Chapter 11
As soon as Peggy got borne from work at the clinic the next day, Emily went up to her room to see her. Sitting on her bed, the young girl said, "Peggy, I've just got to talk to someone about something that's been driving me crazy."
Wiggling out of her white uniform, Peggy smiled. "Sure, go ahead. What's the problem?"
Haltingly, Emily told her about her stepfather's assaults. Without leaving anything out, Emily was in tears by the time she was finished talking to the pretty nurse.
"I just don't know what to do!" she sniffled.
"He's going to keep raping me whenever he. feels like it. He won't leave me alone!"
Peggy was thoughtful for a long moment. Finally, she said, "I've got an idea that might work."
Standing just outside the garage, Emily listened to Peggy talking with Jack Barker. When she'd heard enough to know that all was going well, the slim teenager dashed into the house unobserved and made her way quickly to the attic.
Carefully, she set a small thimble right on the edge of the heating vent that looked down upon Peggy's room. She glanced about the attic, then headed back downstairs.
"Mom, I can't find my school yearbook anywhere," Emily said when she walked into the kitchen. "Do you know where it is?"
Her mother, busy at the sink washing dishes, nodded, "It's up in the attic with all that stuff we put away last month. You'll find it if you look hard enough, dear."
"I've looked everywhere up there," Emily insisted. She sneaked a quick glance through the window and saw Peggy and Jack coming out of the garage and towards the house. To her mother, Emily said, "Could you come up and help me find it? Please?"
It took some doing on the young girl's part, but she finally persuaded her mother to help her. The woman took her apron off and followed Emily to the attic.
"It must be around here somewhere," the girl's mother said, rummaging through several old boxes. "After all, I can't imagine any one stealing a school yearbook."
Edging over to the mesh grill of the heating vent, Emily glanced down through it while her mother continued to search. In the room below-and clearly in view-Peggy stood naked beside the bed. Next to the sexy redhead, and naked also, stood Jack Barker, his rigid cock jutting stiffly from his hairy crotch.
"I've been wanting to screw you since you first moved in here!" Jack told Peggy with a coarse laugh. He reached for her with both hands. "You've got a hell of a body, Peggy!"
At that precise moment, Emily nudged the thimble into the vent with her foot, causing it to fall through the grill and all the way down to the bed below.
Emily saw Peggy glance over at the thimble.
"Help!" she suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, her hands just as suddenly scratching wildly at Jack's face. "My God, he's trying to rape me!"
"You crazy cunt!" Jack yelled with surprise, trying to protect his face from Peggy's clawing slaps. "Jesus Christ, you're flipping out of your fucking mind!"
Turning around at the sound of her husband's voice, Emily's mother saw the exposed vent. She moved over and peered down through it, her eyes opening wide at the sight of Jack, naked and trying to restrain Peggy.
"Get away from me!" the naked redhead kept screaming. "I told you I didn't want anything to do with you! Let me go!"
Shaking with rage, Emily's mother screamed through the vent, "Jack, you son of a bitch! What do you think you're doing? That's the last straw, you bastard! I'm throwing you put today!"
Stunned at seeing his wife's face peering down on him, Jack stammered, "Edith, I can explain! I swear to God, I can explain!"
"There's nothing to explain!" the woman snapped, standing and pointing a finger through the grill at the man. "I expect you to be out of this house before the sun goes down! And that's final!"