The Old House

By Ivan the Terror

 

WORK IN PROGRESS

 

Codes: mf, rom

Prolog:  1957

 

The scientist worked frantically to complete the device.  He was running out of time.  He worked 24-7 without sleep, inventing new technologies and building what had never been built before.  Exhausted, he tightened the last screw.  He carried his dying 12 year old daughter over and placed her in the scanner.  “Daddy, what is it going to feel like?”

“I don’t know honey.”

“Daddy, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie.”  And he pushed the button.  Her eyes opened wide and she let out a silent scream.  A minute later it was over.  He took her body out back to the family plot and buried her in the prepared grave.  As he threw in the last shovel full of dirt, he felt pain in his chest and left arm.  He turned to run for the house, but he had a massive coronary and died on the spot.

When the police came, they buried the man next to the body of his daughter.  They knew how sick she had been and figured he had died from heartache when she had died.

Chapter 1

 

I threw myself on the bed, trying not to cry in frustration.  Every day!  It happened every day!  I just didn’t understand it.  How could someone so beautiful be so evil?

I thought back to when it all started the day she moved to the neighborhood last year when we were both in the seventh grade.  I was awestruck by her beauty.  She was perfect, athletic hourglass figure, blondish red hair, and an innocent angelic face.  I had worked up the courage and gone up to her as she watched the movers and said, “Hi, I’m Joe.”

Her immediate response was, “Get away from me; you fucking loser.”

Surprised, I left.  The next day was the first day of school.  She refused to talk to me at the bus stop, and immediately joined the exclusive hotties in the back of the bus.  She went out of her way in school to pick on me.  The problem was her ‘friends’ who picked up on it and joined in.

I couldn’t understand it.  I felt that, while I was no Adonis, I wasn’t bad looking, did well in gym, and got good grades.  I didn’t understand why she was so hostile.

 

Veronica was angry.  She had to move to this pauper’s shanty since her mother lost all their money.  Hell, her room didn’t even have its own bathroom!  Nor was there a pool! Then some pauper came up and dared address her!  She had got so mad that she practically spat on him.  After the moving lackeys left, she went and found a squirrel, gutting it.  That relaxed her.

The next day, she actually had to wait for a school bus, of all things.  That nasty pauper was at her stop too.  Then a clunky old bus crept up.  She fled as far from the loser driving it as she could get, settling in the back.  It seemed that the losers there weren’t as bad as the losers on the rest of the antique bus.

When she got home that night, her mother had yet more bad news.  There wasn’t anyone to do the laundry, cooking, or even her weekly pedicure!  Veronica pointed out that maybe mom should work harder so that at least someone could be hired to do her pedicure.  The response was not what she expected.  As she stomped off to show her displeasure, she knew that she had to take matters into her own hands.  She found a friendly neighborhood cat and strangled it while fingering herself, and she felt much better.

Over the next school year she worked hard, she sold cookies for the needy, not mentioning she was the needy one; the same for candy bars, gift wrap, and a collection of soaps.  However, still no one would give her all that she deserved, there just wasn’t anyone rich enough in the area, the few men she fucked were real losers and she had drained all their money.  When school was out and she couldn’t use that as an excuse to sell crap anymore, her income dropped down to four digits.  Unacceptable.

She had been avoiding taking this step, but now she had no alternative.  There was the old house at the end of the street.  Word was that it had been left alone for the last fifty years since the owner died; the only people ever going near the property were the meter readers.  Perfect.  A house full of things untouched in fifty years, no one knew about them, and no one to miss them when she sold them.

That evening, June 10th, she hopped off of her balcony, then headed up the street to the old house.  As she got closer, she mentally kept revising the value of what she could get lower and lower.  ‘What a dump!’ she thought to herself.

Carefully she went up the half broken front steps onto the porch.  She didn’t even bother with the door, going over to the window next to it.  It was a moments work to pop the lock on the window and slide it up.  She slipped into the house.

The computer had been waiting for fifty years.  During that time only six people had ever come within range of the sensors, all male and non-compatible.  Suddenly a fully compatible female specimen, 99.9% physically perfect, entered the house.  Several hundred subroutines fired up as equipment that had sat idle for a long time was activated.

Veronica was disappointed.  All the furniture was rotting and falling apart.  The china cabinet was empty except for a few worthless items.  The silver collection only had one big spoon left in it worth only about $50.  She was about to give up when she noticed a red light coming from under a door.  She pried open the locked door.  To her surprise, it led to a basement.  Most of the houses in the area only had dirtrooms, not basements.  She started down the steps.

The specimen was approaching.  Her presence on the steps activated another subroutine that determined that she was alone, which in turn, activated a third.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard a faint hissing sound.  Suddenly she felt very lethargic.  There was a big padded chair sitting nearby.  She quickly sat down, noticing all the computer equipment lining the room.  Unfortunately it looked too old to have much value.

As she sat down, suddenly arm and leg restraints popped out of the chair and fastened her down.  She screamed.  Another restraint fastened her head back in position.  She screamed again, louder.  Then a series of electronic probes descended and Veronica ceased to exist.

 

I was in the back yard hanging the laundry when I heard a faint scream.  A few seconds later, I heard it again coming from the old abandoned house next door.  I had been afraid of the place since I was little, and had been forbidden to climb the fence, but without thinking I took off at a run.  That scream had been in pure terror.

