The Analyst

Author's Note: There is no sex with anyone under the age of 18 in this story. A pedophile is introduced and fortunately he is discovered before he can do any harm. The pedophile meets a well-deserved end. EOUL jsps

I watched my two girls, 13 and 14, run to hug their mother and their stepfather before getting into his car. Their mother, my ex-wife, was marching over to me with a mission. I had anticipated this moment all weekend, but I wasn't looking forward to it. She was served on Saturday with my amendment to our divorce agreement ending my mandatory visitation with the girls. The girls were happy that every other weekend at daddy's shitty little apartment was coming to an end. They were at the age where their friends were more important than their parents, I had always known that day would come but like most parents, I thought I had more time.

Their mother Katherine or Kate when we were married was pissed. Since the divorce, I loved seeing her pissed.

"We had an agreement Jack, you can't just change it because it's convenient," Katherine said. I hadn't seen her so spitting mad in ages.

"Katherine, you are in no position to complain about someone changing an agreement or a vow. I took a new job which will require lots of travel. Besides, the girls told me you basically force them to come spend the weekend with their father."

"I'll fight it Jack, I'll fight it and so will my husband."

There was an unintended smile on my face, or maybe a smirk.

"Don't fool yourself into thinking you're on solid ground again Jack, remember how my lawyer shredded yours."

"If you'll excuse me Katherine, I have a plane to catch."

"You can't just leave Jack, you have responsibilities here, responsibilities to your children and stop calling me Katherine."

"Responsibilities, Katherine, you talk to me about responsibilities or maybe I should call you kettle."

She was still rambling on as I drove away, happy that I didn't shut my car off. It was a rental, I had sold my car a week ago and I was on my way to the airport and then onto London.

Long ago, before kids I was in the military doing IT surveillance or what has become cybersecurity. My job was to look for spies inside our own people. Leadership had suspected someone or someones were feeding naval submarine data to China and it became my job to find them. People are stupid and complacent people are the dumbest, eventually I figured out the passwords people were using and solved the mystery. I became a hero but had worked countless hours trying to figure out all the pieces. When the mystery was solved, I was done and did not reenlist. Six months later I had a similar job in a public company and met Katherine. It was that same skill set that I used to identify and document Katherine's infidelity a dozen years later.

My old boss had moved into the private sector and was happy to offer me a position. Besides a nice pay raise, the position was in London, far away from the horror story Katherine had created out of my life. A side benefit of my new position was that I was now a government employee, doing work the government deemed critical, Katherine's threats of fighting my amendment would go nowhere. There would be hell to pay if I ever came back to the states but until then I was free.

My dreams of stepping into my old role before I left the service were shattered on my first day. Cybersecurity had changed drastically in the sixteen years I was away. I spent the first six months in training before I actually did any real work. But people were still people, becoming complacent and doing stupid shit.

Katherine had begun a whole new chapter of harassment. Her countersuit to my amendment was hung in the courts and going nowhere except escalating lawyer fees causing her to unleash a barrage of blistering emails. I wasn't sure if it was just a change in tactics but after six months of harassment, her emails became more about the girls mental health than anything else. As the concerned father I hacked into their home Wi-Fi network and more importantly her husband's computer. I usually referred to the husband as dickhead.

There were gigabytes of video files. I grabbed one at random, maybe they were cat videos. It wasn't cats, it was my daughters and a few of their girlfriends hanging by the pool in what passed as bikinis these days. Other files revealed he had cameras in the bathroom the girls used, recording their showers and other bathroom activities. Fuck, my youngest was only 13 and there were her boobs and pubic hair on my monitor. There were gigabytes of bathroom data plus videos of the girls getting dressed in the room they shared.

I continued my search, dickhead must have a lot of money for cameras because there were ones in the master bath and master bedroom. Katherine had gotten kinky since our divorce, allowing her husband to blindfold her and tie her to the bed. The blindfold allowed him to use a handheld and I got to watch him fuck Katherine's ass. Katherine was a beautiful woman and watching her fuck had my dick hard. The closeup of her gaping ass with his come dripping out killed my erection.

There was also evidence that he was uploading the videos of Katherine and my daughters to a file sharing platform.

The next morning I was in my boss's office.

"I kind of did a bad thing over the weekend Major, my ex had emailed me about concerning behaviors of our daughters so I hacked into their Wi-Fi. I found her husband had been secretly recording all three in the bathrooms and bedrooms including sexual acts with my ex-wife. He was then uploading them to a file sharing platform."

