Date: Tue, 03 Nov 2015 14:19:19 +0000 From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com Subject: Sascha Part 3 Creating a Semblance of Normality Sascha Part 3 Creating a Semblance of Normality This is a work of fiction; any similarity with places, people and events in the real world is coincidence. If you are not old enough to read this then why the hell are you still here? Remember, this is fiction, not real, I do not condone the sexual abuse of minors, do not go out and try anything you read here in the real world. All actors in this tale were over 18 at the time of printing! I hope this entertains you, and I would love to hear from you with comments, positive or otherwise. Thanks for all the emails that you have sent, it is only a good response that spurs a writer on to complete his work! Please consider making a donation to Nifty. You are getting access to a lot of great literature which costs a lot to keep available for you. There is a link to donate at the top of the Nifty Homepage. From Sascha: Hi all, thanks for all the feedback you have been sending Dad, he and I have enjoyed reading all of your comments. I am very sorry that this has taken so long to post part 3, but the real world, and Cancer wait for no man! Dad has been in and out of hospital, and although he is back home right now, we are not sure how long for, so I will take over the helm on this and his other stories. I (we) would like to apologise for the error which only 2 readers noticed and commented on, in Part 1 Dad referred to himself, the main adult (haha) character as John Sargent. That is the main character in another story that he is writing, for publication in the real world! The man is called Peter Carling, I hope this clears up any confusion! I have taken a break from my studies to be with dad, and to help in his fight against the big C and as Dads proof reader has got himself into trouble for acting out some of the things he read in the stories I am now going to have to publish without proof reading... so please bear with us! From Part 2 That call ended I turned to the others, to see Sam staring open mouthed at the TV screen; "Peter look at that!" he said pointing' I looked at the screen and my heart stopped. Sascha had drawn a picture of me lying prone on a bed naked, one leg raised with bent knee and my hand on a rather exaggerated cock, while I looked at the 'camera' with a serene smile on my face! It was, without a doubt, the most perfect likeness I had ever seen, he seemed to have captured even more of my expression than even a photo would have! Part 3 I was in awe, here was a raw talent beyond my comprehension. This young boy could sing with a voice that would not be out of place in any cathedral choir, plus his artistic talent was beyond anything I could imagine. "That is fantastic Sascha, where did you learn to draw and paint like that?" I whispered, feeling that to talk loud might break the spell somehow. "I used to hide in my room when Mama had men in, and as I had no TV or anything I would draw." he explained. "Do you have any drawings back at your house?" I asked. "Yes" he said, with a sudden sad look in his eyes. "Sascha," I started, "Dad please call me Sash, it's what my real friends call me" he interrupted. "Sash, hmm I like that, Sash, I have a man who is going to go to your house to get your things, and to report your mums death to the police. Is there anything you want him to bring back for you?" "Please can I go, I know what I need and where it is hidden,plus I want to say goodbye to mama?" "I don't know if that is a good idea Sash, it will not be nice there now,not nice to see and not nice to smell!" "I know, I have been going back each day" he explained. Our conversation was interrupted by my phone; "Hello?" I answered, without checking the caller ID "Peter, court is over and I need the address and a list of what is needed" Dickie said, sounding a little irritated that I had not passed on the information needed. "Dickie, a slight change of plan, the boy wants to collect his things himself first,as some of it is hidden away and he needs to say good bye to his mother" "Jesus H Christ Peter, do you have any idea what it will be like in there?" "Yes I mentioned that, but he has been going back every day anyway." "OK I'll come over, we can talk it through, I don't want him being seen and identified as someone who has been near the body!" "OK Dickie, I'll put the kettle on!" I put the kettle on and made some sandwiches, I had just put the tea on to brew as the doorbell went. Sam opened the door and let our 3rd brother in, along with a sleazy looking guy who was introduced to us as 'Mr Smith'. Dickie gave Sam and me hugs and then turned and said "And I guess this charming young man must be Sascha?" offering the boy his hand. Sascha