“A Little Undercover Work” Part 1

by Omnibus

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Contains adult content and themes for 18 years and older.

ôMy, my. Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains.ö (Humphrey Bogart - ôThe Big Sleepö (1946))

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CLIK! CLIK! CLIK! CLIK! CLIK! Echoed the noise from Sandra McBrideÆs black high heels as she walked down the dark and deserted hallway. She had just finished working a 12 hour shift undercover as a prostitute and her attitude was starting to match her outfit. That and the fact she only nailed one solicitor all night was beginning to grate on the 37 year oldÆs ego a bit.

Sandra had been a police officer for over 12 year now, with the last six dealing mainly with undercover work, and this was the first time she had ever been in this part of the building. As a matter of fact, she really couldnÆt tell what part of the precinct she was in right now, expect that she was down in one of the basement levels. All that she knew for certain was that she was told by Lieutenant Gilland to report to this area at 5 AM this morning. He told her to just get in the elevator and press the floor keys in the following sequence : 1-2-2-1-3, and the elevator would do the rest.

As Sandra pondered her future circumstances, she noticed a bright red light up ahead and quickly picked up her pace. Soon she found herself face to face with a large metal door, with a small glowing red panel to the side.

ôWell, this always seems to work in the movies.ö Sandra shrugged her shoulders then proceeded to place her right palm against the red square.

Sandra was instantly blinded by an overhead spotlight that showered her in a white illuminating haze. As she waited for her vision to return, she could faintly hear a mechanical whirling noise also above her. Eyesight gradually returning, she made out the shape of two security cameras slowly moving back and forth in both corners over the door. Suddenly the light above her shut off as quickly as it had turned on, and before her eyes had a chance to dilate, the door before her quickly lifted upward.

ôAhhhhhh! Officer McBride! So good of you to join us!ö Lieutenant Tom Gilland exclaimed as he walked over to the dazed officer and escorted her into the room. The door immediately slammed shut behind them.

Sandra had just gotten her bearings when the Lieutenant began introducing her to theonly other person visible in the room. ôDr. Faustein, this is one of our top undercover officers, Sandra McBride. Officer McBride, this is our top secret research scientist, Dr. Adolf Von Faustein.ö The little old man in the white lab coat took SandraÆs hand and shook it vigorously.

Sandra took the next few seconds to size up her situation. The room she was in looked about as warm and inviting as the city morgue, emphasized by the dark gray walls and flickering fluorescent lights. All around her unrecognizable metal instruments layed about on long tables covered with white cloth. Computers and weird machinery filled the room, as did a faint pungent smell that was undefinable. Most noteable was the fact that there were no other entrances or exits to the room, except for the one that she had just come in.

ôCome, diz vay pleaze.ö The old man motioned as he walked over to one corner of the room.

Sandra and the Lieutenant slowly followed up behind him. ôSo, what the hell is this all about? And where did you get Dr. Strangelove over there?ö Sandra quiety whispered in the LieutenantÆs ear.

ôDat iz Dr. Fauztein, not Dr. Ztrangelove, Mizz McBride.ö The old man quickly spun around, clicking his heels together in the process, in response to the officerÆs glib remarks. Unexpectantly receiving a reply from the doctor and not the Lieutenant, SandraÆs face suddenly turned bright red (which was somewhat hard to tell with all the heavy makeup she was still wearing). ôAnd vut diz iz all dee hell about iz your next azzignment.ö

ôNext assignment?ö Sandra glared at the Lieutenant with a silent fury. ôYou know I was suppose to start my two weeks vacation today! I put in for it 8 months ago, made arrangements with friends and family, and even bought nonrefundable plane tickets!ö Sandra face was still red, but this time it was not from embarrassment. ôNow, no sooner do I return from an assignment, but IÆm on a revolving door back into another one! Thanks, but no thanks! IÆve cancelled and postponed all my vacations for over two years now and there is no way IÆm cancelling this one!ö

The LieutenantÆs face showed no emotional response to the officerÆs sudden outburst. He simply leaned over and whispered three words into SandraÆs ear. ôYou owe me.ö The Lieutenant then pointed to the left side of his torso, around the ribcage, as if to accentuate his statement.

