I can go where I want. And I'm not a kid."

	"Yeah? How old are you?"

	"Eighteen."

	"Bullshit."

	That earned him a glare and a partial concession.

	"Sixteen," she tried.

	"Not even close."

	The girl tilted her chin defiantly and admitted she was thirteen. When Kyle sighed impatiently, she seemed to deflate and lowered her head slightly.

	"Alright, I'm eleven," she muttered. "Honest."

	Kyle still looked skeptical. Maybe she was a little short for her age. Her face had soft features that might make her seem younger with her still childishly round cheeks and small nose. But her legs were nicely formed - not a woman's by any means, but definitely shaped just right. Kyle shook his head to clear that line of thought and the girl took that the wrong way.

	"I really am eleven," she said hotly. "My birthday was last month. Look, I even have tits."

	The girl jerked her tube top up, exposing a very modest pair of nubbins about the diameter of one of the silver dollars Kyle had found in an old box in Uncle Jim's - now his - attic. They barely puffed out from her chest, but they more or less qualified as tits in Kyle's opnion.

	"Okay, you're eleven. Now cover those up before I get arrested. "Why the hell are you dressed like a hooker, anyway? Halloween's a long way off."

	"I am a hooker," the girl growled as her eyes narrowed. "I've got the best ass out there - you can ask lots of men. If you've got the cash, you can try it yourself."

	Kyle gaped at the girl in disbelief. He might have gone through a lot in his life, but at least he had been a kid at age eleven. This girl, though...

	"I'm sorry," he said. "Jesus, why are you doing this?"

	The girl stared back. Usually, the men she dealt with only wanted to shove their dicks in her and cum. This guy looked pretty tough, but he clearly was concerned about her. It had been a long night and she was exhausted, so it didn't take much for her thin veneer to crack.

	"I have to," she said in a trembling voice. "I already made enough money tonight for Alex, so I just wanted to rest a while before I have to go back home."

	"Who's Alex?"

	"My stepfather."

	"I'll kill him," Kyle said in a cold quiet voice that left no doubt to his sincerity.

	"No, please! The cops will take me away and I'll never see my sister again. Please let me stay here. I-I can make it worth it for you."

	Kyle saw the girl looking at his crotch and slowly sat down, silently rejecting her offer and posing less of a threat.

	"Okay," he finally said. "You can stay here for a while, but I have to know what's going on. Do you have a name?"

	"Shelly."

	"Okay, Shelly. Let's talk."

	Shelly insisted on seeing what Kyle looked like first. The glow from the outside lights had only provided her a dim view of his outline. Kyle handed her the flashlight and spent a minute standing under the girl's scrutiny.

	"What happened to you?" she asked bluntly as she looked at his scarred hand and face. "You look messed up and you walk funny."

	"I was in the Army," he answered.

	"Oh, all that stuff in Iran, right?"

	"Iraq. But I was in Afghanistan."

	"Oh yeah, I heard of that one, too. Here," she said, extending her arm out.

	Kyle took his flashlight and Shelly sat down more than an arm's length away. He could tell by her posture, even in the shadows, that she was ready to bolt if provoked.

	Shelly, in turn, regarded Kyle as an entirely different species than she was used to. He wasn't like Alex or the other men who used her. And he wasn't like the do-gooders at school who wanted to talk about her poor grades over the last two years and how her self-esteem was. She had wanted to bust loose and scream about every violation she had endured with the school's guidance counselor, but she knew she'd wind up locked away in some crazy house if she did. Still, that option seemed preferable at times, especially since last week when Alex took Lila and...

	Shelly spoke mechanically, telling Kyle in the darkness about the rapes from her stepfather and how he had pressed her into prostitution. At first, he went with her, leaving Lila home alone. But as Shelly reluctantly learned the ropes and other arrangements were made, he stayed at home. It also lessened his risk if his troubled stepdaughter was caught. He could play the role of the unfortunate widower who was trying to do his best for two children, only to have the older one go completely out of control.

	She had to earn a certain amount every night as a minimum or else she would get beaten at home. And of course, any time that Alex used her did not count toward her earnings. Men could use her any way they wanted in any orifice. Early on, Alex made arrangements with certain hotel concierges who would set up their guests with the preteen whore. In return, Shelly had to service the concierges for free on a regular basis. 

