[didn't know:lol: but some novice slope then or the equivalent)

The two had looked upon the situation with Vilmer a bit differently. They disagreed a little though her father seemed to have a better bit of understanding about the inner workings of her mind then her mother did though he might not have been a huge fan of what she was doing he knew full well, or rather rather strongly suspected her reasons for doing things. He was able to read people quite well since it sort of went with the job though he had hardly ever called his daughter out on these things allowing her to make her own choices. He only stepped in when things seemed to dangerous, though he did warn her about things too if they seemed to have unforseen risks too.

Her mentioning of what was on her mind as far as not telling Vilmer mad a degree of sense. No sense in getting his hopes up then dashing them though she colored and now the pair had their own theories about her and Vilmer …

“Your blushing dear.” Leave it to her mother to bring something like that up. Her father as was the case most times kept his mouth shut. As long as things didn't appear dangerous there was little reason for him to step in. Well, that and neither of them got too heated with one another.

But to her mother's credit she did not say anything about matters, probably thinking that she said enough on the drive over here.

“Mr. Thomas? He's pleasant tp deal with, he was the man that I dealt with when I called the school. I don't see why he would fret much over things but he's probably the best person to tak too,: Josephine said to her daughter. Just then there was a knock at the door and Vilmer entered the room ...

She knew she was blushing! She didn’t have to tell her that she was…! Oh… ah... Vikky endured the atmosphere for the additional amount of moments it lasted.

“Yes, yes! So… when would I be able to call…?” Vikky started, but then someone knocked on the door. Well, what courtesy. Vikky smiled a little to herself. Vilmer entered and Vikky half-spun around, hands behind her back with her little smile and greeted him with a joyous little expression. No apprehension for further meetings needed at all. “Hi, Vilmey~ We were just wondering where you went for~” Actually maybe that was just her, but anyways. Vikky was feeling playful at the moment, so what she said didn’t really matter to her. In any case, she sent a look towards her parents that simply wanted them to remember not to talk about that matter of the school…

Her parents were about to answer her question when the three were interupted as Vilmer came in. Rules being rules there were only suppose to be two visitors here at a time so she doubted that Vilmer would stay long.

“Oh, I just had to make a phone call to coach about tomorrow's practice and being late for it. We sort of went over a few things at practice today that I still have to work on. Unfortunately I'm just saying bye. I got to get home my folks need me to watch my brother and I barely have enough time to get back.

“Sir, mame. Vikky.” He could not help but smile at the last. “Until next time. I'll have more time tomorrow.”

“Vil ...”

“Sir?”

“Go, we'll see you later. No sense being late.”

“Right.” And he departed.

“Such a nice boy,” her mother muttered after he had departed. Her father only grinned.

“So, torturing him huh?” Fredrick laughed then point across the room at the table thinking best not to point out the baseball glove that was there. “Looks like he forgot something.”

He wasn't stupid. He was actually given his daughter a bit of an excuse her too as he pointed out the glove.

“Oh. Alright then.” Vikky smiled at Vilmer as he told he was leaving and gave a small wink on the side of her head that she had turned away from her parents. “See you, then~”

Vikky saw him go while trying to think of how she’d excuse herself later to go over to him. … Um… yeah, how would she properly say she was going over to her boyfriend late at night when the younger was more likely to be asleep? That sounded… awfully… conspicuous. Vikky thought about it just as her parents shared their little words about Vilmer… it didn’t seem they minded him… th-then perhaps… Perhaps they wouldn’t mind if she…?

Her attention was shifted to the fact that Vilmer had forgot something. Forgot-!? Her eyes darted towards the baseball glove that was lying on the table. The set-up was so obvious. The excuse was so obvious. Would she not seem obvious in suggesting it? Vikky felt her heart suddenly pound. Should… should she take this chance? It… was this consciously!? Had he forgotten it consciously!? The… there was no way her father wouldn’t catch that, if that was the case! Augh, GEE! This… this better work out!

Vikky spun to her parents and… “O-oh, gee. That forgetful boy…” She sighed audibly. Vikky… probably wasn’t much of an actor. Good thing she actually thought what she was saying. “I guess I’ll just have to return it” She tried saying it as nonchalantly as possible, which was hard when her heart was beating at such a pace. “Oh, but he already left at such speed… I guess I’ll just have to bring it to him later. Though today, I guess. He might need it tomorrow.” Her eyes trailed away from the glove, searching for a good reason to… “But I’m somewhat hungry. I can bring it to him after dinner. It doesn’t seem like he can join, anyway. So, I’ll wait with that until then.” … Finished delivery of completely made-up speech which… uh… kind of… made sense she hoped…? She… looked over her parents for reactions…

Oh, gee. When would she find time to get the pills among all this? It seemed difficult considering... wait, wasn't this a hospital!? Ergh... now she just had to... um...

