Changes

Opening the car door the 6,7 foot man stepped out into the dewy misty morning. Locking the vintage jaguar door, he stood back admiring his prize possession. Now in his sixty’s and semi retired, the car was his first extravagant and impulsive decision. Buying the remote house with 5 acres of pasture and woodland was his second.

All his life he had dedicated his existence to science. Until the military became interested in his work. He could never understand why everything always came down to money or war. Sure he had made numerous millions himself, but that was to help further scientific research. But now he realised he wanted to make a difference in a different way. On this gloomy morning he was making his third exuberant decision. He would help another person who was in need. The hard part was who. Then when he had seen an advert in the local rag about children who needed a home, needed a family, needed him? He knew he had found his answer.

Walking up the straight path that led to the big double doors of the impressive home for the mentally challenged. For no apparent reason he looked up, in one of the second floor windows was a small figure. Through the bars on the window he could easily see a naked girl, legs spread wide displaying herself to him. He watched as her fingers slid down to her young pussy and gripped her modest lips then pulled them apart severely. Opening her little eager body for the tall stranger. He watched transfixed as she pushed her little pussy against the window pane. She moved her petite hips, gyrating, masturbating , squashing her tender clit. All the time looking at him, pure carnal pleasure radiating from her face. Seconds later the young girl fell fully against the window with a bang as she climaxed. Putting her hands either side of her head she stayed motionless her eyes never leaving his gaze. Letting the old stranger have his fill of her naked form.

“Yeah! what you want?”
The tall gentleman jumped with a start.
An attractive, but stern and grumpy looking women had opened the big security doors to the tall stranger.
“Good morning madam, I have an appointment. My names Professor Wilson.”
“Oh, sorry sir, we get all sorts of dodgy people coming to see their miserable kids, lock em all up I say. That would cut down on thieving and robbery’s,”
“ Er, I suppose it would,”
“ Im miss EvansYoung. Claire been welcoming you at her window, sir? She normally does to strange men. Shes only 10, so she isn’t doing any harm. We use her in regular lectures about sexual mental health seminars. They have been so popular that we have started to charge entrance Well we had to when we started to get 50 men a week turning up for them. We think it does little Claire good to get it out of her system and she looks forward so much to them. The old prof looked on in astonishment.

An hour later the same ugly on the inside, pretty on the outside woman, was showing the Prof around the home. The home was in three parts. Men, woman and adolescents All the kids were aware that a potential adoptive parent was doing the rounds. The annoying woman introduced the tall old man to her favourite kids.
The Professor could sense the well rehearsed display that was before him. Especially some of the girls trying to flirt with him, even flashing young breasts, Claire who sat with a short skirt on, opened her legs to display her near hairless wet pussy. Letting the old man know she would willingly give herself to him. Feeling the lurch in his pants he quickly exited the room. Escaping the young nymphomaniac.
“Sorry about that, she likes to do that to all men. Quite sweet really. But I’m sure she will be pregnant as soon as she has her first period. Old enough to bleed old enough to breed. So they say.”spluttered the woman in giggles.
As they continued along the many passages, while walking passed one closed door there was a faint sound of sobbing. The prof stopped and listened.
“Who is in here?”
“Oh you don’t want her, she’s a cripple. In fact she is going to be moved, cos we cant do anything with her.”
The tall man opened the door, inside the sparse room, a young blonde girl sat hunched over in a wheelchair. facing the bare wall. Motionless and quiet. Her wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair.
“She just sits there all day, even wets herself. When anyone tries to get near her she attacks them, that’s the only time she makes a sound, fuckin awful scream. Sorry sir, like I said she’s going to the high security wing of the mental institution end of this week. Lock her up for the rest of her life,” nudging the little girl. “Best thing for you, cripple.”
“ I think you have said enough, get me her file.” the big man boomed at the shocked woman.
Ten minutes later, he was deep in concentration, in the homes managers office, leafing through the young girls notes, on his own.
Amy Brooks 13 years old.
Prostitute mother who died when child was 5. Father Unknown.
Child born with various deformities, including no lower legs or hands.
Thought to be mute. Aggressive to all staff and other children. Otherwise meek and unperceptive to any outside stimulation.
Conclusion to child’s future.