looked at him and then scampered over to hide behind me, like a 4 year old, not a 14 year old! "It's OK Sash, Uncle Dickie is one of the good guys!" Sascha was not certain so I suggested to him that he go and draw on his graphics screen while we talked through what needed sorting out. I saw him looking closely at Sam as he worked on the screen. When Sam tried to look at the TV screen to see what he was up to he simply turned the TV off with the remote. I slipped into my study to put some music on, seeking out an Abba compilation to download and play, I put it on the home entertainment and turned the speakers in the lounge to a background level. The others looked at me as if I was not quite right in the head, but I simply whispered, "just listen!" Sure enough within moments of Waterloo starting to play he was singing quietly, but perfectly as he worked. I pulled out my phone and started to record, leaving the phone on the sideboard. Sascha's voice got a little louder, and everyone stopped to savour the perfect rendition of the 1970's hits. I was about to sit with the guys to talk through the plan of action when the doorbell indicated yet another visitor. On opening the door I found not one but two men waiting, James Carmichael, the last 'brother' and teacher who helped Sascha and the other visitor was my friend from the phone shop. I asked the guys in and Sam took over kitchen duties, making teas and coffees all round while I introduced Sascha to our visitors. Brumbrum Carmichael he knew, and the phone shop guy was fairly young and small, so Sascha seemed fine with them. I turned to Dave, the Phone Shop guy, "Here" I said giving him an extra £30, "for your troubles!" "Thanks Peter, things are a bit difficult right now, what with the wife fucking off with my best mate and the firm cutting down my hours!" He quickly showed Sascha how to set the phone up and as he was about to leave I said "If you drop me in your CV I can see if I can find something better paid for you" "That would be great if you could" he replied gratefully. We exchanged email addresses and he left. "OK Dickie how do you want to do this?" "We'll go to the address after 9pm, it should be darker and quieter then, Sascha will have to go in with Mr Smith,," "NO I'll go in on my own" he protested. "If you come with me I wont be able to say goodbye properly." It was reluctantly agreed that Sascha should go in and collect his things and once he was out Mr Smith would do his stuff, while we drove home. "Sascha, please don't touch anything you don't need to" Dickie told him. "I lived there, my finger prints will be all over the place anyway!" he pointed out. "Yes but we don't want FRESH prints, if the story about you going home to your grandparents is to work, we don't need any complications!" Dickie explained. Sascha continued to work on the drawing he was making and singing along to the Abba tracks that were playing in the background, unaware of the mesmerised audience he had! All too soon it was time to set off, and with heavy hearts we drove to a run down street of Victorian terraced houses, most of which were boarded up. Sascha let himself in through the back door, from an alleyway along the back of the street. After ten agonising minutes he re appeared, as arranged with a Sponge Bob back pack and several Tesco bags of stuff, as well as a large artists pad clamped firmly under his arm. He climbed into the back of the car, next to me, clamped himself to my arm and sobbed, "Can we go please?" James, my brother, drove us home and helped Sascha unload his few worldly possessions into the house, while I called Dickie to let him know we were safely home. Mr Smith then went in and 'did his stuff' as Dickie put it. It made the local news at 10pm! "Illegal immigrant, working as a prostitute found dead at her home, where she was squatting" the headlines said. There was no mention of Sascha, and by all accounts the matter was already closed! The police were not interested in following it up any further. I helped Sascha sort his things and put them away, before admiring the art work he had brought with him. Then he showed me the picture he had been doing of Sam, on the computer. I was stunned, not only had he captured Sam perfectly, but the nude was near to perfect, even though he had never seen Sam undressed! "Sash, how the hell did you manage to draw that, it's as if he had posed naked for you?" I asked in amazement. "When Sam went for a pee I got a quick look through the half open bathroom door!" my little angel told me. So there I was, looking after a sexy little boy who was gifted, both as an artist and a singer, along with what appeared to be a photographic memory! We hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed putting our memories to paper! We hope to have part 4 posted soon!