I saw the open window and quickly climbed though.  It was dark except for a few lights shining near the back of the house.  I dashed back and saw that they were coming from the basement.  I ran down the stairs.

The computer noted the approach of another specimen.  This one was male.  The procedure had already started on the other specimen and couldn’t be interrupted.  A special subroutine was activated for this eventuality.

I saw a girl in a chair.  Her head was completely covered by electronic gadgets of some kind.  They were moving slightly.  I started moving toward the chair.  A voice spoke.  “The operation is in progress.  If it is interrupted, the specimen will die.  Please wait to approach the specimen.”  I stopped.  The message was obviously a recording, but it made sense. 

I sat on the stairs and waited.  There wasn’t much to see, fortunately.  I felt that if I saw too much I would have nightmares.  I looked over the computer that was apparently running everything.  There were parts of it that looked like something from Frankenstein, mid-1950s I would guess.  Other parts looked hand assembled.  In the center of everything was a glass encased giant crystal surrounded by electrodes of some sort.  I had never seen anything like it, and since I was the head of the computer club at school, I was up on all types of computers.  In fact, it was strange, computers the age of the ones in this room should have some sort of offline storage, but there were no mag tapes of anything like that.  Not even one of those late 70’s giant hard drives.  The more I examined the system, the more I suspected that the giant crystal was a storage device of some sort.  Molecular memory maybe?  If so, even at its age, it was the most valuable piece of computer equipment on the planet.  I pondered and examined it for hours.

With a beep, the probes withdrew from the girl.  Shit!  It was Veronica.  I stared for a minute, then another recording sounded, “Please take the specimen and vacate the premises.  An explosive charge will go off in five minutes.”

Shit!  I thought again.  I quickly went over, got Veronica in a fireman’s carry, and headed out of there.

The computer observed the specimens leaving the house.  As it had been programmed by the scientist who knew the technology was too dangerous, after the procedure as the last person reached the perimeter of 20 feet from the house, 40 lbs of TNT were activated inside the computer core.

As I staggered away from the house carrying Veronica, suddenly it blew up in a huge fireball, like something out of a movie.  I was thrown forward, fortunately Veronica and I landed on the soft grass of my yard.  Knowing that within seconds all the neighbors would be watching, I quickly scooped her up and carried her to my porch where I put her on the porch swing and sat next to her.  I was taking turns checking her and watching the fire when she suddenly popped her eyes open and said, “Daddy, did it work?”

I said, “Sorry, I am not your daddy.”

She looked around and said, “Ah, gees.  How long has it been?”

I was a bit puzzled.  “Veronica, what do you mean?”

She looked at me, “What happened?”

“I rescued you from that fire over there.”  I gestured at the fire.  “What were you doing in there anyway?”

She looked sad.  “It is a long story.  Suffice it to say, I am not Veronica.  My name is Debra.”

“What?”

“Was Veronica your girlfriend?”

“Heck no.  She, I mean you, aren’t.”

“Hmm, well, Veronica’s mind was erased and my memories were put into her head.  Well, my head now.  Darn!  I told him not to do this.  He promised.”

“Ver-Debra, please start at the beginning.  And don’t worry about Veronica, the world is better off without her.”

“My father was a great scientist.  When I became sick, he worked night and day and built a special machine.”

“Yeah, I saw it.”

“The machine captured my consciousness as my body died.  My father, even though he promised to figure out a different way of doing it, set it up to automatically erase and write my consciousness into the first viable female that came within range.”

I remembered the history of the house.  I had done a paper on it in the fourth grade.  “Your father died of a heart attack after he buried your body.  He never had time to do anything.  I am surprised the computer still worked after all these years.”

“How many years?”

“It is currently June of 2011.”

“Fifty-four years!  I am shocked that it still worked as well.”  *sniff* “Daddy...” and she began to cry softly.

Chapter 2

 

While Debra cried over the, to her, sudden loss of her dad, I thought about the situation.  As I had said, Veronica was no great loss.  I already liked Debra much more than I had ever liked Veronica.  The problem was that, to the world, Debra was still Veronica.  But Debra knew absolutely nothing about Veronica.  That was a problem.

After she had calmed down a bit, I said, “You have a problem.”

She snorted, “No kidding.”

“Let’s see if we are on the same page.  You are, to the world, Veronica Davis.  But you know absolutely nothing about her.”

“Well, now I know her name.”  She grinned.

I grinned back.  “I can tell you what I know.  You aren’t going to like it.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Tell me your name then go ahead.”

“Oh, I’m Joe.  Veronica was raised rich in Beverly Hills.  When her parents divorced, she went with her mother.  The two of them spent their half of the divorce settlement, millions of dollars worth, in less than three years.  They were forced to move from their mansion to the house down the street.  She was really nasty to everyone, unless she felt she could get something from them.  She had no real friends.  She had several lackeys at school, fellow cheerleaders all.  She has been running cons over the last year to make money in an attempt to maintain her lifestyle.”

“What’s a con?”

“Trick people out of things.  I her case she would sell things, claiming to raise money for charities, and then keep all the money for herself.”

“Oh!  I see.  Geez, not a very nice girl, like you said.”

