From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: EDWARD'S CHILDREN 7   
      
     bobandcarole   
      
       Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws   
      
       CHAPTER 7 AMY ENTRUSTED TO THE CARE OF UNCLE EDDIE   
      
       I got a call from Sarah mid morning just to say hello.  I got another   
   call from her in the afternoon to say that George's relatives had   
   telephoned to tell her that George's parents had been involved in a road   
   accident.  She'd spoken to George and was waiting for him to call back with   
   news.  She called me later to tell me that George's father was dead and his   
   mother was in hospital.  I offered to do anything I could to help, of   
   course there was nothing I could do.   
      
       I got home about 5.30pm to be met at the door by Tuti who was bouncing   
   up and down like a coiled spring.  She was so excited by her day.  She was   
   speaking at a hundred miles and hour telling me about the teachers, the   
   children, the classroom, the playground, her new 'best' friends.  Again, I   
   had to call into play all my listening skills.  Actually that's not right,   
   I admit I was not massively interested in the detail, but watching her face   
   lit up and feeling her excitement was a joy to behold.  She was not only   
   beautiful she so pleased by the smallest of things.  She was skipping round   
   the flat all evening, shuffling her bits around in preparation for the   
   following day which clearly could not come quick enough for her.   
      
       I called George at home to offer my sympathy.  He explained that his   
   father had died, they weren't sure whether he died from his injuries or   
   he'd had a heart attack.  George's mother had neck injuries and was   
   paralysed; they were hoping that the paralysis might be temporary caused by   
   the swelling.   
      
       I dropped Tuti off at school the following morning.  She ran straight to   
   her new friends, jabbering away to them.  Sarah called me mid morning to   
   update me on what was happening.  George was trying to sort out flights   
   back.  He was going to get himself an open ticket and get her a seven or   
   ten day return.  She explained that the following week was Amy's school   
   exam week.  Amy was in a school which followed an American (I think) system   
   which required the children to take exams at the end of each academic year   
   to establish if they had reached the required standard to progress to the   
   next class.  They were consequently thinking about leaving Amy here and not   
   taking her back for the funeral.  Again, out of courtesy, I offered to do   
   anything I could to help.   
      
       Sarah called me on Wednesday to say that they had gotten flights out on   
   Friday.  "Have you got someone to look after Amy?" I asked.   
      
       "That's the reason I'm calling you now," she replied.  "We've discussed   
   the situation with Amy and she asked if she can stay with you and Tuti.   
   I've told her that wouldn't be possible because you're on your own and   
   wouldn't be able to cope with her."   
      
       "We'd love to have Amy!" I told her.  "Tuti would be thrilled to have a   
   playmate staying."   
      
       "What about dropping her off and picking her up from school and the   
   domestic chores in between?" she asked.   
      
       "Sarah, it's not like I haven't had children, I know the routine, I am   
   sure I can manage a little inconvenience for a week or so."   
      
       "OK," she said, "I'll speak to George when he gets in."   
      
       "Tell him I'd be happy to give you a lift to the airport on Friday if   
   you want one." She thanked me and rang off.  I sat back in my chair, my   
   mind racing.  My own little seven year old for a week!  Why me?  I   
   wondered. Did Amy really ask to stay with us or did Sarah push her towards   
   us?  Amy did get on well with Tuti and I have always spoilt her, maybe she   
   did ask to stay with us.  Then again, surely she would have wanted to stay   
   with her regular long-standing best friend(s), she'd only known Tuti for   
   one night.   
      
       Was Sarah trying to, surreptitiously, get her feet under my table?  I   
   read a study one time about married couples having affairs often   
   engineering social relationships between themselves and their respective   
   spouses.  Maybe planting Amy in my home was Sarah's way of getting a step   
   closer to installing herself in my house?  Did she suspect my attraction to   
   Amy?  Did she want to tempt me?  Did she know she was placing Amy's   
   innocence in jeopardy?  Was she doing that on purpose?  I had a lot to   
   think about.   
      
       That evening Tuti was her usual bright, bouncy self.  She was still   
   engrossed in the day to day detail of her new adventure at school.  I   
   didn't mention to her that Amy might be staying with us because I yet to   
   get my head around how to handle it.  And, for that matter, it might not   
   happen and we'd both be disappointed.   
      
       The next day I got the confirmation call from Sarah.  I was taking them   
   to the airport at 10am and collecting Amy from school at 3.30pm.  After   
   five years, suddenly everything was happening so quickly!  The opportunity,   
   I had planned for and waited so patiently was suddenly upon me and I felt   
   panic, I wasn't ready, I didn't have a plan.  I thought of nothing else, I   
   needed a plan and I didn't know where to start.  Tuti had been sleeping in   
   my bed.  Would I achieve more with her in my bed?  Do I recruit her to help   
   with the objective?  Do I try and keep her out of the way?  What do I hope   
   to achieve?  Do I hope to attempt to turn Amy into a willing partner?   
   Would she tell?  I suspected that I would not have the self discipline   
   necessary to resist penetrating her to some degree.   
      
       So, to that end I had purchased some Vielle lubricant (none of that crap   
   KY stuff for my baby) and some analgesic cream, the stuff that you rub on   
   babies teeth when their teething.  I also bought some sleeping tablets, not   
   prescription stuff, just the help you relax types.  I bought some colouring   
   books and similar bits to keep Amy and Tuti amused.  And, I bought a video   
   security system.  The system consisted of two cameras inside small boxes   
   looking like burglar alarm beam boxes and was configured so that I could   
   log in remotely from my computer.  I rigged that up with one camera in the   
   main bathroom on the wall at one end of the bath pointing at the toilet.   
   And one in the spare bedroom.  They were a bit obvious, but I am sure that   
   Amy and Tuti wouldn't understand what they were.   
      
       That night I discussed the situation with Tuti.  She was excited about   
   Amy staying with us and the prospects of playing little girl games   
   together. I told her that she had to sleep in the maid's quarters.  I   
   explained how unhappy that made me but it had to be done.  She seemed to   
   understand.  At 9pm I suggested she get herself ready for bed whilst I made   
   her a drink of hot chocolate.  I crushed one of the sleeping tablets into   
   her drink.  I wanted test how effective they were.  The instructions said   
      
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