	When she worked the hotels, she dressed in sweet-looking schoolgirl outfits, often a private school uniform that Alex had purchased. She preferred the hotels because the environment was safer and more comfortable. 

	On the nights she worked the streets, like she had tonight, she dressed like a little slut. The men were usually rougher and the deals were consummated in an alley or in a car. And the other hookers and pimps did not take well to someone else, even a child, taking their business, so Shelly often had to work alone. She described many things quite graphically but refused to mention anything more about her sister.

	Kyle thought it was a miracle that Shelly hadn't wound up dead by now, but he feared her luck could not last. His instincts told him to take it slow with her or she would not return, so he made a simple offer.

	"I'm going to leave a sandwich and some other food here every night, along with a blanket. If you need a break, stay here. I'll collect the stuff in the morning and leave you alone. Okay?"

	Shelly nodded at the only person she had confided in since her mother died. And so it began.

	For a week, Kyle did as promised, leaving the items behind the bushes. On four mornings, the food was gone when he checked at the end of the shift. He had an extra key to his utility van that he was going to offer her so she could stay inside, but had not seen her in person yet.

	One night, though, a hard rain and a stiff wind pushing it against the front of the building told Kyle that Shelly would have no shelter. He checked shortly after midnight and found the girl wet and miserable and wrapped in his blanket. Before she could protest, he took her to his van and gave her the key.

	"Get in," he shouted over the storm.

	Her eyes were darting left and right and she tried to pull her arm from his grip. Kyle realized she was panicking and spoke again.

	"Look, we have to start trusting each other. You can stay here and I promise not to take you prisoner or anything. But you have to promise you won't steal my van."

	Shelly gave him an exasperated look.

	"I can't steal it - I don't know how to drive."

	"Good. Then I won't give you any driving lessons."

	Shelly laughed - making her look younger and completely innocent, despite the skimpy garments that were soaked against her small frame. She climbed into the van and snuggled into another blanket. When Kyle returned in the morning, she was gone but the van was locked with nothing missing from it. 

	It was a few nights later when Kyle needed a tool that wasn't in the maintenance shop in the building. He had one in his van and found Shelly already inside. 

	"It's okay, I just needed this," he said, holding up an object Shelly didn't recognize. 

	As he started to leave the van, Shelly called out to him. When Kyle came back in, Shelly huddled against the wall of the van and swallowed hard. Patiently, Kyle waited.

	"Lila gets scared when she has to suck," she finally said.

	"Your sister?"

	"Yeah, she's only five but Alex made her suck him when she was four. And now he brings her to other men who touch her all over and make her suck them. She always cries when she tells me about it. I'm her big sister and I can't do anything!"

	"I'm sorry," Kyle said, feeling hollow that he couldn't think of anything else to say or do.

	"Kyle, has anyone ever sucked you?"

	"Uh, yeah. Women, not girls."

	"I'm as good as any woman," she said with a hint of defiance in her voice. But that was gone when she continued. "When they suck you, do you push their head down and make them choke?"

	"Of course not."

	"Good," she replied as she moved over to him. "I'm going to suck you now."

	"Shelly, no!" Kyle yelped as he pushed her hand away from his fly.

	"I gotta do it. You're nice to me and I have to be nice to you or else I'll owe you."

	Kyle was about to protest when he thought about his encounter with Glen Preston. No one-way debts. He knew how Shelly felt - and she was definitely in a position where she didn't want to be beholden to anyone, as powerless as she was now. And Christ, he hadn't had sex in over two years.

	Kyle let the girl unzip his fly. Shelly pulled his penis out and caressed it carefully, bringing it to full erection in little time. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering blue in the poor light of the single dome fixture. 

	"I'll be good," she promised.

	And she was.

	The little girl's mouth, warm and soft, slid over him. Her tongue flickered rapidly over his glans before slowing to slither over him as she moved her head up and down, pulling tightly with her lips. She was gradually increasing the speed when Kyle blew his wad. She paused, swallowing it all, before she sat up.

	Kyle was flustered. It had been so long that he had no control. It was wrong to be using a child like this, but he wished it had lasted longer. 

	"That was quick," she announced as she wiped her mouth with a hand. Then she looked at him and laughed. "You're blushing!" She found this hilarious, rolling to her side.

