The Guardian

all the casinos in Vegas to get together, pool some funds and build a new Child Welfare Offices facility? How did these needs reflect on what would accommodate the needs of the City? They could even write it off for the Christ’s sake. It wouldn’t cost them a billion dollars. They all piss away millions of dollars on a regular basis.
    If they would take their greedy ass attitude and look at the positive publicity that they would generate for themselves, it would be staggering.
    Alas, they wouldn’t do that because then, heaven forbid somebody else would want a fair share. Why waste good real-estate on a bunch of kids when you can put a new, perfectly good, money making, profit generating casino in the same spot.
    Halloway put the paper down. It made his stomach hurt to think about it. He hated to admit it. This guy was actually doing a good thing. It was too bad he was going about it in all the wrong ways. But, it was getting everyone’s attention. That was a fact. He wondered how long it would be before they got another call. If in fact God really did send this guy down as a Guardian Angel for abused children, he better prepare himself. He was about to be inundated with prayers from all over the world.

Part Four
    A Brand New Evil

Chapter 42
    He’d been watching the news and reading the papers. It was making him sick to his stomach. Who did this asshole think he was? What made him so fucking special? Whoever died and left him in charge? He was no Guardian Angel. He couldn’t stop them from doing what was natural.
    There was nothing wrong with showing some kid some attention. They were only sharing their love and affection with them. He understood how it was. When he was a very young boy it had been explained to him how it was. Sure, it’s scary at first. Once you learn that it’s only a more direct way of showing how much someone cares about you, it makes things a lot better.
    Well, this Guardian, whoever he was, wasn’t going to be able to catch him. Everyone was starting to look at every stupid thing someone did for no good reason. He was finding it more difficult going to the parks, arcades, schools. He liked to go there and watch them play.
    He knew that if he lingered too long someone would probably call this Guardian asshole. They would accuse him of all kinds of stuff. He definitely didn’t need the heat.
    His collection of child pornography was extensive. Still, masturbating to the pictures and videos that he had was getting old. He was starting to need the real thing. His urges were starting to get a bit harder to control. He’d made several trips to the Orient where it was easy to get young girls, very young girls. They were more than willing to accommodate his sexual desires. However, here, here in the states it was becoming increasingly more difficult to find and get what he desired.
    Well, that was okay. His mother had died leaving him a substantial inheritance and he could probably buy what ever he needed. Just not here. The problems with that was the risk involved. He sure as hell didn’t want to go to prison for trying to share his love with a child. Society didn’t understand. Many of these kids are dying for affection and attention. They just didn’t understand.
    He had a plan though. It was a bit risky, yes. If things went the way he planned them, he could have his little friends on a permanent basis. Nobody would ever know.
    As he sat and watched the little girls running about the school yard, the only thing separating them was the chain link fence. He imagined their sweet, young innocence. He imagined their virgin bodies just waiting for his loving touch. He could teach them much more than some stupid school system. They would be his to control as he wished.
    He liked young boys too. But he preferred young girls. He had to be careful. He was starting to get an erection just thinking about it. Watching the young girls definitely was not helping him at all. That was the reason he always wore loose pants and baggy athletic jerseys that hung down low.
    As he watched the school yard, he had to force himself to take his eyes off the girls. They would climb on the Monkey Bars, their skirts flying up showing their panties. He scanned the area to make sure that he wasn’t being watched himself. He’d already been there longer than he should have been.
    With a deep, heavy sigh, he turned and started walking away towards his van. He never parked in any area near the places where he liked