SandraÆs face suddenly dropped and she bowed her head slightly, as if in defeat. ôFine. Fine. Whatever . IÆll cancel my plans and work on this damn assignment, ~but~ after you cash this chip in, that is it. No more favors!ö Sandra walked over to one of the large metal sinks and began to wash the layers of makeup off her face. ôSo Lieutenant, whatÆs the 411?ö

ôWell McBride, the situation is this. It has come to our attention that a gang of kids, who call themselves the DevilÆs Advocates, are planning a violent attack on the Jefferson Junior High School sometime during the last week before summer vacation.ö

ôWHAT?!?! You canÆt be serious!ö

ôOh, IÆm quite serious.ö The LieutenantÆs stoned-faced composure easily backed-up his words. He reached over to a nearby table and grabbed a manila file folder off it.

ôAnd on what basis did you receive this information?ö Sandra asked while drying her face with a towel.

ôA janitor cleaning out one of the trash cans in one of the classrooms found this.ö The Lieutenant took a severly crumpled up piece of paper out of the folder and handed it to Sandra. The note was a jumbled concoction of plans and ideas ranging from rantings on the Millennium, Chaos and a New Order to the promise of a second Helter Skelter incident.

ôMy, they are an articulate group of anarchists, arenÆt they?ö Sandra handed the note back to the Lieutenant. ôBut, do you really believe this is on the level, or couldnÆt this be just some tasteless prank created by some immature adolescents?ö

ôAfter all the escalating incidents regarding school shootings in the last couple of years, and especially after the crisis they had in Denver recently, IÆm not prepared to take that chance.ö The LieutenantÆs eyes squinted slightly as he continued. ôI donÆt know about you, but I couldnÆt sleep at night if something did happen at that Junior High and I could have done something about it and didnÆt. On top of that, one of my daughters goes to that school.ö

ôOkay! Okay! Down boy! It was just a question.ö Sandra began to twirl the towel around distractingly in her hands. ôSo whatÆs the game plan and where am I invovled?ö

ôWell, after going over the note, there appears to be at least eight to ten members involved in this gang, but we donÆt know who any of them are for sure. Unlike other gangs like the Skinheads or the Trenchcoat Mafia, these kids donÆt blatantly display their membership cards. They pretty much look like typical students, whatever that may be. Fortunately, we do have one or two suspects that may be involved, but again, we donÆt have any substantial evidence to bring them in for questioning or even issue a search warrant for their homes or school lockers.ö The Lieutenant cracked his knuckles to emphasize his frustration. ôWe have less than a month before the end of the school year, so we need to nip this in the bud before anything serious happens. My plan is to plant one or two undercover officers in the Junior High School to observe the other students and their activities. Hopefully, they will be able to gather enough information on this gangÆs plans and motives to be able to stop them legally. That is where you come in Officer McBride.ö

ôOhhhhh, I get it. You want me to pose as a substitute teacher.ö Sandra said excitedly. The thought of portraying someone who wasnÆt a hooker, stripper, or homeless sounded very promising. A confused look fell upon SandraÆs face when she noticed the Lieutenant shaking his head no.

ôCafeteria worker? Bus driver? Janitor?ö The Lieutenant continued to shake his head at the mention of each occupation. ôWell, what the hell am I going to be then?ö

The Lieutenant gave a quick look over to the doctor then returned his attention back to Sandra. ôYouÆre going undercover as a student.ö

SandraÆs jaw dropped open as her mind went blank from hearing this ludicrous suggestion from her superior. Eventually, she did recover from the initial shock long enough to issue a response. ôAre you out of your fucking mind?!?! IÆm almost 38 years old, for christÆs sakes! DonÆt you think I might appear just a tiny bit conspicuous?ö

ôNot in the least.ö The Lieutenant calmly reponded. ôIn fact, you will look and act just like a normal Junior High student.ö

ôAnd how do you propose to do this, Mandrake the Magician?ö

ôEasy, we physically make you 12 year old.ö

ôWhat?!?!ö Sandra was now getting totally confused and frustrated by the LieutenantÆs vague answers.