	"Hey," Kyle sputtered. "It's been a while."

	Shelly tried to apologize, but still could not hide her mirth. Kyle reached over and tousled her hair and she went still, looking at him with an odd expression. She leaned forward and hugged him, thanking him. For what exactly, Kyle wasn't sure

	The next night was a busy one and Kyle didn't have time to visit the van. It was just was well as he didn't want Shelly to think she had to suck him off every time she used the van. In the morning, he drove home and was just getting out of the van when he heard her voice.

	"This is your house?" 

	Kyle spun around in surprise.

	"I didn't know you were in there!" he exclaimed.

	Shelly suddenly looked frightened.

	"I'm sorry. Alex was in a really bad mood when I got home so I thought I could stay here..."

	Kyle looked up the street to the nearest house. It was a quarter mile away and they were all alone.

	"It's okay," he said. "You can sleep on the couch - it pulls out to a bed. But what about school?"

	Shelly shrugged.

	"Alex doesn't care about that. He'll write me a note whenever I need one."

	Reassured, Shelly followed him inside. He showed her where the bathroom was and unfolded the bed from the sofa. Stripping to his boxers, he went to his bed and promptly fell asleep. Shelly waited a while before undressing completely and joining him.

	Kyle awoke to find an unfamiliar presence in bed with him. He slowly drew the sheet back, finding Shelly on her back and completely nude. In slumber, she gave the same impression as she had when she laughed - that of an innocent child. Her body was utterly smooth, including her vagina, which looked small and virginal. Her small breasts of which she was so proud were virtually unnoticeable as she lay on her back. Only a slight swelling of her nipples gave any hint of maturation. As if sensing him, she opened her eyes and grinned.

	"Do you like looking at me?" she asked kittenishly.

	"Very much."

	"Try touching me."

	Despite her bold invitation, Shelly help her breath when Kyle reached out. But his work-roughened hand was gentle as he explored her childish beauty and she slowly exhaled. As he cupped one side of her chest, he could better feel the budding flesh of her mammary and she arched her back to push it into his palm. He carefully squeezed her and rubbed the pink center until her nipple was erect. He repeated on the other wide before sliding his hand down her lean belly her hairless sex. 

	Shelly crooned as he fondled her. Kyle rolled over enough so he could take one of her prepubescent tits in his mouth, sucking it and teasing her nipple with his tongue. Shelly closed her eyes, feeling for the first time a mouth on her chest that wasn't biting too hard and a hand between her legs that wasn't trying to jam a finger into her hole. Kyle rubbed Shelly until she became wet. Then his motion changed as he introduced a patient finger into her pussy, stroking inside her with gradually increasing depth. Before he was all the way in, Shelly was pushing back at him, wanting to be completely taken.

	The girl's breathing became harsh and she could not keep from squirming as she was sucked and fondled and probed. Her movements became almost frantic until she suddenly went rigid and gasped aloud. After a few seconds, she relaxed and stared at him.

	"Did I just cum?"

	"I think so," Kyle said. "You never had before?"

	He instantly regretted those words when he saw her face.

	"No, most of the time it either hurts or is just gross. A couple of times, some john in a hotel would touch me and it sort of felt good, but then they just wanted to fuck me 'til they came and then get me out of their hotel room."

	Shelly reached down and took Kyle's erection in one hand.

	"Put it in me," she begged. "But do it so it feels good for me."

	There was no hesitation on Kyle's part as he ached for feel of Shelly's pussy. Her soft quim opened to accept him and her tunnel was almost feverish as he penetrated its dripping, clinging depths. He held himself up with his arms so as not to crush her with his weight. Shelly appreciated this as she was usually smothered by her unthinking clients as they jammed themselves inside of her. 

	Together, they increased their tempo with Shelly using her legs around Kyle's waist as he stroked inside her body. She felt delightfully naughty as she could feel her lubricated cunt squishing as his cock sawed in and out of it. Looking down, Kyle could see the eleven year-old lost in another, better world as they coupled, her tiny breasts bobbing with each thrust. She rolled her hips, using her cunny muscles to milk his cock until he spewed inside of her. This time, she welcomed the warm flow invading her preteen organs.

