My sister,my sex slave(25)

She sat for a moment, gazing out at the traffic, trying to think but she knew that there was really very little choice for her.

"All right," she said. "I will do whatever you ask of me. And I will ask Lily to help, too."

He shook his head, slowly. He was parking some distance from the library and he turned to face her as soon as he shut the engine off. He was still shaking his head at her.

"No," he said. "We can't trust a thirteen-year-old girl. What she doesn't know about, she can't spill."

"How do you know how old Lily is?"

He grinned and she was sure then that she liked him. She liked him very much right then.

"I know all about both of you," he said. "I began investigating you and Lily as soon as I learned that the guest house had been rented and then vacated. I'm afraid that I know all about both of you. Once I had your names, it was easy.

"Oh," Norma said, deflated. She realized that if he knew so much about them he would know that she was only a couple of years older than Lily and he certainly wouldn't have any romantic interest in her. That made her awfully unhappy for the moment.

"How will I contact you?" Norma asked, finally. "The phones are disconnected. Lennie said he doesn't want them on."

"I know. Can you get out of the house at night?"

"Maybe," Norma said, gloomily, "but I could never get out of the grounds. That place is like a fortress."

"I know, but I have a key to the gate at the far end of the estate. There is an old carriage house there and it is used to store the power mowers and tools. If you could meet me there, say, at two in the morning, when everyone else is sound asleep, then we could talk and you could tell me what I need to know."

"Every night?"

He nodded. "Every night. I have to know when Lennie is getting ready to move. I know that he has the girl, Carol, and the twins with him, but I don't think that he intends taking them along when he goes. He has always deserted his help in the past. This time, he thinks he has made a big haul. He won't want company when he goes."

A wave of sadness dimmed Norma's disposition as she sat and thought of the future.

"I hate to see Carol and the boys get into trouble," she said. "I like Carol and the twins are very nice, too."

He shrugged. "They all know that they are stealing. I am only concerned about you. You are a very beautiful young girl. I would hate to have to put in prison. You could go away for five years. What are you now? Nineteen, twenty? You'd be twenty-five at least before you got out."

She was so pleased to learn that he didn't really know her actual age, that she reacted with a touch of humor.

"I'd be an old lady," she said, gravely.

"All right. You go on and meet whoever is going to pick you up. You sneak out of the house tonight at two and meet me at the old carriage house. Maybe you'd better go for a walk this afternoon so you will be able to find the place in the dark."

"All right," she said. She hesitated, then added, "I'll be scared to death in that place at two in the morning. I'll be terrified."

"I'11 comfort you," he said. "Now, you see if you can make me some lists of just what has been taken from the house so far."

"I think I know. With your lists I can be sure. Now good-bye, and take care. I'll see you tonight."

She gave him her shy smile and then she got out and walked back in the morning sunshine and the beauty of the day began to affect her and she was suddenly happy. She turned to look back and she saw that Adam Wright was already driving away. He turned at the block behind her and he waved at her as he went on his way. She waved back and then, as she moved toward the library and her date with Carol, she suddenly felt awfully alone, awfully unnerved.

She liked Adam Wright and she wished that he could spend the day with her. She thought about meeting him at two in the morning in an old deserted carriage house on the estate and that unnerved her even more.

Carol pulled up in front of her as she sat on one of the benches intended for bus passengers. She got into the car and when Carol smiled at her and asked if she had found the books she needed, she nodded and spread them out on the seat. Carol glanced at them and then she concentrated upon her driving.

They were using Lennie's car, an expensive sedan, and she looked at Carol's beautiful face and soft, brown hair and she wished that she could spare Carol from a future in jail. But, there was nothing that she could do. Nothing.

She felt that she would like to talk with Carol, really try to get to know her, but there was a sort of built-in barrier in Carol. There would be so many things that she would not say to such a lovely young girl, things like frivolous comments or small talk. She sat beside the brunette and kept still all during the long drive back to the Todd house.