“And she also hates me because I am poor, at least in her estimation.”

“Now I really don’t like her.  I kind of like you.  Handsome and heroic.”  She blushed.

I blushed too.  “Thanks.  I am really starting to like you too, Debra.  And your brains and Veronica’s looks, that is a pretty overwhelming combination.”

“She’s that pretty, huh?  I am going to have to find a mirror soon.”

“Let’s just say that every male that ever met her had to carry their schoolbooks strategically.”

She giggled.  “That’ll be a change, I was so sick that no boys were interested in me before.”

“As for changes, I think your best bet is to claim amnesia.  I noticed that the machine left no marks, so it should be safe to go to the doctor.  Don’t tell anyone about what your dad did.”

“I think you are right.  I am going to drag you with me though.”

“No problem here, Deb.  You can hang onto me all day if you want.”  We both blushed again.  I led her over to the fire crew working on the fire, and went up to the chief.  “Sir.  This is Veronica Davis.  We were both knocked over by the blast, but she seems to have problems with her memory.”

He said, “Please come with me,” and led us over to the EMT.  By this time my parents had come out of the house, and they saw us and rushed over.

My mom cried, “Joe, what is wrong?”

I replied, “I am okay, we just got knocked over by the blast, but Veronica here seems to have amnesia or something.”

The EMT heard me and started flicking a penlight in Debra’s eyes.  He said, “We need to get her in for a MRI, and you both need to be checked by a doctor.”  We climbed in the back of the Ambulance.

My dad said, “We’ll go get Ms. Davis and meet you at the hospital.”  Since my dad was a lawyer, he looked at the EMT and said, “I authorize any medical procedure necessary.”  The EMT nodded, then buttoned up the back of the Ambulance.

Debra asked me, “What is a MRI?”

“A giant scanner that looks inside your head for damage.”

She nodded, but clutched my hand.

At the hospital, Debra clung to me like a limpet.  I wasn’t complaining.  She was easily the most beautiful girl I had ever met.  She glanced down at my semi tenting in my pants several times and didn’t seem to mind.  If anything she clung tighter.  They had to pry her off for the MRI, but she rushed back and grabbed by arm again afterwards, rubbing those perfect beasts on my arm.  They performed a cognitive exam on her.  After about an hour we met with the doctor, our parents were there too.  While my mom was all over me, Veronica’s mother just sat there with her nose in the air.

The doctor said, “Veronica seems to have dissociative declarative retrograde amnesia.  What that means is that she cannot remember her name or personal history, but she does remember how to speak and read.”

Veronica’s mother asked, “Is this a permanent condition?”

“That is unknown.  She could get her memory back two minutes from now, or never.  Only portions could come back.  There is no way of knowing.”

She asked, “And why is she so attached to this boy?  She hated him before.”

The doctor asked me, “Is this true?”

“Yes, since I wasn’t rich, she thought I was beneath her.  I explained all this to Veronica and she doesn’t care right now.  Quite frankly doctor, her personality has changed considerably, and much for the better.  And this isn’t my teenage boy hormones speaking.”

The doctor smiled at that and said, “It is fairly common for an amnesiac to attach him or herself to a specific individual, especially if they are a rescuer.  It is a variation of erotomania.  Be careful, it tends to wear off quickly.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“The best thing for her is to be in familiar surroundings.  She needs to go home.”

Her mother went, “Harrumph.  Come on Veronica.”  And she stomped out of the room.

I said, “Veronica, why don’t you go with her.  We can talk in the morning.”  She got up, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and left following her ‘mom’.  I then asked the doctor, “Now that that horrible woman is gone, anything else that Veronica may need?”

He snorted in repressed laughter.  “Just help her.  She will need a good friend to lean on.”

“Thank you.”  I shook his hand.  So did my dad.  We left and went home.

Chapter 3

 

I got undressed and took my shower.  Slipping into bed thinking hard about what had happened, it took me several hours to fall asleep.

The next morning during breakfast, Debra knocked on the kitchen door.  I could see her through the screen and yelled for her to come in.  She came in and sat at the table.  My mom was washing dishes.  Debra pulled out Veronica’s diary and said, “I have been reading this.  There is a lot I don’t understand, but I don’t like this Veronica very much.”

I said, “I can help you go through it.”

She said, “Do you realize that she tortured and killed neighborhood pets for fun?  I don’t ever want to be like that.”

My mom stopped washing dishes and came over and hugged her.  “OMG.  She was a serial killer in training.  That is horrible.  I wouldn’t want to be like that either.”

“Serial Killer?  What is that?”

Oh, crap.  She was ‘stored’ before serial killers became known.

My mom, thinking it was the amnesia, said, “Someone who goes around killing people for fun.  Like a truck driver who kills someone at each gas station he stops at.”

“Oh.”  She paused then held up the diary.  “THIS Veronica was definitely one.  And it scares me.”

The three of us read the rest of the diary.  It was awful.  Veronica described in detail what she did with dogs, cats, squirrels, and a rabbit she had caught.  She laid out all her scams, all the money she had taken from various people, and several scams her mother was running currently on a much larger scale.  Her father was just as bad, his business was defrauding senior care centers.  The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, it seemed.