	Kyle rolled to his side with Shelly moving within so their bodies could remain interlocked. Neither felt the need to speak so they just lay there. Finally, Shelly spoke.

	"Make me cum again," the youngster declared as she made efforts to roll again.

	Kyle went with her motions, rolling on his back so that the girl was on top. The hairless bulge of her pussy was gone, replaced by smaller rolls of her labia as they were stretched around his prick. She rode up and down, freeing Kyle's hands so that one could play with her chest while the other manipulated her clit. She bounced on his cock with the passion of a woman and the excitement of a child, responding to his hands on her body and of the hardness grinding inside her sultry cunt. To Kyle's surprise, they came together, Shelly shuddering in her climax while Kyle pumped his semen into her womb.

	Before they left for the office building, Kyle fished out some of the tax-free cash from his repair work. He tried to give Shelly a night's worth so she wouldn't have to work, but she refused.

	"Look, it's not like I can afford to do this every night, but take this one off," he offered.

	"No, I don't want to give Alex your money."

	"I know. I know. No debts between us. But let me help you - even just this one time."

	Shelly looked angry for a moment before bursting into tears. She didn't resist as Kyle held her.

	"It's not me that needs help," she sobbed. "It's Lila. Alex, he...he..."

	Kyle remained silent, his gut growing cold as he waited for Shelly to continue. She struggled with her tears and spoke again.

	"A week before you found me. He started doing really bad things to her. I came home and she was in bed and crying real bad. She wouldn't say what happened until I saw the blood. He had raped her in the butt. It hurt so bad when he does it to me and I was nine when it started. She's so little and...I don't know what to do. This week, he took her to another man who did it again and the man made a movie too. Now I came here with you and felt so good and Lila's all alone. I left her there!"

	"Look, Shelly, you've got to go to the police. They'll have a doctor examine her and they'll arrest Alex."

	But Shelly shook her head.

	"He knows I want to take Lila away and says he'll kill me if I do. He knows ways to find me and knows all kinds of people who will do it. They'll even f...fuck me so hard until I die. There was a guy with a really huge dick that Alex brings to the house sometimes. I can hardly get it in my mouth. Alex says that guy would be one of the ones to do it to me."

	Kyle felt the rage boiling in him. But among the lessons he learned in Afghanistan was that a revenge attack usually meant a lot of casualties on your side. He had to be the smart one and plan. Be cold. That was how you nailed the wolves in their den.

	That evening, he left a note for Glen Preston.

	"You're a filthy little girl, aren't you?" the man asked.

	"Yes, Daddy," Shelly answered, just as she knew he wanted.

	The man came around every month or so, looking for Shelly under a certain overpass she often used to pick up johns when she had to work the street. He'd always park in the same secluded space and use her anally on the trunk of his car. And he always set up a video camera on a tripod, shooting from a different angle each time. He had been delighted when her breasts had sprouted, giving him something to play with. 

	It was two days since her stay with Kyle and tonight was more of the same with "Daddy". She lay on her bally, legs dangling with her red shirt lying in the dirt and her black spandex skirt hiked above her hips. The camera was recording from the side, catching the slim lines of her prepubescent body while the man twisted her tender titlets and savagely plunged between her round little ass cheeks. He moved so hard that her asshole was burning and her innards felt like mashed potatoes. 

	Since making love with Kyle, she had used that experience to focus her thoughts while other men fucked her. But she had no similar experience with her new friend to help during this encounter.

	"Filthy little girls need their daddies' big cocks in them to teach them a lesson, don't they?"

	"Yes, Daddy. Teach me a lesson."

	The man bored in even harder, assaulting the eleven year-old's rectal passage with all of his fury. He hammered her ass so hard that Shelly's flesh became bruised where the ends of her pelvic bone were banged into the trunk. He came with a huge load as he always did, soiling the child's guts. When he yanked his prick out, his jism poured out from Shelly's raw gaping hole, most spattering on the bumper of the car and the rest trickling down her legs or onto her cunt. 

	"Such a filthy little girl. Now, lick this mess up."

	Two nights later, Shelly was waiting for Kyle in his van and rode with him back to his house. He didn't say a word about Lila, afraid to set something off before he was ready. When they woke up in the afternoon, Shelly rolled onto her stomach and wriggled her ass. 

