" Couldn't they put them in protective custody?" It wouldn't help, not really. There are too many of them. They might get a few, but then the rest wou...d just keep doing what they are doing." But once some were safe, wouldn't others come forward?" Safe? They wouldn't be safe. Don't you understand? No one is safe." What do you mean?" I mean it's been tried, twice. Once a girl turned her father in to the police; he was killed while he was still in jail and the girl, her sister, and her mother were. Mom insisted. After the funeral, Mom, Alyssa, and I met with Mr. Van Dusen for the reading of the will. Dad left mom everything from the safe deposit box, which included the deed to the house and the small bit of land it sat on. Mr. Van Dusen also gave mom the paperwork on the new account he set up with the money from the box. I found out later that she knew of a company who had been looking to purchase the land behind the house, but only if Mom and Dad sold the house and that land too. They. I snuck into the backyard hoping she left the blinds how they were. They were slightly open but enough to see perfectly into her bathroom. I suppose she didn't have much in her backyard or behind the house so she didn't bother closing the blinds. I can see her head laying on the tub relaxed as ever. You can tell she was a bit stressed and thinking things out in her life. She laid there for awhile. Playing with the end of her hair because she didn't go underneath the water. She continued to cup. I turn away."Baby," she says, coming for me. Her arms reach around me, her head to my right shoulder. Oh the smells... light perfume... banana shampoo... peppermint breath... and pussy. She rubs her body softly against me but with such sexual tension and desire. My legs are weak. Oh god, I can't DO this!"Beeko!" No response. "Beeko?"She turned me around, facing her. Those deep, seductive eyes..."Who's Beeko?" she asks, her tongue rolling about her teeth as she does."Ah... no one," I said..