ôIn order for me to properly explain the procedure, first let me give you a little back story. Do you remember Jack Stillwell?ö

Sandra silently thought to herself for a second. ôYeah, middle-age officer; deep voice; went on a couple beats with him; pretty nice guy. Last I heard, he took an early retirement and moved to Florida with his wife. I believe that happened almost two years ago.ö

ôWell . . . thatÆs about 50% true. Actually, two years ago, Jack went on a two weeks vacation to Florida with his wife and his bestfriend, Officer Ron Dugan. While down there, they got lost while driving and came across somekind of ~substance~. I guess in laymanÆs terms you could call it a of fountain of youth.ö

ôA what?ö Sandra exclaimed in disbelief.

ôWhatever it was, it was somekind of liquid age regression agent. And apparently, in itÆs undiluted form, it can be quite powerful, especially if digested. Or so Jack and his wife Ellen soon found out.ö The Lieutenant walked over to a computer system sitting on a black desk. Sandra quickly followed up behind him. Punching a series of keys on the keyboard, the monitor flickered and came to life. Soon the live image of two toddlers playing with some toys came upon the screen. The picture was kind of grainy and, from the angle of the shot, appeared to be coming from a overhead security camera of some sort.

Sandra carefully observed the two children for awhile before questioning what she was watching. ôDo you really expect me to believe that those two babies are . . .ö

ô . . . what remain of Jack and Ellen Stillwell.ö The Lieutenant quickly interupted her. ôThankfully, Officer Dugan did not drink any of the tainted water and quickly brought the rejuvenated couple back here for observation. The effects of the liquid, in Jack and EllenÆs case, seems to be permanent, though the two little tykes appear to be aging normally now. When the officer brought them here they were barely older than newborns, but now theyÆre about 2 years old.ö

The Lieutenant was suddenly distracted by a commotion on the computer monitor. One of the toddlers was having a tantrum over something and was screaming and throwing some of the toys around. ôLooks like somebody needs a time-out.ö The Lieutenant joked to himself as he shut the computer down.

Sandra was still not convince that this whole situation was on the level. ôCome on Lieutenant, you donÆt really expect me to believe all this bullshit about a fountain of youth and adult turning into babies just on hearsay and a videotape taken at a daycare., do you?ö

The Lieutenant gave a deep sigh before responding to SandraÆs pessimistic attitude. ôFrankly, when Officer Dugan brought those babies in here and told me who they were and what had happened, I was ready tell him to report in for a psychological review. Fortunately, he brought two things back with him that quickly changed my mind : a videotape of most of Jack and EllenÆs regression and about 50 gallons of the youth water. He also gave us directions on how to find the fountain if we needed further proof. That pretty much brings us up to today.ö

ôSo where does Dr. Caligari fit into all this?ö

ôDr. Fauztein! Dr. Fauztein!ö The rather annoyed little man piped up. ôAnd for your information, I have been conducting important experimentz vid dee highly unztable fluid.ö The doctor then pulled out a fairly large syringe filled with a clear liquid and squirted some of itÆs contents across the room for dramatic effect.

ôNow, if you pleaze . . .ö The doctor proceeded to motion to two tables behind him where a hospital gown layed on each one.