	"Put it in me back there and make me feel good. I need something good to think about when other guys are doing this. But use some Vaseline - I put it on the bed"

	As before, Kyle was careful as he maneuvered his cock into Shelly's ass. It was clear that she had been used recently and hard, but she insisted on taking him in her rear. He observed her reactions with each thrust, varying his angle and pressure until he found the ones that excited the girl the most. She was hot and oily on the inside, her tissues wrapping around his cock as he rocked in and out of her, finally inducing him to seed her colon.

	"Are you okay?" he asked.

	"Mm hmm," she purred. "You always make the bad stuff that other guys do feel good. My pussy's even wet, but I didn't cum."

	"I'll have to fix that," he said and rolled her onto her back. Then he used his mouth on her pussy for nearly a half hour until she was a quivering wreck as she came. 

	While he planned, Kyle was trying to maintain his focus. Since puberty, his attraction had always been toward females at least of his own age if not older. But here he was in a sexual relationship with an eleven year-old. Part of him was appalled but he knew he couldn't get enough of her. 

	"You have experience now," his battalion sergeant major had lectured after they had been in Afghanistan for a year. "So you've developed some finely honed instincts. Be sure to use them."

	It had been instinct that had made Kyle react as he did when he saw the kid with the grenades and it had saved his life - however altered it may be. He pushed back on the attitudes of the so-called normal world, gradually chipping away what little guilt he felt about what he did with Shelly.

	Three days after his anal sex with Shelly, she once again was waiting for him in his van at the end of his shift. She was strangely somber as he drove home and he did not pry. When they got to his house, Shelly paused and went to get something in the back of the van. To Kyle's surprise, she emerged with another girl.

	"Kyle, this is Lila." Shelly said softly, hoping Kyle wouldn't be upset.

	The resemblance between the sisters was uncanny. Lila's blonde locks were just a shade lighter and her eyes were gray instead of blue, but her soft round face was definitely like Shelly's. As she saw Kyle looking at her, she ducked behind her sister's back.

	"She's scared of men," Shelly explained.

	"I don't doubt it," Kyle said.

	"I heard Alex on the phone with someone planning what they were going to do with Lila. They were...I can't say it. Please, keep her here," Shelly said in a choked voice. 

	Lila looked like she was ready to cry as she saw her big sister's reaction. Kyle quickly hustled them inside and promised Shelly that Lila would be safe here. Lila said nothing, only staring at Kyle from behind the safety of her sister. As the pair cuddled on the couch, Kyle went to bed, hoping his plan would come off now that the timetable had just been accelerated.

	He wasn't sure what time it was, but judging from the wet touches on his erection, Kyle figured that Shelly was in bed with his afternoon wake-up call. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying her mouth when he felt a second tongue on him. Opening his eyes, he saw Shelly and Lila completely undressed and kneeling on either side of him as they lapped at his prick. Shelly was perfectly content but Lila kept her eyes fixed on his face while she licked him.

	When Shelly saw that he was watching them, she guided her little sister to his cock head and had her take him in her mouth. Lila grabbed his shaft with both hands while she sucked on his glans, keeping her wide eyes fixed on him.

	"Don't worry, Lila," Shelly said. "He won't make you choke like the other guys do."

	Then she turned to Kyle.

	"She doesn't swallow cum too good. Tell before you do so she can get her mouth away."

	With her mouth full of cock, the five year-old looked back and forth between her sister and the man her sister insisted was nice. The man wasn't pushing her head down or pulling on her hair to tug her down, so maybe he wasn't so bad. Little by little, Lila began to stroke her mouth up and down a short way. It was as much as she could fit without being scared and the man didn't seem to mind at all.

	Shelly took one of Kyle's hands and placed it in Lila's thigh. Kyle took that as a sign to caress the tyke and gently rubbed her leg and rump while she sucked away. Lila must have liked it because she scooted her body a little closer to him while she maintained her lip lock. It was amazing how strong her little mouth was and Kyle felt the pressure rising in his balls.

	"I'm gonna cum," he announced.

	Lila pulled her mouth off a second before the first spurt shot out. She watched it launch and then giggled as Shelly tried to catch each surge on her tongue as they flew. She was successful on one attempt and Lila clapped her hands.

	"See Shelly?" she asked Kyle with a happy look for once.