If it were deliberate her father would have clearly picked up on the reason why he had left the glove behind especially since his mind was on practice that he needed to have in the morning so he would have been thinking about practice in the morning and the glove was sort of necessary to it all.

Fredrick had been good at decucting things. Yes, he could see through the BS story easy enough. True, he would have liked to shelter her a bit longer but knowing that it was impossible he saw that Vilmer wasn't too bad. No drugs as far as he could tell, he didn't hang out with the wrong crowds, wasn't a thug or in a gang.

Long ago he had determined that there were far worse choices and the biggest flaw the boy had was that he was a little slow at times, he was by no means stupid, sometimes he just didn't think things through.

After dinner … uh uh … Vilmer watching his brother meant no parental supervison … after dinner would be later in the evening … he was no fool.

“Sounds good, while your poor old father languishes here with a bullet wound having to eat rotten hospital food.”

“I could always make something and bring it back here.”

“No, no, you two enjoy your meal without me.”

Joesphine laughed a little and shook her head a bit. “I get it, you always did like Vikky's cooking better. We can go back, fix something and come back here. I'm going to drop Vikky off at Vilmer's afterwards, she can run in and drop the glove off.”

“No, I'm sure you two don't have to waste sometime. Hey, isn't that drama on tonight that you wanted to catch?”

“What drama?” Josephine either did not get it or didn't want to get it.

“That one about the woman who has an affair and conviences the guy to kill her husband.”

“What are you talking -”

“The one you said you saw but feel asleep before the ending, you've only been speaking about it for, goosh, a week now or so.”

“I'll record it.”

“You will not, woman,” he joked. “I don't want to get out of her to find all these corny dramas set on the tv.”

And it took a second longer for it to register with her that Fredrick was trying to keep her from something. She relented of course.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot that it was on tonight.”

.......................

Gee, dad. You could just as well have said it out loud.

Vikky found herself slightly incapable of talking as her face burned up due to the words of underlying message was delivered between her parents. Content to hold herself on the side for the moment, Vikky merely stood feeling awkward while her dad delivered the message to mom… Gee, dad sure was capable of seeing through stories, but Vikky was starting to doubt his ability to make them up himself…

Fredrick was good at seeing the truth and while he was trying to help out his daughter a little he was embarrassing her in the process. If her mother caught on from the onset then she wouldn't have had to lead her so much in this matter and she could have just played along. As it was he sort of clued Josephine as to what was going on her by having to lead her as such.

Well, he hadn't thought this through all the way or was perhaps thinking that his wife would come to a quick realization of matters before hand and thus play along which would have been less embarrassing.

“I'll be back in a few hours,” Josephine leaned down and kissed her husband.

He kissed her back. “Come tomorror, visiting time is almost over anyway. Go home, eat, drop Vikky off and get back to your show. I'm not going any where. Vikky, come her.” He kissed her too on the forehead. “I love the two of you. Sport, don't forget the glove. Now get going, I'll see you in the morning, come back after you call the school, their shouldn't be too many hassels.”

He shuffled them out of the room where soon enough they were home, with just the two of them dinner was a rather simple affair. Josephine got out a card to the school and put it on the fridge as a reminder to contact the school in the morning.

When they finished eating and cleaning up Josephine turned to her daughter. “Alright, Vikky you ready?”

... OK, things had not gone really as planned. Vikky had found herself going completely with the flow. The visiting hours were ending, and… Oh, gee. She felt so embarrassed and confused… Oh, well… Just… just go with it, Vikky… She was told to go over to her father where she was kissed on the forehead and told the common words. For the slightest fraction of a moment, when her father said ‘don’t forget the glove’ Vikky thought he meant condoms for later before she came to realize it was in fact the baseball glove that was referenced. How… how indecent had her mind become? No, not indecent at all. Just… just a little overwhelmed still from earlier. And more was on the way… or more like, she was on the way to more…

“I love you too, dad. Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” She gave him a hug and then took off with her mom bringing the baseball glove with her.

… OK, so it was impossible to get to a pharmacy without her mother knowing. Also, most had closed at this hour. It had felt… wrong to try to get away. It had also felt wrong to say she might need to stop by one. So Vikky had been pulled home to dinner while practically feeling the little male energies inside her trying their best to have their way with her despite that she knew biologically that they shouldn’t have arrived at their destination yet. In any case… soon they had finished dinner, and the plan was underway. Vikky had made sure to have her wallet just for a certain potential plan of hers…

“Yes, mom.” She said with a somewhat energetic tone as she stood up from the dinner-table and went along to go to the destination. Vikky had wanted to call the school before going, but it was turning into being too late for that. A-ah, whatever! Everything would work out, somehow! J-just keep looking happy and like nothing is wrong! Vilmer will… Vilmer will make everything better again…! Hah… … If he was going to make everything better by actually solving it or by making her feel so good she would forget about it… that was for the future to see…

The evening went by quickly, and there had been no time to get things done ahead of time. She had hoped to have called the school but by the time they got home normal hours were already closed for the day so there was little choice but to phone them in the morning, it was a simple matter right, dropping out of school and transferring had been done all the time so this would be nothing unusual.