"Are there sexual acts with the children?"

"I have not seen anything like that."

He said, "That's some good news any way but it still puts you in a bind. I'm assuming you left yourself a back door."

I nodded.

"Give me the back door key and fifteen minutes Jack."

I wrote down what he asked for and went back to my desk, pretending to work. Fifteen minutes later he sent me a message saying it will be handled and try not to go back in.

The following week, Katherine emailed me saying something horrible has happened and I needed to call her right away. I didn't really know anything but if my boss said it would be handled I was sure it would be.

I called Katherine, "What happened Katherine?"

"Please stop with the Katherine shit Jack, my husband has been arrested. He has been secretly recording the girls in the shower and their bedroom. I'm going to be sick."

"How are the girls?"

"I'm not sure, they are in with a female police officer and a child psychologist, they think I'm complicit. They are fucking crazy if they think I would condone that kind of shit. You're not acting shocked Jack. You better start talking before I get on a plane to London or wherever the fuck you are."

"Katherine, your email expressing concern about the girls mental health scared the shit out of me so I hacked into your home Wi-Fi and shithead's computer. I found the stuff you're talking about and notified the authorities. He was also uploading them somewhere."

"You always hated him Jack, how do I know you didn't plant them?"

"Well. I've never been to your house so I would never have had access to install cameras in all the bathrooms and bedrooms in your house. The videos are all time stamped."

"Jack, did you say all the bedrooms and bathrooms?"

"Yes Katherine, I always liked that blue dress on you."

"Fuck Jack, you can see me right now?"

"Yes Katherine, go stand in front of your dresser."

Katherine was moving at super slow speed.

"I'm not going to like this am I Jack?"

"No, put your hand on top of the right side of the mirror, no Katherine, your other right."

"It's a fucking camera Jack, he was recording us having sex."

"Yes, and he also used a handheld when he had you blindfolded and tied to the bed."

"You watched us fuck Jack?"

"Believe me, I didn't enjoy watching dickhead fucking your ass and then the close up of his come dripping out of you."

Katherine went quiet, and from the camera I could see she was sitting on the bed crying into her hands.

After about fifteen minutes, she picked her phone back up, "Are you still there Jack, did you say he was sharing them with other people?"

"All I know is that he was uploading them somewhere. My assumption is he was sharing them with likeminded individuals. He could have also been selling them on the dark web. Once I reported it, I was told to step aside and I did. Today was the first time I've gone back in since last week."

"Jack, did you see anything that made you think he touched the girls or anything else."

"No Katherine, I didn't, but once I understood what he was doing I exited the system and turned it over. Watching our 13 year old in the shower will never be unseen. Neither will seeing you and dickhead fucking."

"Thank you Jack, I know I fucked you over but you are my hero."

A week later the bust of the kiddie porn network hit the headlines. Shithead's name was at the bottom of a long list of politicians, priests and ministers including a lot of teachers. But his name was mentioned. He didn't make the national news but he certainly starred in the local news stories, especially when he was found dead in the prison shower. Dickhead had been repeatedly anally raped and he choked to death on his severed penis. I heard pedophiles didn't do well in prison but this was quick and brutal.

Katherine called me a day later, "The good news Jack is that he never touched our girls, he was looking at them weird which freaked them out, that along with missing panties."

"I'm glad your spider senses went up when they did so we could stop this before it grew to touching."

"I didn't stop shit Jack, it was your spidey senses that went up when I talked about the mental health of irrational teen age girls."

There was another long pause. The authorities had seized all the computer equipment in the house along with the cameras so I had no way of telling what she was doing.

She was crying again, "Jack, his name was in the paper, there's a news van parked out in front of the house. The girls can't go back to school, we need help. Can we come there, or wherever you are? The girls need you Jack, I have no right to ask but I need you too."

"When can you be ready to leave?"

"Yesterday Jack, we packed all our shit and realized we had nowhere to go."

"I'll call you in fifteen."

I was sitting in my bosses office a few minutes later explaining my problem and he picked up his phone. "You said they're ready?" I nodded. "Do they have passports?" I nodded again and he hung up.

"There will be a black SUV just like in the TV shows pulling into their driveway in fifteen minutes. They need to go directly to the SUV and not stop to talk to any of the reporters. Depending on flight availability, they should be here in ten or so hours."

I called Katherine back and she said the SUV was just pulling into the driveway. I told her to text me her flight info when she got on the plane.