	"Yes, your sister is quite talented."

	Shelly waited a while before she began to smear some Vaseline onto Kyle's dick. Lila looked very nervous and Kyle discovered why when Shelly rolled Lila onto her belly started to position her sister's rear end.

	"Shelly, no," Kyle protested. "She's too little."

	"I don't want her to be scared of anything," Shelly retorted, the familiar defiance gleaming in her eyes again. "I want you to show her that everything that's bad can be good again."

	Lila whimpered, but Kyle found himself drawn to the small round globes of her bottom. He now knew why Shelly had insisted on him using her in every way and she wanted the same for her little sister. And it coincided with his new-found lust for the five year-old.

	"Okay," he said. "But let her be on top."

	"Hear that, Lila?" Shelly said sweetly. "You get to be on top. That's not as scary."

	Kyle sat up and eased Lila onto his lap so that she was facing away from him and looking at her sister. As Shelly reassured the smaller girl, Kyle lifted her up and slid his prick between the child's plump little buttocks. With his hands on either side of her waist, he lifted the girl up and down his length as he rode in her butt crack. He tickled her soft tummy with his fingers and could feel her relax before he stopped her so that his head was aimed at the small pucker he felt.

	"Here we go now," he said. "Nice and easy."

	Shelly moved in and hugged Lila's head to her chest as Kyle slowly penetrated the tot. She was incredibly tight, but her anus responded to the slow, careful insertion and stretched enough for Kyle to proceed. Lila moaned softly as the man's prick entered her, making her rectum straighten around his harness until he had several inches in. Acting out of an instinct from infancy, Lila's mouth closed around one of Shelly's nipples, seeking comfort as she suckled at one of her sister's budding breasts.

	Shelly made a startled exclamation, but did not try to pull away. She looked down at Lila in amazement as her flesh responded to her baby sister's urgent need. Kyle could tell that Shelly was getting turned on and left the sisters where they were. 

	Reaching with one hand, Kyle's fingers spider-walked down Lila's belly until they found the fat little mound of hairless flesh between the little girl's thighs. She was obviously smaller than Shelly and her cuntlet was rounder and pudgier. Kyle kneaded and probed the girl flesh, soon making Lila moan around her sister's breast. He took his time, manipulating the baby twat until Lila's juices finally flowed.

	Kyle wriggled a finger between the soft outer labia until he found her entrance. Just inside was an obstruction - the child's hymen was still intact. Kyle stroked the virgin surface before returning to the rest of the sopping little quim, leaving Lila with one small piece of her innocence. 

	As she was deliciously molested, Lila squirmed on Kyle's cock. The tot's guts wrapped and rubbed his member while her anus kept its clenching seal around him. Despite being muffled by Shelly's chest, Lila's sounds were sharp as the unsuspecting tot was brought to orgasm. Her body jerked, driving her ass a half-inch farther onto Kyle's dick. This added bit of friction set him off, dumping boiling loads of semen into the five year-old's tiny bowels. 

	It was several minutes before the sisters separated. Both of Shelly's little titlets were wet with saliva and topped with stiffened nipples. Kyle hadn't paid attention and wasn't sure if Lila and moved from one titty to the other of if Shelly had shifted her around. Either way, he enjoyed the view as Shelly helped her little sister off of him. 

	After Kyle showered, Shelly ran a bath for Lila and joined her in the tub. Kyle was in the kitchen, making spaghetti as he heard them splashing and giggling. His mind turned to lewd fantasies as to what they might be doing and he had to be careful not to let his stiffness poke through his shorts and get too close to the stove.

	Kyle insisted that Shelly stay with Lila that night, telling the girl that Alex would definitely be on the prowl for the both of them. Shelly did not argue and was perfectly content to stay with her sister in their hideout. 

	When he returned the following morning, both girls were in bed, naked and ready to play. He wondered what mischief they had been up to as he could have sworn he saw some moisture on both of their bald little pussies. But he was exhausted and went to sleep with a girl in each arm.

	They spent more time in bed after he woke up. Lila sat up, watching in awe as she saw Kyle's cock sliding in and out of Shelly's slick twat. Later, with her pussy nicely creamed, Shelly held her little sister in her lap, holding her legs apart as Kyle munched on the five year-old's tiny cuntlet until she poured her small load of juice in the man's mouth.