But she was asked if she were ready after realizing that she had not been able to brake away as expected to get her hands on some condoms.

So Joesphine took her daughter to Vilmer's place. Se had only been here a few times and thus needed directions. “Now, I don't want you walking the steets when it gets late. That rapist is still out there and God knows what else so call me and I'll pick you up.” She had been parked at the curb near Vilmer's place, a quick glance indicated that her daughter had not forgotten the baseball glove evemn though she was sure to remind her of it before they left the house, though at this stage she was aware that the baseball glove was a mere excuse for seeing the boy again.

Her plan was the following; she would go to Vilmer and pretty much let him do as he pleased. He had already come inside her, there was no additional danger in doing so even more times. Afterwards, she would leave Vilmer’s house and go directly to the hospital. It wasn’t that far, as Vilmer had indicated when talking about running home from there. After getting there… she’d simply ask the personnel there for some morning after pills. Hospitals are needed to have people there around the clock. She couldn’t call it an emergency, but it was an emergency for Vikky. Who’d they be to reject a girl in the middle in the night with such a request…? She was sure they’d be understanding…!

With other words, Vikky would be doing exactly what her mother was currently telling her not to do as they had parked near Vilmer. I’m sorry, mom, but I’m going to have to…

…

“Wh-what? T-‘That rapist’…?” … Oh, no. There is a recorded rapist out there that has been active enough to get designated ‘that rapist’. “A-alright. Then I won’t. Thank you for the warning.” … She was lying. Her plan hadn’t changed. I-it’s OK. The chance of you running into that rapist… would be minimal. It’s just one. The chance is so slim. She’d make it. She’d be OK… but that was for later. Vikky picked up the baseball-glove and opened the door…

“… Thank you for allowing this.” … Really. She needed to say something like that, since there was no way her mother hadn’t caught wind of what was happening. So, after that Vikky stepped out, closed the door again and started walking towards the house. Smiling to herself, Vikky took out her mobile phone and started preparing a SMS saying she was right outside, which she’d send as soon as she was closer to the door…

Josephine looked at the clock on the dash board. “Call me by eleven o'clock,” she called after her daughter unaware of any plans that she had been formulating in her head. “That” rapist, the one who shot her father was quiet dangerous indeed. If he was willing to shoot a cop …

The light of the evening was beginning to fade as the sun sank below the horizon, the sky a sea of colors as Vikky made her way to the house able to avoid any further embarrassing questions or concerns about when Vilmer's folks were going to be home.

In a way it might have been embarrassing but her parents were letting her go through with this … perhaps that was because they knew what young love was all about, that they had been cast in a similar situation themselves, save that they had a lot more obstacles to deal with that they were busy removing for her sake.

She sent her message to Vilmer who had been at the door in little time opening it. Vikky of course had been aware that her mother had not pulled off until she was safely inside, a little more than paranoid at this rapist and ensuring that her daughter was safe.

“Come in, come in,” Vilmer urged her inside. “BRUSH YOUR TEETH!”

The last meant for the little rug rat that was still running though the house that bit back that he didn't want to and only went into the bathrrom when his older brother yelled at him to 'do it now or he'd tell mom'. So the youngster with stomping off and slammed the bathroom door behind him.

“Sorry, still trying to get him to bed.” Vilmer frowned a little, then grinned straight afterwards. “Well, I've been thinking about a couple of things and I pulled out a few things from my folks room that I found last year when snooping around for presents ...”

Oh, yeah. THAT rapist. Urgh. S-she hopefully... wouldn’t run into… him… What would she do it she did…? Run. Run like hell. But… d-don’t worry about it, Vikky! You won’t! There… there is no way fortune would be that fickle! You didn’t return home just to run into a rapist! … Well, have your first time and more with your boyfriend, too, but you DIDN’T return to be raped…! So, there… why… did the term ‘raped’ feel so… … …

… Mom stayed in place until she arrived. Well, that was fine. As long as she didn’t follow in, which she wouldn’t. Vilmer was there in time, opening it as if he had been standing there prepared for her all along. It gave Vikky a light blush to see him again. Then he shouted to the little brother, which made her giggle slightly. Brotherly love looked so strange sometimes. Of course, the young one better get to bed… Vikky felt a little guilty of having such plans in the same house as someone so young…