Sandra walked over to one of the table and held the fragile fabric of the gown against her body to size it up. ôHow quaint. Ummm, but whoÆs the other gown for?ö

As if on cue, the Lieutenant began loosening his Jerry Garcia tie. ôWhy, Officer McBride, that would be mine. You see, IÆm going to be your partner on this little undercover mission.ö

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Sandra shivered slightly when her partly exposed ass hit the cold metallic surface of the table. She was still having a hard time believing anything that the Lieutenant had recently told her. She was having an even harder time believing she had agreed to be Dr. GigglesÆ guinea pig for this elaborate farce. The only thing keeping her from grabbing her clothes and running as far away for this insane situation as possible, was that she did owe the Lieutenant for saving her life. The fact that he was going to go through the exact same experimental procedures as her also helped to ease her apprehensions a bit, but not by much.

Sandra squirmed around uneasily in the extremely tight hospital gown, as she looked over to her left and watched the Lieutenant receive an injection from the little old man. She stared at the Lieutenant for a few minutes to see if any changes were visible yet, while the doctor prepared her syringe. The Lieutenant was a fairly attractive man for being in his mid-fifties and, with the exception of his graying temples and the start of a pot belly, looked almost the same as when Sandra first started working at the precinct over 12 years ago. She had always found him somewhat intimidating, especially with his deep baritone voice, broad features and 6Æ4ö height, and secretly hoped that the serum would actually work, just to see him taken down a peg or two. Five minutes later, to her dismay, nothing happened.

ôZo Mizz McBride, ready for your zhot?ö Sandra jumped in nervous shock at the sound of her name.

ôUmmmm, Doc? How long does it take for that stuff to work? I mean, itÆs been over five minutes and I donÆt see anything different about the Lieutenant.ö She gritted her teeth in pain as the needle punctured a vein in her arm.

The little old man smiled maliciously, as if he was enjoying his work a little too much, before looking up at the officer. ôOh diz? Diz iz not the regrezzion formula. Diz iz a chemical compound I created zo you and dee Lieutenant vould retain your memoriez after you had taken dee drug.ö

The doctor withdrew the needle and placed it back on his tray of obscure instruments. ôYou zee, dee youth vater, when taken orally, vaz zo powerful, dat vithin zecondz dee conzumer vaz permanately tranzformed back into a baby, loozing every zingle bit of information dey had obtained forever. Dee zubject vaz literally born again, in every zenze od dee vord. Even vhen diluted, all collective doughtz and mermoriez vere viped clean, dough dee regrezzion did take a longer to occur. Zo, I created a zerum vhich vill block dee areaz of dee brain vhich control dee dought procezzez and keep dem from being erazed. Az for dee regrezzion drug itzelf . . .ö

The doctor reached for a tray covered with a green towel. Twirling around to face the others, again clicking his heel together as he did so, the old man removed the towel from the tray as if he was presenting an entree. ôI prezent to you, dee XR5 drug!ö

Sandra and the Lieutenant raised their eyebrows slightly in response, but their expressions quickly returned to two blank stares.

ôOh whoopee!ö Sandra replied facetiously while twirling her index finger around in a circle. ôYouÆve created a plate of multi-colored Tums.ö

On the tray layed three rows of round mint-like wafers, with each row being a different color. The doctor continued, unfazed by Officer McBrideÆs attempts to mmetaphorically pop his balloon. ôAnyvay, vee found vee could only regrezz you in incrementz of five yearz. Pleazer donÆt azk me, I donÆt know vhy. Zo dee different colored pillz reprezent different time incrementz. Dee green onez are five yearz, dee blue onez are ten, and dee white onez are tventy yearz. I have alzo added a sveeting agent to dee drug for a more flavorable taste, and ...ö The little old man grabbed a glass of water and placed one of the wafers in it. It vaporized instantaneously upon contact with the water. ô... it can be returned to a liquid form for eazy conzumption.ö

ôThanks for the info-mercial, Doc, but how about we get this show on the road.ö The Lieutenant replied impatiently. ôWe are kind of under a time restriant here.ö

ôFine. Fine. Okay Lieutenant, your current age iz fifty-dree, zo you get tvo of deez.ö The doctor plopped two white pills into a glass of water and handed to the Lieutenant. ôAnd Offizer McBride, you get tvo of deez.ö Dropping a white pill and a green pill into another glass, the doctor quickly handed it over to the officer.