My dad got home at five.  He was a city prosecutor working for the DA.  When he walked in the door, my mother handed him the diary and said, “You have to read this.”  It took him two hours but he read it cover to cover.  Debra sat on the couch with mom and me softly crying into my shoulder as we comforted her.

My dad carefully closed, then looked up.  “Veronica.  What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.  I hate to say it, but I don’t remember them, so I don’t feel bad about turning them into the authorities.  But reading that, I was as bad, if not worse, than my parents.  I will end up in prison like they will.”

“Let me make a phone call.”  He whipped out his cell and called the D.A.

“That’s a phone?  Wow.”  Her eyes got big.

Ten minutes later he put the phone away.  “Veronica, the D.A.’s office is offering immunity for your testimony.”

“But I don’t know anything.”

“You testify where you got the diary and what you did with it.”

She looked at me.  I said, “I can’t tell you what to do, but I would take it if I were you.”

She looked at my dad.  “I will take the offer, but only if I can come live with you.”

My dad exchanged looks with my mom.  “You got a deal, young lady.”

Another phone call and a pair of detectives were in our living room.  My father made copies of the relevant pages concerning Veronica’s parent’s activity.  He handed the pages to the detectives and told them to investigate.  This was one of the biggest cases our town had ever seen.  They were all excited.

Carla Stefanopolis, down the street, kitty corner from Veronica’s house, was a Judge. My dad typed up the immunity agreement which included the in loco parentis directive, and took it over to her along with Debra.  She read it and they all signed it right away.

Debra was put up in the guest room for the night.  She slipped over to my room and laid there holding me tight as she cried herself to sleep fairly quickly.  I slipped out of bed, took my shower and slipped back in next to her soon afterwards.  It took me three hours to fall asleep, thinking about how the most beautiful and sexy girl on the planet was sleeping in my bed!  Too bad she was still fully dressed.

My dad’s phone rang at five AM.  I heard later that it was the lead detective.  Apparently they had been excitedly working all night, and had verified the diary entries.  My dad ordered the arrests of Neal Davis and Cindy Davis. 

I was having a little trouble.  In her sleep Debra had moved over and lain half on top of me, her beautiful hair spread over my chest, smelling nice.  I had awoken when the phone rang, but she was still asleep.  Even with only an hour or two of sleep, there was no way I was going to get back to sleep as she snuggled down on my chest separated from me by only by a thin sheet.

Chapter 4

 

By about nine, not able to stand it anymore, I slipped away to the bathroom where I painted the toilet white.  My teen hormones were in a complete tizzy.  I managed to relax a bit so I could take a leak as well. 

Just as I was finishing, Debra burst into the bathroom and dashed for the toilet, quickly whipping down her jeans and panties and squatting over the toilet.  She averted her eyes, but I saw her looking out of the corner.  Embarrassed, I quickly tucked myself in and took off, but not before I noticed that she was bare as the day she was born.  I remembered reading that from the diary, that Veronica had had all her body hair removed by laser.  It had been a thirteenth birthday present from her mother.

Hard as a rock, I stumbled back to my room and got dressed.  Glancing in the guest room, I noticed that mom had put an old sundress of hers on the bed along with a pair of panties.  That meant that she had seen Debra sleeping in my bed.  Oh, oh.

I quickly pulled on some pants and a t-shirt and headed down for breakfast.  Mom had a big plate of scrambled eggs with sausage and bacon ready to go.  My dad was gone in to work.  I was fretting the whole time, but my mother said nothing except, “Good Morning.”

A few minutes later Debra came in.  She was wearing the dress and looked fantastic.  I realized that both she and my mother had B cups and were close in height, so the dress fit perfectly.  My mother gave her a hearty, “Good Morning.  Feeling better?”

Debra said, “Yes, madam.  I apologize for my behavior last night.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear.  Have some eggs.”  And my mom plunked a big plate of eggs in front of her.  When Debra dug in with gusto, I saw my mom relax a bit.  I realized it had been a test.  The real Veronica would never have touched the eggs or the meat.  I don’t think Debra even knew what carbs were.  She was a girl of the ‘50s, and loved her meat and potato style meals.

My mom plunked another plate on the table and sat down to eat it herself.  “Veronica honey,” she said between bites, “Call me Sara.  And you have a busy day today.  Your parents were arrested this morning.  The police have sealed your house, so we need to do some shopping and get you some new clothes and shoes.  At two, we need to go in so you can make an official statement.”

Debra said, “Good, it is nice that those horrible people are off the street.  And I have been thinking, can you call me Debra?  I really hate the name Veronica.  Especially after knowing what she was like.”

“Of course, dear.”

After we finished breakfast, Debra took her and my plates to the sink and started washing them.  My mom raised an eyebrow at this, but put her plate in the sink and Debra washed it too.  It was so out of character for Veronica that I thought for a second that she had blown it.

My mother herded Debra out to the car.  Since Debra was attached to my arm again, and I didn’t have any complaints (I’m not stupid), I was going too.

Mom took us straight to the mall.  Debra was rubbernecking in awe, the mall having been invented ten years after she was around before.  Then the feminine gene came into play.  Dress after dress (Debra seemed to like dresses better than pants).  I enjoyed watching her as she came out and modeled all the different dresses.  She took everything I said very seriously, a big ego boost.  Of course, I steered her toward the shorter dresses with lower tops.