Vikky went in and took off her shoes and such. “It’s alright. It’s alright. I’ll just see it as pr-” Vikky stopped the sentence right there with a blush and prayed he didn’t catch the full sentence. OK, so he had been thinking of things and… F-found things in his parent’s room!? Wh-what had he found. Vikky suddenly looked quite unsure. Had he found toys his parents had used that he was now going to use on her…!? No, wait, had he found bondage equipment!? Was he going to… no, no, stop it Vikky, he wouldn’t… no, could he have found an aphrodisiac!? Were they going to… No, STOP, VIKKY! Stop thinking…

All red in her face, Vikky looked at Vilmer and… “Wh-what kind of things…?” She looked into the corridor for where the smaller boy might be. “Sh-should I wait somewhere…?”

Vilmer smiled a little closing the door behind her as she took off her shoes. “I'm not telling,” he said with a grin. What he found he found awhile back and figured he could use it later on. After all he had been under the pressure to get her to stay.

But then the bathrooom door opned nd Vilmer's brother came out of the bathroom.

“Brush your teeth.”

“I did!” the younger protested.

“I don't think so. You were in there for wht, two seconds. Now go brush them and keep the door opened this time. It's bed time in about five minutes.”

“Your just saying that cause your girl friend is here. I'm going to tell mom if you don't let me have a cookie.”

Vilmer rolled his eyes wondering if he ws ever this bad to del with. “Ma already knows, I called her and she said it was fine. And besides giving you a cookie defets the purpose of you brushing your teeth, now get to it.” He shuffled him back to the bathroom.

N apologetic look on his features. “You can go watch a little telie until I get him squarder away. He left her to watch so tv while he delt with his brother. The tv had a preschool show on it from a DVD and there were toys all over the place tht Vilmer ws in the process of picking up when he returned stuffing them back into a toy box in the room. That done he could properly greet her with kiss to her lips.

“How long do you have?”

Vikky found herself internally complaining at him. Leaving her guessing? Oh, her mind had already done plenty of that. Fortunately, the cute little interaction between Vilmer and the little guy made her smile come back and with it her self-control. Oh, Vilmer. Don’t look so bothered. Having a younger brother means something, doesn’t it? Taking care of him in-between like that… you mean something when doing that, don’t you? Important to someone? Shouldn’t that be a lovely feeling? Or was that just Vikky being inexperienced with younger siblings since she didn’t have one? Oh, well. She was told that she could go and watch a little TV, which she nodded and did.

She hadn’t watched shows like this for a long time. Vikky sat there in the couch available, leant forward looking at the screen. The humor was bordering redundant, and yet it seemed to bring a smile to her face… After a little while, Vilmer came along and started picking up the toys. Vikky saw them disappear one by one, knowing that their disappearance was acting as a timer for the things to come. One by one, the toys disappeared. But it didn’t bother her. It felt a little anxious due to whatever he had found and other things that hadn’t gone according to plan, but this… this Vikky was alright with. Soon… the toys had disappeared, the timer run its course, and Vilmer walked to her.

He wasted no time at all. Vikky was sitting down in the couch, and he came right over. Vikky didn’t sit up. Rather, she leaned back to easier face up to him. Some… some part of her wanted to be underneath him like this. If he still continued the kiss where she leaned back… Vikky would meet the kiss most eagerly. His lips… they were hers… or was hers his…? It was hard to tell with how Vilmer seemed to be moving in to claim her like this…

… How long she has? She was to call by eleven… minus the time to get to the hospital, adding the time it would take for mom to reach here… roughly… “Until half-past ten…”

His eyes dashed to the DVD display and noted the time doing a rough calculation in his head. Half past? He considered briefly for he had a challenge here and his kid brother was eating into that time. Still it was after eight now but they still had plenty of time before the deadline.

He grinned at her then glanced at the TV. He had expected her to switch it off and find something elese to watch though now was the musical number by the man dressed in the dog suit that he had thought he had heard twenty times this day.

He looked back at her, his lips tingling with the contact that they had made just seconds before, that warm buzz that ran over his lips he took up the dvd remote, shut it off and for a moment the dvd flicked over to the televison.

A picture of a blonde, maybe 18 or 19 was on the television with a man's voice in the background …

... that's Kimberly Hart and she's been missing since yesterday morning last seen at the Regent Hospital leaving there from a work shift ...

Cute. Of course she was no Vikky not that he had dwelled to long on it. They were cutting away to some other news story consisting of a rare birth of a new panda in the zoo before he clicked it off.

He turned to her then and grinned. “Some how I doubt watching that all night is going to do the trick. I'd say we could go upstairs but we're already here … “ He pressed his lips back to hers, a hand resting on her leg as he rubbed against it.