Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 53

…. Not great odds, but handleable with surprise….

But how to keep the surprise…?

Charlotte’s wrist twists and tugs in my hand. I grab, but she’s gone, running, heading for the darkness beyond the farmyard, as though she is trying to escape into the night. There are yells and shouts, pursuing figures, the sound of running feet echoing into the darkness….

…. And I stand, cursing under my breath, fists raised to empty air as my Jade-Eyes sets the distraction which she wanted, and I forbade.

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Five Years Ago

He sits in an armchair by the fireside, a teapot, cup and saucer and a small jug of milk on the table to his side.

The room is warm and comfortable, homely, with framed photos displayed on a mantle. One is old, monochrome ageing to yellow of a young couple, smiling and arm-in-arm. Another is of a young red-haired girl.

Mr Kalkowski moves slowly, his hair silver and cheeks sunken, but his eyes are bright and dark behind the spectacles.

He takes the cup, sighing with enjoyment as he takes his first sip of morning tea, then unfolds the newspaper, shaking it to settle it to a comfortable reading position.

And as he sees the headline, he goes still.

Child Slavery Scandal - Children's Home Linked to Sex Market

Reports are emerging of the escape of up to eighty children from the Blessingmoors Children’s Home. Speculation is rife that the children were trafficked from countries worldwide and were destined for the sex market and labour gangs….

He reads the article carefully, drinking his tea. Then he pours himself another cup and re-reads the article.

Breathing deeply, he sits back in his chair, fingers steepled.

After a while, he stands, walking carefully to his desk. He takes out a pad of paper and a pen and in a neat and careful hand, begins to write.

Dear Jenny,

I do not know when or if this letter will find you.

I am writing to you now because I have read today in the newspaper of the scandal which has broken from the 'home' in which you were incarcerated prior to your life here….

He continues to write for some time….

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Five Years Ago

“What the fuck's happening, Bech?”

“Sir, we have a situation here.”

“Situation? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“There has been a breakout, sir, from Blessingmoors.”

“Ah, crap. Well find the kid and haul him back.”

“No sir, you don't understand. This isn’t a single escapee. It's all of them.”

A pause.

Klempner's voice is slow. “Did I hear you correctly, Bech? All of them?”

“Yes, sir. All of them.”

There is a long silence on the end of the line.

“That’s not good, Bech. How the hell did it happen?”

“I’m still trying to find out. From what I’m hearing, there was some kind of break-in.”

“Who the hell was on security? I’ll have their balls for this.”

“It barely matters sir. The staff are all in custody. Every one of them that hasn’t made a run for it. Hilda is under arrest too.…”

Another long silence. “What’s your own position, Bech? Can they trace her back to you?”

“No, sir. I was never more than a voice on the line to her. So long as I keep my head down, no-one has any reason to suspect me. That being the case, I'll stay put.”

“Bech, just how serious is the situation over there?”

Bech takes a deep breath. “All hell's breaking loose.”

“What about Jennifer?”

“Jennifer?” Bech is startled. “She’s where she’s always been. On the farm.”

“Retrieve her, Bech. I’ll get her out of the country.”

“Sir, surely, given the currrent situation, this is hardly the most pressing matter that….”

“Do as you’re fucking told, Bech. I’m on my way now. I want her there and available when I arrive.”

“Sir, where are you?”

“Right now, I'm in Juba on my way back, in what passes for an airport here.”

“Sir I strongly advise that you do not return here. And don't travel on your usual passport. Do not return to this country. Not yet and not under your current identity.”

“And where am I going to get another passport from? They're in the fucking stone age here.”

“I suggest sir, make whatever changes in your appearance seem appropriate then get an image to me. If I have an ID, visa and so on made up for you and get one couriered across to you, are you able to pass through the system there?”

“Yes, that’s no problem. The local officials are corrupt as it comes. It’s why I’m here goddammit. There’ll be no problems greasing a few palms.”

“Fine sir. In that case, get the photo to me and I’ll deal with the paperwork at this end.”

“I'll be in touch, Bech.”

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