She wanted to get granny shoes, but my mom and I vetoed that immediately.  My mom picked out a nice elegant pair.  Of course, she had the running shoes that Veronica had been wearing when she went into the old house.  That would be enough until she could get at her clothes again.

The food court for lunch really blew her away.  She stood there dumbstruck staring at all the restaurants.  Mom and I led her to a table, then went and got some sandwiches from Arby’s.  Those were familiar enough.

After eating, we swung by Bed, Bath and Beyond and picked up a kit with a hairbrush, toothbrush, and the like.  Then it was time to head to the old courthouse for her deposition.  Debra said to me when my mom was out of earshot, “This is one place I know very well.  My dad spent weeks here setting up the trust that maintained the house after he died.”

I squeezed her hand and she gave me a brave smile.  She was still hurting over her father’s death, which was only two days ago for her.

We went up to my dad’s office.  It was across the hall from the DA’s office and looked exactly like the one in Law and Order.  I sometimes twitted my dad over the coincidence.

I had to leave the room, but it only took half an hour.  I went back in and was almost tackled by Debra who glommed onto my arm again.  She was shaking slightly so I pulled her into a hug.  She shivered in my arms for a while, then moved back to my right arm.  My dad was saying, “With the diary and her testimony, Neal and Cindy are going away for a long time.  There is even a case for second degree manslaughter on Neal Davis because he knowingly provided false drugs and broken equipment for medical treatment.”

Debra whispered in my ear, “Can we just go?”  I led her out onto the courthouse steps where we sat.  I put my arm around her and she rested her head on my shoulder.  She looked up at the sky and said, “It is such a beautiful day.  I just couldn’t take any more gloating.”

Since I often felt the same way around my dad when he was working, I just nodded and looked down her dress.  I couldn’t help myself, the way she was scrunched over it was gaping wide open.  I was hard as a rock as I examined her perfect breasts.  She had a pair of puffies that any girl would dream of having.  As I stared, they began to stiffen; I continued to watch with fascination as the nipples came erect.  I realized that she was watching me stare down her dress and was getting excited over the naughtiness of it herself.  I continued to stare for a minute until I heard my mom say from the doorway, “There you two are!  Come on, let’s go home.”

We got up and exchanged smiles.  Then we followed mom to the car.  At home, I sat with her on the porch.  I asked, “Do you know anything about how that computer your dad had worked?”

“Most of it, why?”

“Specifically, the storage device which I assume was the big crystal.”

“Yes, I was there when he figured it out and built it.”

“The reason I am asking is that no one has yet to duplicate it.  Computers are millions of times more advanced than the one he had, but no one has yet to come up with a molecular storage system like that.”

“So what would something like that be used for?”

“Everything, I mean literally everything, these days uses computers.  The clock next to the bed, the television, telephones, cars, heck, even my watch.  The human memory needs Zettabytes of storage, and no one has even come close to that.  Your dad’s invention would be worth billions of dollars.”

“Billions??!?”

“Yes billions.”

She chewed her lip.  “I know he was really worried about people getting their hands on the technology he invented.”

“For the mind transfer thingie, I agree with him.”

“That is why I suggested he destroy it and forget the whole thing.  I was worried.  He said that he would make sure no one else got their hands on it.  I guess he managed that.”

I squeezed her hand.  “Yeah, he sure did.” 

She gave me a small smile back.

I went on, “But the memory isn’t dangerous.  Just think about it.”  I tempted fate and since her face was still upturned, I kissed her.  It was wonderful.  She sighed and kissed me back, hard.  We sat there and made out for hours.  It was the most wonderful time of my life.  I cradled her face with my right hand and interlaced my fingers with hers on my left.  A few kisses on her neck and she was gasping.

We had to stop as my dad pulled in.  Both of us were panting a little.  He greeted us and we went in for dinner.  My dad was waxing euphoric over the case he had with Veronica’s parents.  It was getting to me, and I could see that it was getting to Debra, so I excused us and we went to watch a movie in the living room.

I put in the DVD of Sound of Music, then sat on the couch with Debra curled up next to me, watching in fascination.  My parents were having some sort of discussion, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.  I reluctantly slipped away from Debra and went to the kitchen door.  My dad was saying, “It’s not right to let her latch herself to Joe like that.”

“Oh, don’t be silly.”

“Sara, she hangs on his every word.  If he told her to do something bad, she would.”

“Like I said, don’t be silly.  Joe would never do that.”

“Didn’t you read that diary.  She is scary.  I am scared at what she might do.”

“I’m not.  Quite frankly, I like her.”

“So do I, but that isn’t the point.  I am afraid of her memory coming back.  She could hurt Joe.”

“I don’t think so.  She is too nice, I just don’t see her doing things like were written in that awful book.  And Joe has always been a loner.  It is good for him to have some attention from an attractive girl.  Especially one he feels he has to take care of.”

“I agree with you there.  It is nice to see him with a girl.  *sigh* All right, but I just hope she stays as nice as she is now.”

“I do too.  It was so much fun going and buying dresses for her today.  It was almost too much fun.  I have always wanted to do that with a daughter.”

