Nothing else was going to happen to her.
She had no way of knowing how wrong she was.
CHAPTER FIVE
True to their word, Roar and Ed dropped her on a main highway. Luckily, the rain had slacked off to a mild drizzle; so she wasn't soaked by the time she was able to Ft her next ride. It was only halfway to her destination, but she didn't mind, since it was an older man with his grandchildren and she knew she'd be safe.
Unfortunately, the man let her out in the center of downtown Worcester. Lyn decided that she ought to wok to the elf of town on the road that would take her to Brocton, so she wouldn't get driven out of her way. She pulled a thin jacket of waterproof materid from her knapsack and donned it, then covered her hair with the hood.
The jacket didn't protect her bare legs, but it would help keep her from catching cold, since it died prevent the rain from getting to her clothing.
When the police car first cruised past her, Lyn ignored it. To the ffteen-year-old girl, the police were what other people got involved with they were of no concern to her and she was of no concern to them.
A few minutes later, a poiiice car pulled dongside of her and cruised siiowly down the street. Lyn gave the lone occupant a glance. then ignored the man as she strode down the street. As far as she was conceded, he was just a policeman taking a break from a dull tour of duty to ogle a good400king giri who was crossing his territory.
It was only when the car retained a few moments later that she began to wonder. It occurred to her that her father might have reported her missing But wouiid the police in Massachusetts be on the alert for a giri who might have left home in Pennsylvania? Wouiid her father have thought of Uncle Wayne and realized that she might be going to him?
Then, as the car pulled away from her, Lyn was struck by another thought: Even if her father didn't have the police looking for her, he could still find out where she was if they stopped her!
Suppose they arrested her for being a runaway? the giri asked herself. What would happen? lf she told them she was going to visit her uncle and that her father knew about it, would they believe her?
Or would they check with her dad?
Er She was sure of what he'd do. He'd ten the co police to hold her until he could come to get her.
Only he wouldn't take her home he would stick her in some kind of home. At best, he'd put her in a strict school, where she'd be as ionprisoned as if a- she were in a mental hospitd.
All Lyn knew she couldn't let her Pam show. She co had to wok cdmly tong the street and hope that the policeman, or any other who might corns by, would think she knew where she was going, that she was somebody who had gotten off a bus and was waking home. Or that she was old enough to be on her own. What age did she have to be in this state to be running around on her own? Lyn had no way of guessing. In some states it was sixteen.
Lut she wasn't even sixteen.
The police didn't know that, however. She might be able to mdke them think she was eighteen, nineteen, even. All she had to do was act indignant, threaten to sue them. Her father had done that once when a policeman had stopped him for something, and it had worked. If she had to, she'd "Come here, kid!"
Lyn looked up to see the policeman sitting next to her.
"Yes, sir," she answered, wdkmg as coolly as she couiid to the side of the car.
"You wants go downtown?" the cop snarled.
"Not I'm going the other way," Lyn replied.
"Don't get smart with me," the cop told her. He reached over and opened the door. "Get in," he directed.
She did as he told her and he started the car, driving east, the way she'd been going. "So," he said, "you don't want to go downtown? Must be a reason for it. Now, what could that be? Huh?
"Maybe there's something you wouldn't want me to find out about you? Huh? That it? You got some little secret, kid, you don't want me fnding id out about?"
Lyn said nothing.
"Yeah, Ill bet that's it," the policeman said.
"I'll bet you're a runaway." Again, Lyn said nothing The policeman drove for a few more blocks, then turnedinto a parking lot beside a darkened building and stopped. "You have any idea how much paperwork is involved with you runaways?" he asked.
Lyn shook her head.
"More than it's worth," he answered. '-So, if I trike you downtown, I'm gonna have to make it worthwhile." He looked at her. "You see that building over there?" When Lyn nodded, the man continued. "If I take you downtown, it's Gonna be for attempted burglary of that building. You want that?"
"No," Lyn admitted. "But you can't do that.
You can't just say that 1 tried to break into that place."
"Why not?" the policeman retorted. 'They'll believe me. They might not try you on that charge, but they'll hold you on it while they check to see if anybody anywhere else wants you." He reached under the seat and pulled out a crowbar and a pair of rough gloves. "They might even t~y you on that charge, with this evidence that you were trying to breds in."
Lyn gulped. He was threatening to fraune her for burglary. "I… I haven't done anything wrong," she protested. "Why are you picking on me?"
"Maybe it's because you've got something I i7 avant," the policeman answered.
"I… I don't have much money," Lyn stammered.
"Who said anything about money?" the policeman asked, leering at her.
Oh, no, Lyn thought. All of a sudden it was clear to her. He wanted to fuck her, she redized.
She had to let him screw her or her dad would lint out where she was, and everything would be ruined.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"A blow-job," the policeman replied.
The color drained from Lyn's face. That was even worse than she imagined. "I could report you, you know," she told him.
He grinned at her. "Unh-uh, honey. If you were straight, you'd have started screaming as soon as I got you in the car. You're not going anywhere near a cop unless you have to." He reached down and opened his trousers, then pulled his fat cock out.
"There's some reason you don't want to go downtown, honey, or you would've been screaming about your rights treaty. Now, you can either give me what 1 want, or I can take you downtown and find out what your stoq is.
"So mdke your mind up and fast. Either you suck me off, or I run you in and we check you out.
Lyn gulped. This was even worse than what the truck drivers had wanted. At least, with Roger and Ed, she had gotten a little pleasure out of the acts she'd had to perform; there would be none in this.
But she had to suck him off She couldn't stand it if she were returned to her father.
Then another thought struck her. If she were arrested, they'd examine her. They'd be able to tell that she'd had sex earlier. If they told her tither that, it would only confirm what ioyce had told him: He'd be sure that she was a prostitute.
"Ail right," she whimpered. "I n do what you wTmt. I… I just want to get to my uncle's, that s ate. But Ili do whit you want."
"Honey, you do what I want and you can do anything ele you feel like. lust as long as it s not in my town. And I~n be dropping you at the city iine to mdke sure you don't do anything else in my town." He Bdnned at her as he swung one leg up onto the seat and slouched in the comer of the seat. "Now, Ft started."
She started to obey, started to lean over him.
"No, donvn on your knees on the floorboard," he ordered. it was only after she had obeyed him that Lyn redized she didn't know what to do. "I… I Ye never dent this before," she murmured.
He laughed. "Sure, honey, you're a virgin, right?" Suddenly he was squeezing her chin in his hand. "Look, you little siut," he snarled, "you get your head down there and you iick my cock good and then you put it in your mouth find you suck me off. And you better do it right, or 1'11 run you in afterward. You undefitand me?