They both looked cautionously into their glasses of water, but neither of them could tell that there was anything different about them. Sandra and the Lieutenant looked at each other blankly.

ôWell, bottoms up!ö The Lieutenant raised his glass as if giving a toast.

ôYeah, cheers!ö Sandra replied hesitantly, clinking her glass against his.

The Lieutenant proceeded to down the contents of his glass in one gulp, like a fraternity jock during spring break. He let out a hardy belch as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ôHey, that didnÆt taste as bad as I thought it would. What did you think of it, Officer Sand . . . ra?ö The Lieutenant suddenly trailed off when noticing that the officer still had a full glass in her hands.

ôOfficer McBride, why havenÆt you taken the drug?ö The Lieutenant asked, suddenly feeling a sharp tingling sensation shoot through his body.

ôOh, no reason really. I just wanted to make sure you and the doc were on the level.ö SandraÆs eyes gradually widened as she watched the LieutenantÆs gray hair and pot belly slowly disappear. ôAnd apparently you are.ö

Sandra watched with fancination as each minute knocked a few more years off the Lieutenant. Not much changed for the Lieutenant during the first five minutes, he appeared almost exactly the same, with the exception of a couple of fading wrinkles and his muscles toning up a bit. The next five minutes was a different story, especially when the Lieutenant hit his twenties.

ôWhoa! You were pretty hot thirty years ago, Lieutenant.ö Sandra complimented her superior, with a touch of lust in her voice.

The Lieutenant, still somewhat distracted by the sharp numbing sensations shooting through his body, gave the officer a confused, if not worried, look regarding her comment. ôThanks, I think.ö The 20 year old replied, a bit taken aback by this much older ladyÆs come-on.

With a massive amount of adrenalin now doing overtime through his system, the Lieutenant found it almost impossible to sit still and quickly jumped down off the table and began pacing around. The tingling intensified as the Lieutenant hit his late teens. The hormones and testosterone in his body began running rampid through his body, quickly trying to tear down what they had slowly put up over thirty years ago. At 18, Tom GillandÆs began losing muscle definition. At 16, height was quickly added to the list of things Tom was losing. The hospital gown he wore began lowering, going from mid-thigh to just around the knees. The unshaven stubble around his face slowly faded, only to be replaced by skin blemishes and pimples.

Inbetween a state of vertigo and nausea, Tom unintentionally looked over at Sandra. The 15

year old blushed slightly from being seen half naked in a hospital gown by an older yet still attractive woman. Unfortunately, TomÆs subconscious must have found her extremely attractive and, coupled with an already unstable body chemistry, soon found his body betraying him.

ôWhy Tommy, I didnÆt know you cared.ö Sandra smirked at the sight of the LieutenantÆs erection poked out the fabric of his gown.

The 14 year oldÆs face went to the next level of red as he quickly turned around to hide his raging hard-on. ôSor-RY!ö His voice cracked in reply. Tommy Gilland had already lost a foot and a half in height and more than half his body mass before the effects of the drug began to slow down. He lost another two inches before his body stabilized at 13 years old. The teenager was 4Æ 8ö and literally swimming in his gown. He could feel the hem brush against his ankles as he moved around. The sound of snickering behind him quickly made him forget about his newly reduced form and he turned back around to confront the officer and restablish their professional relationship.

The snickering grew into laughter, as Tommy soon realized, to his chagrin, that his penis was still quite erection but not as pronounced or as large as it was mere moments ago. Grabbing a towel off a nearby table, Tommy quickly covered the small bulge in his gown and tried to regain his composure.