“I know, honey.  We can just keep trying.”  I heard a rustle and a smacking kiss.  I didn’t need to hear my parents making out.  I headed back for the couch.  Debra was still sitting in the same position, fascinated by the movie.  I slipped in next to her, and, daringly, placed my hand on her warm thigh.  My other arm was already around her.  She sighed and snuggled in closer, putting her arm on MY thigh!

That was the signal I needed.  I slid my hand up her thigh under her dress until I felt the warmth.  My whole body was shaking.  She just sighed again.  I cupped her mons.  It was dripping wet.  Boldly I slid my hand into her panties and began to massage her protruding clit like I had seen in a friend’s porno video once.  She gasped and tightened her grip on my leg.  Suddenly she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and quivered in orgasm.  I slid my hand out back to her thigh.  She kissed me and said, “Joe, that was wonderful.  Thank you.”

I couldn’t believe myself as I said, “Anytime.”

We cuddled on the couch as Maria taught the Von Trapp kids to sing.

Chapter 5

 

After the movie, my mom sent us to bed.  Debra used the bathroom and took a shower, then I did.  Mom was bustling about so I didn’t even see Debra.  After a little while, Mom came out of Debra’s room, poked her head into mine where I was pretending to be asleep, whispered, “Good Night”, and then went downstairs.

Ten minutes later Debra snuck into my room and slid into bed with me.  It was dark so I barely saw her.  I looked at her silhouette and pulled her to me.  In seconds we were making out again like on the porch.  She scooted over toward me, and I froze for a second as a long smooth thigh brushed against mine.  I froze again as I felt her naked breast on my arm.

She whispered in a desperate voice, “Joe, could you do me like you did in the living room again?  Please?”

Slightly surprised, I said, “Of course.”

She said, “There seems to be something about this body, it needed what you did very very much.  I never felt like that before.”

What a thing to say to a thirteen year old boy.  I said, “I will always be here for you.”  I pulled her into a kiss as I slid a hand down her front.  Her skin was so smooth.  I reached her hip without hitting anything.  No panties!  Wow.  I slid my hand down to her slit.  It was already dripping.  I deliberately avoided her large clit sticking out and moved down further and slid a finger into her.

She gasped, “Oh God!” and spread her legs wider.  I slid my finger all the way in; there was no obstacle.  Although Debra was one, Veronica hadn’t been a virgin.  I idly wondered how much she had charged for her virginity?  I hadn’t seen that in the diary.  Well, that was moot at this point.

While slowly sliding my finger in and out, I began to kiss down her neck.  She was gasping like a fish out of water.  I reached her right breast.  I trailed my tongue down, circling the nipple.  After several loops, I dragged my tongue over the nipple as she gasped in a small orgasm.  I gave it a suck while she was coming and it redoubled.

Trailing my tongue down, I did the same to her clit.  She was thrashing about the bed like she was being electrified as she had orgasm after orgasm.  I slid forward, and pulling out my finger from her quivering dripping snatch, I slid my iron hard cock balls deep into her.  She gasped, “Oh God!” again, almost incoherently, then wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into a big kiss.  I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt.  I knew that I wasn’t going to last long as her vaginal muscles quivered up and down my hard penis.  I pulled back slightly, and her legs shoved me down, hard.  I managed three more thrusts before I exploded, filling her with the largest load of cum of my life.  It just kept coming and coming.  She felt the warmth and let out a silent scream as her back arched, her fists pounded on the bed, and she had a mind-blowing orgasm.  Her legs kicked out but I had no plans to move.  Still hard as a rock, I stroked her to three more mind-blowing orgasms and dozens of mini-orgasms before I came again myself.  Even though I still had a semi, I rolled off of her and spooned her unconscious body while drifting off to sleep.

I woke up when she shifted seven hours later, turning over.  She looked into my eyes in the dawn’s orange light and kissed me hard.  “I love you so much that it hurts, Joe Garrity.”  She got up, gloriously showing off her perfect body as she moved sinuously like a cat, and went back to her room.

Later that afternoon, as we sat on the porch with her head on my shoulder, she asked, “Joe, why did Veronica have all her body hair removed?”

“Two reasons that I can think of.  One, then she doesn’t have to shave and doesn’t have stubble.  Two, it is considered much more attractively sexy, which I agree with.  I assume that she wanted to be able to cuckold any guy she came across.”

“So you like it?”

“Oh, very much.”  I leered at her. 

She giggled.  “What does cuckold mean?”

“One definition is that a man would do anything she said for the implied sexual favors.  All she would do is smile, bat her eyes, give a glimpse of leg and maybe even a glimpse of her nude in some of the more severe cases.  She never would actually have to do anything.  Another meaning is that she would sleep with other men besides him and he would go along with it.”

“That’s a bit mean.”

“Well, it is Veronica we are talking about.”

“True.”  She was chewing her lip.  “Joe, last night...”

“Yes?”

“It was so wonderful.  Why didn’t it hurt?”

“Veronica obviously wasn’t a virgin.”

“Does that mean I have a boyfriend out there that I don’t know about?”

“Unlikely.  Veronica would only have a boyfriend if it got her something.  Her virginity would have been worth a lot of money, thousands of dollars to the right man.”

“You think she sold it?”

“I am sorry to say it, but yes.”

“I don’t remember that from the diary.”

“Neither do I.  It could have happened before she started the diary.  I am actually surprised she even had a diary.”