	It was with these happy thoughts in his head that he arrived at work. Joe told him to go up and see Glen Preston, who was waiting for him.

	"It wasn't very hard," the lawyer told Kyle. "Uncontested transfer of guardianship is remarkably uncomplicated. The only sneaky thing I had to do was to have it notarized in advance - it's supposed to be done with the signatures being witnessed."

	Kyle saw that Preston himself had done the notarization, seal and all. 

	"Gee, what did you have to do to get that part done?" he joked.

	Preston leaned back in his chair and grinned. 

	"I drive a hard bargain," he replied. "I wound up having to bribe myself with a bottle of good scotch."

	Then the lawyer paused and looked at Kyle.

	"Seriously, I thought you were going to ask me for something big. And all you want is to have custody of some kids? That's a lot of work and responsibility for you."

	"The stepfather is the guardian and he just doesn't want to be saddled with his late wife's kids," Kyle lied. "I know the girls and they're just fine. They won't be much of a bother." 

	"Yeah, until they want a Porsche for their sixteenth birthday," Preston grumbled, unsuccessfully hiding a grin. "But, good luck to you."

	Later that night, Kyle reached Alex at the number Shelly had given him. He told him he had information on the girl's whereabouts and arranged to meet him at the underpass where Shelly had often worked. 

	Alex may have been a sadistic son of a bitch, but he didn't know shit about self-defense. Kyle tried to not to laugh as he saw the other man stuff a pistol into the waist in the front of his jeans before pulling his shirt over it. Kyle was sorely tempted to grab the thing and shoot it where it was tucked, depriving Alex of his fun parts.

	"So where are they?" Alex asked impatiently. He was full of menace but Kyle was not intimidated.

	"They're at my place."

	"And who the fuck are you?"

	"The man with the plan."

	Kyle held out the guardianship paperwork and told Alex to sign or else the girls would be having a long and revealing discussion with some nice policemen. Alex sputtered and tried to bully the stranger, but there was something in the younger man's countenance that told Alex he was out of his league. 

	Muttering a curse, he put the paperwork on the hood of his car and scribbled his signature. Then Kyle began to do the same. As Kyle was leaning over, Alex reached for his gun.

	He was so inept it was almost pathetic. Kyle was prepared to stab the other man through the eye with the pen but paused when it was apparent that Alex couldn't get the gun clear of his pants. Kyle let him fumble in panic for a moment before he reached out and jerked him closer with one hand. With the other, he stabbed forward with fingers straight, crushing Alex's larynx. 

	The girls' former stepfather fell to the ground, clawing at this throat while he choked. Kyle thought he'd enjoy watching him struggle to breathe but found he had no appetite for watching death come slowly. He reached down and gave Alex's head a violent twist, ending it all.

	Kyle left Alex's car where it was - in this neighborhood, it wouldn't be there for long - especially after Kyle put the keys back in the ignition. After a brief visit to Hawke's point where he sent Alex off with no fanfare, he drove past their earlier meeting point and saw no trace of the other vehicle. 

	The next stop was Alex's house where he cleaned out what few possessions the girls had. He also found an old photo album with pictures of girls in their younger years with both of their original parents. Alex's computer and back-up drives also went with Kyle, removing any trace of what had been done to the girls. Eventually, the police would investigate the missing man after bills went unpaid and mail piled up but would only find evidence of someone who had skipped town. It happened all the time. Of course, the girls and their legal guardian would have no idea where he went.

	After depositing Alex's computer and other data into a dumpster at the office building, Kyle returned to work. Seeing the younger man's satisfied expression, Joe grinned and piped up.

	"Hey! What's with that look? You went out and got laid, didn't you? On company time, no less! Hoo yah! Wait a minute - does she have a sister?"

	"Joe, you're an old man."

	"Fine. Does she have a mother?"

	The girls were surprised when Kyle returned with the photo album and their small collection of things. They peppered him with questions when he explained that Alex was out of town (which was technically true since the shark area was outside of city limits). But Kyle remained vague on the details as he undressed and got into bed with them.

	Lila snuggled against him on one side, pressing her rump against his hand where he was holding her. Shelly laid her head on his chest and asked him once more how he had accomplished everything.

	"All in a night's work," he yawned.



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