"Vicki, what have you been doing to yourself?" He picked up the fuck book and shook it at her. "I trusted you in my house, and what happens? This! You go digging around in my bedroom. What else did you find? Did you find anything to steal?" He glared hard at the cowering girl.

"N-no, I didn't – wasn't gonna s-steal anything," she stammered. "I'm not a thief! I w-went…" She flinched as the man cut her off.

"Shut up! From now on, when I want to hear you, I'll tell you to speak. Understand?"

"Y-yeah!" she managed to gasp, dismayed at the disastrous turn of events.

"Now," the man was saying, "I can do several things. I can call the police and have you arrested. I can call your parents to come get you and tell them what I found you doing. I can call all the people you baby-sit for and tell them everything I know." He meaningfully looked into her frightened eyes. He could tell she would soon be in his power.

"W-what else?" Vicki looked away.

"Four, you do exactly as I tell you and nobody else'll know." He smiled to himself. This was getting good.

The girl's ears perked up. If nobody else found out, she would still be all right. But if everyone did find out, she would be ruined.

"A-all right, Mr. Parker. I'll do whatever you say," she stuttered.

"Call me Robert, Vicki," he said. "We're gonna get to know each other a lot better, honey." He stepped toward her.

"W-what do you w-want me to do, Mr… Robert?" she croaked. She began to stand up as the man approached her.

Parker held the girl's hand. All was according to plan. "I'm gonna make you feel real good, baby. But first, I have to punish you for what you did." He sat down on the couch. "Stand here in front of me."