Of course their flight was delayed and hour so I had plenty of quality time to think in circles about what was next. I was waiting at the luggage carousels when the girls came into view. They tackled me and started crying. All I could do was hug them and I'm pretty sure my eyes weren't dry either. Eventually, their mother helped us all to our feet, we grabbed the luggage and a taxi and headed back to my place. Everyone was pretty quiet as they took in the London sights.

Katherine asked, "Where are we going Jack."

"To my place right now, it's not very big but there's a hotel right across the street where we can put you guys up until we figure things out."

"No fucking way dad, I'm never living anywhere but with you from now on," my oldest shouted and the youngest seconded the motion. I expected Katherine to react to the language but she didn't.

"Just how small is your place Jack?"

"This isn't like the states, most apartments are smaller and mine is about average. There's a second bedroom with a double bed in it. I never had any plans to entertain."

"We'll figure it out Jack and thank you for helping us escape." 'Yeah dads,' echoed from the girls.

By the time we got back to my place and their luggage upstairs, Katherine and the kids were exhausted. I gave Katherine my room and slept on the couch. The girls shared the double bed in the second room. I had already scheduled the next day off, which was a Friday, so that gave us three days to settle on living arrangements.

Katherine woke just as the coffee was finishing, I poured her a cup, she said thank you.

"The bed smelled like you Jack, not in a bad way, it just brought back memories."

I didn't know what to do with that so I ignored it.

"We need a plan here Kate, the girls won't survive in that room for long. Do you have a plan on how long you plan on being in England?"

"Jack, my plans turned into almost a complete disaster for our girls. I feel my judgement has been compromised and I'm paralyzed with indecision. Calling you and ordering groceries online were the only two decisions I have been able to make since he was arrested."

"Exposing the girls to a pedophile is only one problem, thankfully you stopped it before it got really bad and the counselor believes they'll be fine. I took my share of the equity from our house and put in the new house which is mortgaged to the hilt. The government froze all our accounts when he was arrested and the banks locked all our credit cards. The cars were all leased and they took them back yesterday. I have a little over $300 in my checking account and that's it. I should get paid again, I hope. So I am a fucking financial disaster."

In my mind I was screaming that she couldn't dump this mess on me and expect me to fix it. Various responses were running through my head when the girls came out. They asked for tea so I put the kettle on. The girls were complaining about snoring and teeth grinding. Everybody was looking at me for answers. I had none. Kate came over and began rubbing my shoulders, something she use to do when I was stressed.

"Let's go get some breakfast, there's a place I like down the street that also has American style breakfast."

The girls were full of questions about British style breakfasts but not that curious to actually try one. Kate stuck to coffee.

"Can I assume Kate that you have no plans on leaving, at least anytime soon."

"I told you Jack, I have no plans."

"Then we need a bigger place, at least three bedrooms. You girls will need to share a room again."

"As long as we don't have to go back to that house, to that school, I'm good," said my oldest. Her sister nodded in agreement.

After breakfast I took them to see Big Ben and a few other sites. For dinner we were going out to another restaurant. In between, I checked with my landlord. He had a three bedroom unit on the first floor that would be available at the end of the week. One problem solved.

Kate and the girls had run upstairs while I finished the discussions with the landlord. I was almost at the top of the stairs when my oldest appeared, "Dad, you have company."

I had forgotten all about Amy, a woman I had been cautiously dating over the last few months and more recently, we were spending weekends together in my place or her place. After Katherine, I was in no rush to get crushed again and Amy felt the exact same way. But things had been really progressing smoothly and I had hope there were other chapters to write in or relationship.

When I entered my apartment, I found Amy fixing tea for everyone while my youngest chatted away, and Amy giving my daughter her signature smile.

"Hello Jack," Amy said with that smile. "Forget to tell me something?" I could tell she wasn't mad and I knew she was going to have some fun with it. Her overnight bag was sitting by the door.

My oldest joined the conversation as Katherine excused herself and headed to the room the girls had been sleeping in. She quietly shut the door. Amy was smart and incredibly perceptive. She finished her tea and announced she must be going. I walked her out.

"I'm sorry Amy, things have been a little hectic."

"So, you're telling me you forgot all about me now that your ex-wife is staying with you."

She had that smile on her face that told me I wasn't in deep shit but I was skirting the edge. I had already told her about how I discovered my daughters' stepfather was a pedophile but Katherine and the girls coming here happened so quickly. I told her how Katherine refused to stay in a hotel and... until Amy put her finger to my lips.