ôOfficer McBride, would you please refrain from laughing at my akward predicament and proceed with the experiment.ö The 13 year old ordered in a unfamiliarly high voice.

Sandra laughed even harder at the little boyÆs command. A few minutes ago, she would had instantly became silent and done what the Lieutenant had commanded. Now the Lieutenant was about as intimidating as the Taco Bell chihuahua.

ôMcBride! I order you to take the drug!ö The teenager barked while stamping his foot on the ground.

The laughing continued unabated.

Tommy turned toward Dr. Faustein in deperation. ôDoc! ItÆs not fair! She has to take the drug too! She promised!ö Tommy was jumping up and down as he spoke, almost like he was on the verge of a tantrum. ôMake her take the drug too!ö

ôHmmmmm?ö The little old man looked up from a notepad he had been furiously scribbling on. ôOh, yes. IÆm sorry. Miss McBride, if you please, the formula.ö

Sandra finally managed to catch her breath and waved her hand at the doctor. ôSure, sure, doctor. Just having a little fun with the Lieu . . . er, I mean Tommy.ö She raised the glass to her lips and slowly drank the contents. ôThere, happy?!ö

Tommy just smiled with his arms folded and nodded his head up and down.

Before she knew it, the same tingling sensation that racked the LieutenantÆs body, began to spread through her being. Sandra was about 5Æ10ö with brown hair, green eyes and a fairly athletic build. Cause of her job, she worked out on a regular basis. That, coupled with her vegetarian diet, had suceeded in starving off the ravages of time. As Sandra hit her early twenties though, the changes in her figure and face were becoming evident.

SandraÆs body got a little thinner with each passing minute, but still retained all her womaly curves, that is until she hit 17 years of age. Both the front and back of her gown began to slowly deflate as her hair shined with a golden brown color. At 15, Sandra hit a reverse growth spurt and lost serveral inches in height. Looking down at her chest, Sandra was more than a little upset over her natural breast reduction. She had always been a 38 C cup but now had barely enough to fill a B cup. ôIÆm going to miss you guys. Thank god itÆs only temporary.ö Sandra whispered to herself while hugging what was left of her breasts.

Now 14, SandraÆs face became rounder, her nose shorter and more upturned, an outbreak of zits spread across her forehead and chin, and her ears seemed to stick out a little more. All evidence of SandraÆs womanhood was retreating faster than King Arthur and his knights in ôMonty Python and the Holy Grailö. The effects of the drug finally stopped when Sandra hit 12 years old. The pimples on her face were now replaced with a smattering of freckles. The back of her gown no longer stuck out, for her ass had lost all shape and roundness. Where once was a large voluptuous bossom, was now a pair of very small, almost nonexistant bumps which barely pushed out the front of her over-sized gown. The gangly child had lost over a foot in height, yet when she went to look at Tommy, she found she was a good couple of inches taller than him.

The expression on TommyÆs face more than showed his displeasement. ôHey! No fair! IÆm older! I should be bigger!ö

ôDonÆt you read, shorty. Girls mature faster than boys. So, nyahh!ö Sandy ended her retort by sticking out her tongue.

ôYou donÆt look so mature to me, Sandy. By the way, are those pancakes done yet?ö Tommy smuggly replied, pointing at was left of her chest, which wasnÆt much.

All the past insecurities Sandy had about her body as a teenager came flooding back into her mind like a tidal wave. She retaliated to TommyÆs insult by stomping on his foot.

ôOwwwwwwww!ö Tommy cried before lunging at his attacker. He was stopped cold by what seemed like a wall in a lab coat.

ôKidz! Kidz! Dat vill be enough for today!ö The little old man shouted as he threw himself between the two arguing youngster in order to keep them from fighting.

Tommy was not pleased to find himself not only shorter than the doctor, but also quite easily restrained in his grip. ôShe started it!ö He squirmed uselessly in the old manÆs hold.

