Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2007 22:22:31 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 14.
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The first major turning point in the story has now occurred and all the main
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FOURTEEN
DETECTIVE SERGEANT JOHN HARGREAVES
Ouch! I got mixed up with the wrong one there! Well, I guess I was
overstepping the mark a bit, but how was I to know she was a bloody
magistrate? So it's off to the Fengate; 72 Newton Tower to be
precise. Drug addicts, drug dealers and just about every other type
of petty criminal you can name; they're all there. I check on what we
know about Billy. A couple of bits of previous for shoplifting a
couple of months back, nothing before or since; social services don't
know them, Billy's not on the `At Risk' register and never has been.
I wonder why that is.
We meet up with our uniformed backup outside the block and take the
lift to the seventh floor. At least the damn thing was working; it
might well not have been. We bang on the door of 72.
"Police! Open up!" I shout as loud as I can.
No response. We try again; still nothing. I'll break the door down if
I have to. We give it one more shot. There's a sound of movement.
"What d'you want?" the voice is muffled, but definitely a woman's.
"Police! Open up; we need to talk to you!"
There's a sound of a bolt being drawn back. The door swings open. So
this is Billy's mum. She is rat-arsed! I could smell it on her the
second she opened the door. She looks dreadful.
"Sharon Clark?" I ask.
"Yeah. What is it?" she asks, clearly not totally with it.
"It's about Billy. We need to come in.
"Why? Where is he? What's happened?"
We usher her inside. The place is a tip; paper peeling off the walls,
furniture that's old and virtually worn out. The place smells too. We
head into the living room and indicate for her to sit down. Nobody
says anything. As arranged, WPC Clare Dawson goes through to the
kitchen. Before I start talking to this woman I need to know if Billy
was telling the truth. Half a minute later she's back.
"Nothing, sarge; not unless you count a couple of soggy cream
crackers," she says quietly.
That's it then; he was right on the money.
"Right! Now we can get down to it!" I say brusquely. "Earlier this
afternoon, while you were in the Kings Arms getting drunk and
spending all your money, Billy was feeling hungry. There wasn't
anything for him to eat was there? And you couldn't give him any
money to get anything because you'd spent it all. So what did he do?
He went working the street round by the bus station! And guess what?
He got picked up by the wrong guy who took him to the woods at the
back of Calcroft Park and fucked the arse off him! You want to know
where he is? He's in Malston Royal Hospital having had to have his
backside stitched back together!"
She's gone grey; she's shaking too. "Billy's a good boy," she
mumbles. "Never been any trouble."
"Sharon Clark, I'm arresting you on suspicion of wilful child
neglect. You don not have to say anything, but it may harm your
defence if you fail to mention when questioned anything you later
rely on in court. Do you understand?"
"Yeah; I understand some pervert's raped Billy and I'm getting the
blame for it." She says, still shaking.
This woman is trying my patience. I hand her over to the woodentops.
"Take her down to the station," I tell them. "Get her booked in.
We'll be back as soon as we've finished here."
Once they've gone Clare and I search the place. I'm thinking we might
find drugs. We don't. We check out Billy's room. The bedclothes don't
seem to have been washed in a while. I turn back the duvet, which has
clearly seen better days. There's a distinctive smell, a mixture of
semen and urine. Yeukkk! I check the sheet. There are a few cum
stains, but only small ones. So Billy's into puberty, but only just,
by the looks of things. Certainly there's no evidence that he's been
bringing punters back here. His mum's goose would be well and truly
cooked if he'd been doing that.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
DETECTIVE SERGEANT JOHN HARGREAVES
It's half past eight. I head into the hospital reception. Pat Sharpe
from social services is there waiting for me.
"Honestly, we had no idea about this kid," she tells me.
"What about when he was done for shoplifting?" I ask.
"When we visited, the place was clean; scruffy certainly, but there's
a problem with damp in that building; a lot of the flats are pretty
run down. There was no sign of his mum being drunk or anything like
that. When Billy was asked why he'd done it he never really answered.
That's pretty much par for the course so we never thought anything of
it. He was clean and seemed to be well looked after. That's really
all I can tell you."
"Well he can't go back there, quite obviously." I tell her. "Apart
from the fact his mum can't be trusted to look after him, there's the
problem of what he's been doing and that whole environment. He's got
to be moved away from that."
"It'll mean a children's home, for a bit anyway; we haven't got any
places in foster care we could use at the moment." She pauses.
"Talking of what he's been doing, have we any idea who his punters
are?"
"I've got a very good idea, but when I tried asking him yesterday
afternoon, I got my head bitten off by some woman magistrate."
"Really? What was she doing there?"