"Your rambling Jack, which tells me your worried that having your ex-wife here may fuck up our relationship. I know this is all about your girls and if you weren't the kind of man that put his children first, we wouldn't be in a relationship in the first place. We don't say it often but I do love you. Of course I'm going to use this to extort a dinner in a fancy restaurant so I can show you my new little black dress that you're going to buy for me."

Amy gave me a deep kiss and a hug, "And Jack, if you need anything, you can call me."

The girls were all over me when I came in, "Was that your girlfriend Dad?" "She seemed very nice, was she mad because we were here." "I think we surprised her."

Katherine came out, "Did we mess things up for you Jack?"

"Amy is not that kind of person, she knew about the problems with your husband. I didn't have a chance to tell her you guys were coming here."

"She had an overnight bag with her Jack and I saw her shampoo and hair dryer in the bathroom along with an extra toothbrush. Plus she was very adept at navigating your kitchen."

"Is she what they call a 'friend with benefits' Dad," asked my oldest.

"Are you going to marry her, are we going to have a stepmom," asked my youngest.

"Guys, Amy and I have been dating for a few months. We are both taking things slowly. I'm not sure where you guys heard about friends with benefits but our relationship is more than friends."

"So, are you going to marry her," my two girls asked in unison.

"It's too early to discuss marriage plus there's a lot of things we need to work through."

"Like getting fucked over by your ex," Katherine asked. The girls' antennas went up.

"Guys, we have a lot of things to do. The landlord gave me the key to the apartment downstairs. Let's go take a look. He's having it painted so we can pick some colors. And then we can go to the furniture store and find a couple of twin beds for the girls."

My boss had given me information about a school nearby for the children of Americans living in London. It followed more of an American curriculum. Katherine was going to take the girls over on Monday to try and get them enrolled.

On Tuesday, I told everyone I would be late and headed over to Amy's right after work. She let me unload about the joys of having my girls with me and the pain of having Katherine in my face every day. Plus my couch was killing my back.

"I have my own complaints Jack," Amy said as her hand slipped over my cock. "I had to go the whole weekend without any loving except my vibrator. So, get your clothes off and meet me in my bedroom."

Amy got up from her couch and started stripping her clothes off, she was down to her panties when by the time I was following her into her room with my pants around my ankles. I managed not to fall as the pants, my underwear and socks came off. Amy pushed me back on the bed, sucked my cock a few times and then mounted me. I felt her come.

"You are so much better than my vibrator Jack."

"Maybe you just need an audience and maybe a helping hand."

"Are you a pervert that would get off watching me masturbate?" Amy came again.

"Maybe not a pervert but I would definitely get off watching you masturbate. Maybe we can have a mutual masturbation session."

"Where would you come Jack?" Amy was breathless when she came a third time as she continued to ride me. She began squeezing her tits.

"My preference would be to come on your face as you slid the vibrator deep into your cunt."

Amy collapsed on top of me, I flipped her onto her back and shoved my cock back into her cunt. I didn't last much longer.

We were laying there in bed when Amy said, "Jack, if you needed or wanted to get back with Katherine, I would understand. Please give me some warning, let me down easy."

"That will never happen, my girls want to know if you're going to be their stepmom."

"Hmmm, are you suggesting this relationship between us could end in marriage, we have never discussed what our future would look like and its very infrequent that you even tell me you love me."

"I'm sorry, I do love you Amy and I haven't been fair to you. But let's wait until this issue with Katherine gets resolved and we can really discuss what we want. There is good news on the horizon, Katherine applied for an opening at the school the kids will go to so hopefully she'll be able to stand on her own."

The girls were in bed when I got home. Katherine was watching British television, I grabbed a glass of scotch and sat across from her in the armchair.

"Please take a shower Jack, I can smell her on you."

That my ex-wife, a refugee in my house was telling me what to do in my house hit a button.

"Tell me this Katherine, do you think that my smell is worse than smelling your lover's come in your panties as we sat down for so many dinners with our girls."

Katherine looked at me in shock, I had never revealed that I knew she had been cheating on me before.

"You knew about Ted, before we were divorced?"

"I prefer to call him dickhead but yes, I knew long before that and then after hacking your phone there was no longer any doubt. At least at some point in the beginning you tried to be discreet about it."