“But she started the diary when she was ten.”  All of a sudden her eyes opened wide, “Oh!”

“There is a reason she was a psychopath, Debra.  And that is the most common.  It sure fits the facts.  It also explains why you are feeling oversexed.  That part of the brain is overdeveloped from early use.”

She chewed on that for a while, a long while.  “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Telling me the truth about what you think.”

“I love you, Debra.  I would never lie to you.”

She kissed me hard, crying.  “I love you too, Joe.”

That night she fucked me to within an inch of my life.  Both of us collapsed and immediately fell asleep.  She was on top and we fell asleep with my cock still buried deep in her.  That is where she was when I awoke at about six the next morning.  We exchanged a long kiss and she snuck back to her room.

Chapter 6

 

At breakfast, after my father had left for work, my mother commented, “You two really need to keep it down at night.  You almost woke up your father.”

What?  Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

Debra’s mouth was hanging open as well.

Mom smiled and said, “What do you think I am, stupid or something?  You two are almost disgusting with each other.  In fact, I think I will take Debra to get her on the pill today.  I want grandkids, but not yet.”

Debra looked puzzled, “The pill?  What are you talking about?”

Good thing Debra had ‘amnesia’.  My mom answered, “Birth control pill, so you don’t end up pregnant.”

“Oh.”  Debra looked embarrassed.  I knew that I would have to explain it to her later.  The pill was invented ten years after she was stored.

I asked, “So we aren’t in trouble?”

My mom said, “No, not really.  I know that there is no way to really stop you.  And besides, young love is cute.”  She grinned.

Both Debra and I turned bright red at that one.  My mom went on, “Just keep your dad clueless, okay?”  We nodded.

A few minutes later I was telling Debra about the pill.  She commented, “Well that’s convenient.”

An hour after that my mom came out to where we were sitting on the porch.  “It seems that you don’t need an appointment, Debra.  You have had a contraceptive implant for over a year now.  It isn’t due for renewal for another two months.  Thank god.”

I had to explain what a contraceptive implant was and we looked closely at her arm.

=== New ===

That night she snuck into my room and slid in with me.  I spooned her, sliding in deep.  She sighed and whispered, “Wowsers, I needed that.  I just don’t feel right without your penis buried deep inside of me.”  She giggled, “I never thought I would hear those words come out of my mouth.”

“I promise that I will help you any way I can for the rest of our lives, Debra Briggs.”

“Oh Joe.”  She tightly hugged my arm that was around her and snuggled back.

The next afternoon, my dad asked her to come into his office.

I was with Debra, she wouldn’t let go of my arm, like usual.  I wasn’t complaining.  I loved how she clung to me.  This time I was allowed into the office with her.

My dad, without preamble, said, “It appears that your testimony won’t be needed, young lady.”

“Why not?”

He grinned, “Those two are busy right now hanging each other out to dry.  I have more than enough to send them both away for the rest of their lives.”

Then he frowned and said, “The bad news is that all of their property is being confiscated, yours as well, pending a court accountant.  It is all considered gains from illegal enterprises.  I will ask the accountant to go through your stuff first; you will probably end up with about half of your dresses and shoes and not much else.”

“That is fine with me.  I don’t remember much of anything, so I have no attachments.  I am happy with the clothes that your wife got me the other day.”

“Good.  Now why don’t we go get some lunch.”

As we sat down to sandwiches in the courthouse cafeteria, he opened, “My wife says that you want to be called Debra.”  Debra nodded.  “Well, Debra, I guess that you are now my ward.  And I have been thinking... it is hard for you now, but it will be almost unbearable come school this fall.”

Debra got a scared look in her eyes and said, “Well, gees, I didn’t even think of that.  All of Veron... I mean, my friends, will be really mean when they find out.  If they were hanging with the old Veronica, then they really aren’t the kind hearted types.  I will be instantly the laughingstock of the school.”

I chipped in, “And since all the girls envy Veronica, and all the guys want Veronica, it will be even worse.”

“Didn’t even think of that.”  She started to tear up.

My dad said, “Joe, I have a solution, but you may not like it.”  Debra and I looked at him.  He went on, “Your mother and I have been debating moving to New Surrey.  I have an offer for a job there, at almost twice the salary.”

My first instinct was to say that I hated the idea, leaving all my friends and the only home that I knew.  Then I realized how selfish that was.  Real friends would still be friends, and the rest were only school buddies.  I currently didn’t have any real close friends besides Debra anyway.  Leaving the house would be painful, but I could deal with that.  I said, “That would solve many problems, and it is a good opportunity for you.  I say go for it.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “I am surprised that you are not more against the idea, but if you like it, I will discuss it with your mother tonight.  Debra, any comments?”

“Since I have less than a week of memories anyway, I think it is a good idea too.  I am a little scared at leaving your house, the only place I know, but I have been scared for the last week, so that isn’t anything new.”

He chuckled a bit and said, “Since I was the holdout on moving, I think it is a go then.  I think of it as a bit of an adventure.”  We both smiled back at him.