ôDid not!ö

ôDid too!ö

ôDid not!ö

ôDid too!ö

ôKidz, pleaze! Enough!ö The doctor quickly pulled Tommy away from the conflict. ôRemember, you two have work to do!ö

Sandy slowly regained was little maturity she had left. ôYouÆre right, doctor. IÆm sorry.ö She walked over to both of them and stuck out her hand to Tommy. ôFriends?ö

Tommy just folded his arms and looked away in defiance. A sudden shove from the doctor quickly changed his mind. ôOkay, friends.ö He took her hand reluctantly and shook it. ôBut I still get to be the boss, okay?ö

ôWhatever.ö Sandy just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. She had forgotten how silly and immature boys were. ôSo, Doc, how long do those pills last? You did say they were temporary, right?ö

ôYeah, dee effectz of dee pillz vill lazt approximately ten hourz. I highly recommend dat you vear deez at all timez.ö The doctor withdrew two black wristwatches from his coat pocket and handed one to each of them. ôDee vatchez have been zet to go off every nine and a half hourz, zo you vill know vhen to take your next pill.ö

ôCoooool!ö The two children replied in unison upon receiving their new toy.

ôAll nev clothing haz been prepared for you over in dat corner dare. Pleaze feel free to try zomething on.ö The doctor pointed to a well lit section of the room, where piles of children and young adult clothes layed about.

Without a word, the kids ran swiftly over to the new clothes, since both were more than eager to shed their over-sized gowns.

With the children gone, the little old man quickly returned to his notepad. He scribbled down the following information:

Both subjects have retained a high percentage of their adult memories; probably between 70 to 75% was retained thanks to the injections they received. Emotionally though, both seemed to have quickly reverted back to a maturity level which reflects their new ages. Regular study and observation of two subjects required for a proper evaluation of drugs side effects (Side effects is circled). Of important note : The longetivity of the brain serum was created in such a short time it may become unstable over time, which may or may not cause temporary or permanent memory lost?

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It was 6 oÆclock in the afternoon when the 53 year old Lieutenant pulled his æ96 Dodge Stratus into his driveway. Throwing the car into park, he looked over at the very unhappy passenger next to him.

ôYour not still pouting over this, are you?ö The Lieutenant asked the 12 year old girl.

No answer.

ôOh, come on now Sandy, this set-up isnÆt that bad.ö

Sandy turned to look at the Lieutenant with a majorly pissed-off expression on her face. ôThatÆs easy for you to say! You try being 12 years old on a full-time basis! Fuck, you only have to take the drug once a day! I have to take it all the time! This is such bullshit!ö Her ponytail almost hit the Lieutenant in the face as quickly swung her head back to look out the window.

The Lieutenant took a deep breath before speaking. ôI told you before about the living arrangements. I told my wife and three daughters that an old college friend had to go overseas on business for a while and asked me to watch his 12 year old daughter Sandy, till he returned. My wife Jane, works 12 hours a day as a lawyer, so sheÆs no problem. My oldest daughter Shannon, has gone off for her first year in college, so youÆll be staying in her room. My other two daughters, Vicki, whoÆs also twelve and goes to Jefferson Junior High, and Karen, whoÆs ten, will be accompanying you to school each morning. After you girls have left the house, IÆll take the family van, park a few blocks from the school, take the drug, change clothes in the back, and meet you at first hour english. Now is everything clear?ö

ôBut why . . . . . . yeah, I guess so.ö Sandy replied reluctantly, knowing that this set-up was probably for the best. Deep down, she really enjoyed looking down at her superior instead of always being intimadated by him, which was now doubly hard, with him exactly the same and her twice as small and helpless.

ôThatÆs my girl!ö The Lieutenant playfully ruffled her hair up. ôNow, letÆs go in ther and meet the family!ö

Sandy grinded her teeth nervously as she opened the car door. ôI got a bad feeling about this.ö

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END OF CHAPTER ONE