Charles didn't seem to waste any time. No sooner than he finished reassuring Lara that she would be safe with him, he was already gathering up a bottle of surface cleaner and paper towels to clean off the campsite and remove any of Lara's scent.
"Remember, just stay inside, OK?" He said, as he opened the door to walk out.
"OK, thank you Daddy!" The little six-year old Lara replied.
It struck Charles to hear that. The last time anyone called him that, in that kind of innocent little voice, was his middle daughter when she was only eight years old. That's how old she was when his wife divorced him.
What Charles lamented the most was not being able to raise his girls all the way through. He did have some moments with his oldest daughter, but the years spent in the Navy robbed him of any quality time. Even when he was still married to their mother, he often spent months away at sea.
His ex-wife remarried and they settled in Georgia on 12 acres of land, exactly what his wife had wanted. His middle daughter still has some memories of him, but his youngest regards her step-father as her real father.
Charles continued his service in the Navy through the 20 years he had originally planned. In the end, service to his country still meant more to him than family life. He tried to convince himself that finishing 20 years would give him a retirement benefit, which was something he felt would contribute to the family. But his wife didn't want to wait that long to give their daughters a father.
Lara seemed to have a way of rekindling the fatherly love he still kept bottled up inside him.
Inside the motorhome, Lara had peeked out to look at Charles. He was working as promised to hide her scent from any approaching scent dogs. She recognized she could trust him and that he would be kind to her. The safety from his protection and along with the cover of the motorhome and all of its amenities made her safe and well cared for. Particularly in the midst of danger all around her, it kept her six-year old girl reaching out for love.
Lara's hand reached down to soothe herself and reestablish contact with that little child.
She recalled the punch to the jaw quite clearly.
Teresa wasted no time in getting up from her seat at the burger restaurant. She grabbed Mike's neck collar and yanked it towards her, then landed a solid blow to his left jaw, sending him down to the floor immediately. The entire dining room went quiet.
The day started out like any of Lara and Teresa's adventures. This happened in the 8th grade. The girls were just months away from graduating and moving on to high school. This particular afternoon took them to the burger restaurant, where many kids hung out at. Teresa picked out a booth, and the two waited for their food to arrive.
Teresa stealthily reached her hand up Lara's skirt and began stroking her clitoris. Lara made no particular jolt or jerk and accepted the touch as something to be expected. Being sexually stimulated in public places had already become common play, particularly like this where the action took place beneath the cover of a dining table.
"Hey lezzies!"
Teresa removed her hand and turned her head to look. It was two boys from the same school they went to. One of them, Mike, had often pointed them out to other kids as the campus lesbians and used them for jokes. Teresa knew it was Mike who issued the words. The other boy laughed. Both proceeded to walk out of the restaurant.
That's when Teresa sprang up and seized her opportunity to put a stop to it, felling Mike in one efficient stroke.
It was an example how Teresa built her reputation as an enforcer.
"Come on!" Teresa said, pointing to Lara.
By this time in their relationship, Lara knew to comply immediately. The boy laying on the floor, writhing in pain, was of no concern to her, nor were any of the customers in the restaurant. Teresa had successfully trained her to focus on her and not pay attention to anyone else.