Chapter 7

 

While the movers were packing up the house, Debra and I snuck over to her old place.  There wasn’t much left.  We found Veronica’s backpack which contained an old spoon of her grandmothers’ which she tucked away.  The basement was near total destruction.  On the floor I saw something shining and pocketed a piece of crystal with some metal attached to it.  Debra found and was sobbing over a photograph of her and her dad.  She hadn’t been all that pretty, but she hadn’t been ugly either.  With a sigh and a hug, we climbed out of the old house and left it forever.

With the promise of a larger salary, my parents got a much larger house.  We each got our own rooms, the guest room was separate.   Veronica’s stuff was released by the accountant; she kept the furniture, a few of the dresses and shoes, most of the rest was given to charity.  The two things she kept in her special drawer were the spoon and picture of her real dad.

I spent long hours with Debra and a microscope, documenting her father’s crystal based molecular storage technique.  We wrote it up, doing actual diagrams based on the part I found, doing tons of research, and finally taking it to my dad.  He laughed and dismissed us.  I have to admit, it hurt.  We weren’t far from the University, my father taught basic law classes once a week, so I went and talked to a professor of Engineering; making sure that I had sealed copies with postmarks and dates to prove Debra and I invented it, of course.  She started reading, and couldn’t put it down.  An hour later, she looked up.

“This is a work of genius!”  She tapped her finger on the paper.  “It will revolutionize the computer industry!”

“Then you will help Debra and me apply for a patent?”

“Of course!  I just hope that you two will give me a grant or two after you make your first billion.”

Debra’s eyes went round; I don’t think that she really believed how significant the crystal core was up to this point.

The professor was true to her word.  The University had staff lawyers that habitually had to file patents for inventions of the staff.  I carefully read over the applications, making sure there wasn’t anything on them giving the University credit or anything like that.  They were sent in.

Two months later, just before Spring Break, I was snuggling with Debra on the couch watching ‘Back to the Future’, she found it hilarious, when my mom came into the room.  “I just signed for a registered letter that is addressed to both of you.”

“Who is it from?” I asked as I reached for it.

“The patent office.”

I eagerly grabbed it.  Debra chewed her lip in scared anticipation.  Tearing it open:

Dear Sir and Madam:

 

This is in reference to your patent application dated January 17, 2014.

We have completed the review and have concluded that it is complete and no previous application has been made for the ‘Crystal Memory Storage Device’.  Accordingly, the patent is approved, effective the date of this letter.

 

U.S. Patent Number                    Expiration Date

9, 238, 221 (the ‘221 patent)  February 10, 2039

 

With respect to the ‘221 patent...

 

I read it, reread it, and then passed it to Debra as I stared at the wall.  Debra squealed and passed it to my mother.  I just stared at the wall, in shock.  We were potential billionaires.  My mom exclaimed, “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

I said, “We went to dad, and he laughed in our faces.  So I talked to a professor at the University, who didn’t laugh, by the way.  She arranged for their lawyer to file the application.”

“But, but, this is huge!  I don’t understand.  Where did you two suddenly get the technical knowledge to do this?”

“Debra had an idea, and I realized how it could be used.  The rest was research.  It seems that we make a good team.”

“No kidding.  Well, I think this deserves a trip to Applebee’s.  Don’t you?”

I said, “YES!”  Debra looked confused, so I said, “It’s a restaurant.”  She nodded hard as well.

When my dad got home that evening, we didn’t say anything.  My mom handed him the letter.  He glared said, “What did you two do now?”  Then he began reading.  A minute later he looked up, “This is from that report you two did a few months ago, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” we said.

My mother chipped in, “They said that you laughed in their face.  Apparently the University Professors didn’t.”  She gave him a dirty look.

He said, “What can I say?  I was wrong.  I am sorry, Joe and Debra.”  He waved the letter, “This is unbelievable.”

I said, “Yeah, Dad, do you know any good contract lawyers?”

He started thinking hard.  “I know of one.  A classmate of mine.  Wendy, you remember Hank Williams?”

“Yes, nice guy.  I dated him a few times before we got together.”

I snickered, “Hank Williams?  The country singer?”

My dad said, “Joe, no relation.  Wendy, you dated Hank?”

My mom replied, “So did half the freshmen girls, Tom.”

“Hmmm... Anyway, Joe, why do you need a contract lawyer?”

“We need to license this patent to someone like Intel, TI or Motorola.”

“You have really thought this through, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Dad, I have.”

 

Hank Williams looked nothing like his name.  In spite of what my dad said, I was expecting a cowboy and got a WWF wrestler, the guy was 6’5” with huge muscles.  Mom, Dad, Debra and I met him a week later at his office in the city.  Debra had never seen skyscrapers before and she was rubbernecking the whole time.  Especially since the guy’s office was on the 38th floor.

We shook hands with Hank, then he led us to a conference room.  He asked my dad, “So, Frank, what’s up?”

“My son needs your help.  Frankly, what he is doing is beyond me, so I will let him explain.”

Hank raised an eyebrow, but turned to me. 

I said, “Mr. Williams, Debra and I had an idea, so we got a patent on it.”  I handed him the patent. 

He read it through, eyes getting bigger and bigger.  He finally exclaimed, “Holy shit, you certainly do need a lawyer.  I suspect we will all be very rich, very soon.”

My dad said, “Hank, you actually understand that?”

“Frank, are you kidding?  This is worth billions.”

“Billions?”

“Yes, billions.”

 

 

 

WORK IN PROGRESS