"It just happened to be her son that found Billy coming out of
Calcroft Park. Made me feel a right idiot! Well, I guess it's time to
go and talk to him."
We head up to the ward. Billy's sitting up in bed. We pull the
curtains around to give us a bit of privacy.
"Hello, Billy," I say brightly. "You're looking a bit better today.
You remember, we met yesterday? This is Mrs Sharpe from social
services; she needs to talk to you as well."
He nods in response.
"Billy, when we went round to your place yesterday, after we left
here, your mum was very drunk, just like you told us. Has she always
got drunk like that?"
He shakes his head.
"So when did it start?"
"Last winter sometime, can't remember really. Around Christmas."
"And what started it? Any idea?"
He shrugs. "Dunno."
"And since then, has she been getting drunk all the time?"
He shakes his head again. "At first it was just, you know,
occasionally."
Now we're getting somewhere! "And more recently?"
He pauses. "It's been getting worse."
"Your mum's been getting drunk more often?"
He nods, not even looking at me. "Yeah."
"Billy, do you get on well with your mum?"
He shrugs again and says nothing. I need a different tack.
"Billy, when your mum's not drinking, what's she like?"
His eyes light up. "She's the best mum in the world!" he says
proudly. "She's brilliant!"
"And when she is, drinking I mean?"
He looks down at his tummy. "She's horrible."
His reply is barely audible. A tear runs down his cheek. He wipes it
away with the back of his hand.
I ruffle his hair. "Thanks, Billy. I know how hard it was for you to
say that."
Well at least we know why he's not come to our attention before now.
"Billy, when you leave here", Pat says quietly, "you won't be able to
go home, not straight away. Your mum can't look after you right now
and there are other issues we're concerned about. I'm afraid that
means you'll have to go into a children's home, for a short time
anyway."
He sits bolt upright. "I won't go into one of those places!" he
snarls.
"It'll only be for a short time; after that, if you can't go home
we'll try to get a foster placement for you."
"I won't go!" he growls defiantly. "I'll run away! I've got people
that'll help me!"
"And who might they be?" I ask.
"Fuck off! I don't have to answer that sort of shit! Mrs. Parker told
you I didn't!"
His manners are pretty rough, but I can't help admiring his spirit,
feisty little bugger! His mum said he was a good boy; I'd guess that
was pretty much right, till she started having her problems. Even so
I can't imagine what she was thinking about, leaving him with nothing
to eat while she got drunk. Teenage boys eat you out of house and
home! I should know; I've got two!
"Okay, Billy, we'll see you later," I say, smiling at him.
Pat accompanies me out of the ward.
"So it was Glenys you had a dust up with?" she asks, almost smirking
at me.
"Yeah! D'you know her?"
"Know her very well. Sharp as a razor; you need to make sure you've
done your job properly if you're coming up in front of her. But she's
very fair; one of the best in my experience."
Well, that's telling me!
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
IAN
"Mum," I ask. "D'you think I could go and visit Billy?"
"I think that would be a great idea. Do you want me to take you?"
"No, I can go on my bike. I'll lock it up outside; they got these
cycle rack things, I saw them yesterday."
"Fine. Well I did take the chance to check on the visiting hours.
Normally, it would be two o'clock till four, but they told me we
could visit Billy any time between nine in the morning and eight at
night, so you can go now if you want."
I head up to my room and start to get ready. My Game Boy is lying on
the desk. I do use it but not that much. Where Billy is, he'll make
far more use of it than I will. I bet he's getting bored silly! I put
it into my rucksack. I pick out a couple of games and put them in
too. I put my trainers on and head back downstairs.
"Mum, is it okay if I lend him my Gameboy?" I ask.
"Yes, of course it is; it's yours. But do remember that it is yours;
if it goes missing, we won't automatically go and buy you another
one. Understand?"
"Yes."
"And you're still going to lend it to him?"
"Yes; he must be getting bored stiff."
She ruffles my hair. "Well done! Taking responsibility and putting
other people first; that's what we've tried to teach you. Seems like
it might have worked."
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
IAN
Fifteen minutes later I'm locking my bike outside the Royal Hospital.
I make my way inside and head to the small children's ward where
Billy is. His face lights up when he sees me.
"Hey man! What you doing here?"
"Come to see you!"
"Thanks, man! Fuck! I thought I was going to go nuts being cooped up
in here!"
"How are you feeling?"
He frowns. "Bit better; still pretty sore. Hurt fuckin' bad this
morning when I had to go to the toilet, you know ."
I wince. That must be horrible. Still, I'm here to cheer him up; I'd
better get on with it. I open my rucksack.
"Want a jelly bean?" I ask, offering the bag that I bought on the way
over.
He grins. "Thanks man!"
"Oh, and I brought this for you."
