STOLEN

with two four-year-olds who were full of stories and a million and
one questions about everything under the sun. There was lots of 'mommy guess
what' and daddy did you know?'
    Roderick was really great with them I
liked to watch him, his patience and understanding so completely different from
my father's.
    I bathed the boys and got them ready
for bed while Roderick took his shower. I was in bed under the covers by the
time he was finished. It got dark early up here this time of year, by seven it
would be pitch black, we would either watch TV or read but I knew we needed to
have this conversation so I left my book sitting on the nightstand.
    "You ready to talk little
girl?"
    "Yes daddy."
    "Go ahead."
    I fidgeted a little because although
Roderick has always maintained that we could discuss anything I've never really
questioned his authority before.
    "Uhm...it's just that...I didn't
deliberately go looking for that Sam guy...."
    "Is this the first time some guy
tried to talk to you on there?"
    "Uh...." Shit, I knew I
should've left well enough alone.
    "No....." My voice was
barely above a whisper.
    "And how did you handle it the
last time?"
    "I just ignored it."
    "And did he stop?"
    "Eventually yes."
    "This group you're in, do you
know anyone there personally have you ever met any of
    them?"
    "Of course not."
    "How do you know they are who
they say they are?"
    I shrugged my shoulders; this is not
going at all the way I expected it to.
    "Do you remember about ten years
ago? You might've been too young to remember but it made international news,
there was a young girl that went missing. Her family begged and pleaded for
weeks, the media was all over the story because the girl came from a very
influential family."
    I did not have a good feeling about
this. I wanted to stop him before he went any further but that train had
already left the station and I just knew he was about to tell me something
horrible.
    "The police, the FBI, every
possible government agency was called in, money was no object, with all those
resources there was nothing to be done, she disappeared without a trace.
Finally a cyber task force took over, when they took her PC apart they found
all these emails and private messages between her and an unknown man.
    It took them months to piece it
together but by then it was too late, she'd been dead since the first week
she'd been taken. That thirteen year-old girl was my sister Janet, she met her
predator in a chat room where she'd been meeting other kids and sharing
information, you're an adult, you're not a thirteen year-old girl, but you're my
wife and I'll be damned if the same thing will happen to you."
    "Oh my gosh, oh daddy, I'm so
sorry." I hugged him as tight as I've ever hugged him before, my heart
breaking into a million pieces for him, for his remembered pain.
    That answered a lot; though I always
suspected it had to be something horrible that had sent him running from
civilization, I’d never imagined something like this. He hardly ever spoke of
his past and his contact with his family was minimal at best. Now I understood
why he was so overprotective so anal about our security, it's a good thing I
didn't mind being hidden away up here, had I been one for big city lights and
the party scene we would have major issues.
    Now with this new revelation it was a
wonder he even let me near the computer at all.
    "I promise to be careful I won't
talk to people on there."
    "You can talk Simone, just not
about personal things and definitely no fucking flirting there's no difference
between flirting on there or in person as far as I'm concerned.
    You're no longer a prisoner here, you
can come and go as you please...okay maybe that's stretching the truth a little
bit, but you know what I mean, you have your freedom, but if you put yourself
in danger I'm not going to handle it very well, call it paranoia call me
domineering, whatever makes you happy, but I will never stop taking care of you
and if that means you get an ass whipping every once in a while, then so be it.
Are we clear?"
    "Clear."
    "Good, now let me take care of
you."
    He rubbed more ointment into my
already fading welts, but there was no repeat of the afternoon's love making.
Instead after he'd cleaned up in the bathroom, he came back to bed pulled me on
top of his body, kissed my forehead and we went to sleep with me held safely in
his arms.

Chapter
12

 
    My aching cock woke me early the next
morning. Simone was still sprawled on top of me