From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   rStory:EDWARD'S CHILDREN 10   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
       Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws   
      
       Chapter 10 TUTI ESCAPES A FORCED MARRIAGE   
      
       I was on my way to the office after dropping Amy off at school when my   
   cell phone rang.  It was Tuti, she was crying and clearly distraught.  She   
   was so upset I had difficulty understanding her.  I couldn't understand why   
   she was so upset and I couldn't understand her replies to my questions of   
   where she was.  "Tuti, do you have the money I gave you?" I asked.  "Yes   
   sir," she replied.  "Can you get to a taxi?" I asked.  "I think so," she   
   replied.  "Get into a taxi and get him to take you to my house, if the taxi   
   costs more than you have tell him I will pay the extra when he arrives," I   
   told her.  "OK, will you be there when I arrive?" she asked.  "I will be   
   there, can you tell me how long it will take for you to get to the house?"   
   I asked.  "I don't know maybe an hour," she replied.  "Do you have your key   
   to my house?" I asked.  "Yes," she said, "But I'm frightened to be alone."   
   "I'll be at my house in less than one hour, you get into a taxi right now,   
   " I told her with some authority.   
      
       I spent 15 minutes at the office getting cover for myself before going   
   home and waiting for Tuti.  I spent an anxious hour waiting and then a taxi   
   arrived at the gates and Tuti got out.  I opened the gates and ran out to   
   meet her.  She ran to me and into my arms sobbing uncontrollably.  "Baby,   
   don't cry, I'm here now, everything's fine, tell me what's wrong?" I asked.   
      
       I got her inside, sat her down and got her a drink.  I sat besides her   
   and put my arm around her, she wrapped her arms around me like I was going   
   to escape.  She calmed down to just a sob.  "Tell me what happened baby."   
   "Mommy took me to this man's house and said he was going to marry me.  He   
   was old, and dirty and he smelled.  He put me in a room with three other   
   girls who were his other wives whilst my Mom spoke to him.  The other girls   
   looked frightened and they told me he makes them work hard all day and   
   beats them all the time and they have horrible food and dirty clothes.  Mom   
   took me back to our village and I told her that I didn't want to live with   
   that man.  She told me I had to and that I would be marrying him later this   
   week.  She told me I had to stay with my aunt until I was married.  I   
   begged her not to put me with that man and she told me I was stupid and   
   that no nice men would have a stupid girl and that he was the only man who   
   would have me.  I'm frightened, Mr Edward, I don't want to live with that   
   man, I won't know what to do when he tells me and he'll beat me because I'm   
   stupid."   
      
       "Tuti, you are NOT stupid, you are a very clever girl, you are pretty   
   and kind and lots of nice men would like to marry you, I would be happy if   
   you were my wife," I told her.  "Will you marry me?" she asked.  "I'd love   
   to sweetie but I am already married," I said.  "I could be your second   
   wife," she suggested in desperation.  "Ah . . .  it's not that simple   
   sweetie, in my culture we're only allowed one wife, otherwise I would love   
   to have you as my second wife," I said.  How do I get myself into these   
   situations I thought.  I've got a seven year old who won't stop until I'm   
   in prison and a twelve year old asking me to marry her; the world's gone   
   mad.  "Tuti, I promise you I will do everything I can to protect you," I   
   told her kissing her sweet forehead.  "You jump into a nice warm bath and   
   get yourself some clean clothes whilst I make some enquiries," I told her.   
      
       I telephoned an Indonesian friend who was a lawyer.  I told him the   
   circumstance and asked his advice.  Of course I didn't tell him I was   
   fucking her.  He told me that her parents could do what they liked with her   
   and Tuti had no rights and no say in the matter.  He suggested that it was   
   probable that the man was paying the mother some money for her to use her   
   as cheap labour, effectively he was buying a slave.  It was quite common   
   practice especially if the child was disabled or mentally handicapped.  He   
   suggested that the only way to stop it was to bribe the mother.  It wasn't   
   much later when the phone rang.  It was Suja, Tuti's mother.  Her sister   
   had telephoned her at her place of employment and told he that Tuti had run   
   away.  She was looking for her.  I told her nothing but asked if I could   
   come and speak to her.  Her employer was out so she agreed.   
      
       Tuti was still in the bath.  She looked so lovely soaking in the tub,   
   her soft sallow skin covered in bubbles, her pert little titties looked   
   like they were floating.  "Tuti, I'm just going out for a little while,   
   I'll lock all the doors, don't let anybody in," I told her not daring to   
   tell her I was going to see her mother who was looking for her.  "No, don't   
   leave me I'm frightened," she begged.  "Baby, I'm going to see someone   
   about how to help us, you stay here and you'll be safe," I told her.   
      
       I went to see Suja, I told her that Tuti was with me, how frightened she   
   was and how upset I was as things were going so well with her job at school   
   and her being my maid.  Suja wasn't happy at having her authority   
   challenged.  She was angry at Tuti disobeying her and angry at me   
   harbouring her.  She argued that she was Tuti's mother and knew what was   
   best for her.  Because Tuti was mentally handicapped she would never get a   
   good husband and as her mother she had to get the best she could for her. I   
   argued that she could stay with me and work at the school.  She wouldn't   
   have it and I suspected it was because this man was paying her and she had   
   the smell of dollars under her nose.   
      
       "Suja, my only concern is what is best for Tuti and I think she would   
   have a better future as my maid, if you agree to let her stay with me I   
   would be happy to give you say, US$100, to help you with your family," I   
   told her.  "Thank you Mr Edward, but I think she'll be better marrying Mr   
   Tanatu," she replied.  "How about US$200?" I offered.  She paused for   
   thought.  "That's very kind of you but Mr Tanatu also gives her marriage,"   
   she said.  "How about US$250?" I suggested.  She paused for thought again.   
   "I only want the best for Tuti," she said, "How about US$250 and you marry   
   her," she suggested?  "Suja, I'm already married, you know that." I   
   replied. "Yes, but this is a Muslim country and you can have more than one   
   wife," she countered.  I was lost for words.  I argued a little longer but   
   in the end she wouldn't budge.  The most I could get from her was 24 hours   
   to think about it.   
      
       I thought about it on the drive back.  Marrying a second wife was   
   ridiculous and marrying a twelve year old was doubly ridiculous.  I got   
   back to the house to find Tuti wearing my robe and curled up on the sofa   
      
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