I get out the Gameboy. His eyes widen.
"Wow! Just to play while you're here, right?"
"No, you can borrow it when I go home, help you not to get so bored.
I don't use it that much."
He looks totally confused, like this shouldn't be happening.
"Aren't you worried I'll nick it or something?" he asks.
I smile back at him. "No. You won't, will you?"
"Course not! And when I'm not using it I'll keep it down here in my
locker so nobody else can get it." He grins again and extends his
hand. "Thanks, man! You're a lifesaver! Ian, isn't it?"
"Yeah"
I grasp his hand. This is so special; I only met him yesterday and
there's a bond between us already.
"Fuck! It was almost worth having this happen to have met you," he
says looking right into my eyes. "You've been brilliant, and your
mum; put that copper right in his place!"
His mood darkens. "He was back this morning," he says quietly. "Had
some woman from social services with him; said when I get out of here
I can't go home. They're going to put my in a kids' home! I told them
I wouldn't go; I'll run away. I will, Ian. I've got people who'll
help me; I told them. Most people think that guys who, you know, like
kids are all pervs and sickos like that guy who did this to me, but
they're not. Some of them are okay, treat me really well, better than
most people do."
I squeeze his hand. "Don't worry, we'll sort something out, I
promise."
I hadn't prepared for this. I know what I want to happen. I've got a
big room with twin beds in it; we could easily have him stay with us.
I can't just say that though; I have to ask mum and dad first. I'll
have to persuade them; I've promised Billy we'll sort something out
and I can't let him down. Dad! A thought suddenly hits me.
"Billy, which school d'you go to?"
"Central, why?"
"You must know my dad."
He blinks. Your name's Parker, right? Mr Parker's your dad?" he gives
me a big smile. "He's all right, man! Better than most of them!"
I smile back. "Yeah, dad's pretty cool, most of the time anyway!"
Seeing him smile like that I can't help marvelling at how beautiful
he is. Yesterday, all tear stained and dishevelled it was hard to
tell, but now . Wow! It's no wonder these men like having sex with
him. I'm suddenly aware that I've got a hard-on and the denim shorts
I'm wearing aren't doing much to hide it. Billy grins at me.
"You got a stiffy?" he whispers.
I nod.
"Me too! Fuck, man! I haven't cum since Wednesday night!"
He sits up and turns to get out of bed.
"When we get to the desk where the ward sister is," he whispers,
"just say you're taking me to the toilet."
We make our way across to the door.
"I'm just taking Billy to the toilet," I say to the woman at the
desk, giving her the most innocent smile I can manage. She's busy
sorting papers and hardly looks at me. We walk slowly along the
corridor. Billy is still moving rather gingerly. We reach the door
and go inside. I look around; there are two urinals and two stalls,
but most important, we've got the place to ourselves.
"Come on!" Billy whispers.
We go into the further stall and bolt the door. I take his stiff four
inch cock out of the opening in the PJ bottoms he's wearing. It's
about the same length as mine, but a bit thicker and the foreskin's
gone back so most of the head is exposed. It feels amazing, hard and
hot. Without even thinking about it I start to wank him. Billy undoes
the top of my shorts, pulls down the zip, and skins both shorts and
boxers down my legs. He takes hold of my throbbing cock.
"Nice!" he whispers. "Can you cum?"
I nod. He starts rubbing me. Oh yeah! This is amazing, way better
than doing it for myself!
>From the way Billy's grimacing and licking his lips I know he's
close. I move my hand around so it's like I'm milking him. Moments
later his cock jerks and pulses between my fingers, jets of sticky
cum squirting into the palm of my hand. Billy's wanking me furiously.
I'm almost there. I nod to him.
"Billy!" I whisper. "I'm gonna cum!"
He squats down on the toilet, takes my cock into his mouth and sucks
on it. The sensations are so unbelievable I have to lean one hand on
the back wall to stop myself falling over. And then it happens; I cum
in his mouth. Fuck! I've never cum anything like that! That is
awesome! Billy gently lets me go; smiling up at me and licking his
lips. Fuck! He sucked me off! He actually sucked me off! Wow! More
than that, he swallowed it! I can't believe what just happened. I
look at my hand, still splattered with his cum. I bring it to my
mouth and lick it off. It tastes funny, sweet and salty at the same
time.
"Did you like that?" he whispers.
I nod, giving him a conspiratorial smile. Fuck! We pulled it off
without getting caught. That is so cool!
We quickly dress ourselves. I open the door and look out. There's
still nobody there. We walk back to the ward, both of us trying to
stop ourselves grinning from ear to ear. I'm on cloud nine. I knew
Billy was special; I just knew it! This is turning into one of the
best days of my life.