"Your lawyer didn't shred my lawyer and that was because I tied my lawyer's hands. My lawyer was ready to expose all your infidelities which would have given me much more liberal visitation rights and all the other things in my original petition. You and dickhead would have lost your jobs and would be publicly humiliated in front of our daughters. I couldn't do that to them. Imagine being in court and having all your bawdy texts and pictures entered into the public record. Texts that were sent while on school grounds. You would have never been able to teach anywhere again."

Katherine began crying and ran into the bedroom. I did need a shower before I went to sleep so with a fresh glass of scotch I entered the bathroom. Katherine was sitting on the couch again when I came out.

"All I can say is I'm sorry Jack."

"And all I want to say is good night Katherine, I'm tired and I have work in the morning."

"Please stop calling me Katherine Jack, I know you're venting your hate when you call me that, a hate I have earned but please stop."

I nodded and she got up and went back into her room.

And then we were moving into the new apartment, I invited Amy to come help. My computer system in my old apartment looked like something out of a movie. It took a day for me to disassemble it and move it downstairs. It would take at least another full day to put humpty dumpty back together again. The girls took what would be the master bedroom, Katherine took the smallest and I ended up with something in the middle. Neither Katherine nor I would have a lot of free floor space.

Amy was a godsend taking care of the kitchen stuff while Katherine helped the girls set up their rooms with their new beds. We finished late and I took everyone out to dinner. Although Katherine and Amy spent most of the day in the same apartment, there was little interaction between them. Dinner was going to be something of a new normal as Amy and Katherine sat across from each other. Amy was sitting next to my youngest who hadn't stopped talking to Amy from the moment she sat down. I noticed Katherine smiling as she watched the interaction. I never smiled when dickhead was around and declined any social engagements if he was going to be there. Just one wrong look from dear old Ted and I would have knocked him out and that was before I knew he was a pedophile.

It had been a busy week and for the first time I noticed that my oldest was unusually quiet. I asked her if she was okay and she nodded. Katherine tried to probe but my daughter shut her down with no mercy. So this was a mommy-daughter thing. Amy also picked up on it and gave me a nod.

The five of us headed back but escorted Amy back to her place which was only slightly out of the way. We were all exhausted as we reentered our new apartment, the girls took a quick shower before trying to go to sleep. I went to check on my computer, I was sitting there making sure all the thousands of connections were working when I got a text from Katherine asking me to come outside.

I found Katherine sitting on the step. "Amy got along so well with our youngest, you chose well, much better than your first choice."

"Amy and I aren't there yet."

"Then you're a fool Jack, don't let my stupidity hold you back. Snatch up that girl before someone else does."

"It's not that easy Katherine, her history isn't that different than mine."

Katherine frowned, "Neither of our girls bonded with Ted, and that was before they knew he was a creep or maybe they always knew."

"But that's not why I asked you to come outside. Ted and I concealed our relationship from the girls for a period in an attempt to hide that we were together before the divorce. Our oldest asked me point blank a few times if I had been with Ted before the divorce and I always denied it. I think our oldest heard us the other night, Jack, you noticed the funk tonight but it has been building for a few days. I thought it might be a normal teenage girl thing. So not only am I a cheater who brought a pedophile into our home, I'm also a liar."

"Do you want me to be there when you talk to her?"

"No, I created this mess which just seems to keep finding a new way to haunt me. Can you take our youngest with you someplace tomorrow, maybe stop at Amy's to buy me some extra time and I'll text you when we're done."

I gave Amy a quick call and asked if she was okay with the plan, she said of course. My youngest was thrilled to go to the store with me since it included a stop at Amy's. Again, I watched Amy and my youngest interact, my youngest never paused and Amy was completely focused on what my daughter was saying.

There was a text from Katherine asking if I could come back and leave our youngest with Amy. My youngest looked overjoyed to have alone time with Amy. I knew I was walking into a shitshow when I entered my apartment and the look on Katherine's face told me it was probably worse that I feared. My oldest was sitting at the kitchen table and I didn't like the look on her face.

"Mom told be the truth about her relationship with Ted and why you wanted to conceal it. But it kind of backfired, at least until you rescued us. As far as I was concerned, you abandoned us and Ted was our knight in shining armor who rescued us. He brought us to his big house and beautiful pool. My sister feels the same way. And then we were mean to you, refusing to spend time in your little apartment so we could hang out by his pool with our friends. From the beginning of the mess mom created, you have been putting us first and I want to thank you."

So mature for a 15 year-old and then the damn broke and she was in my arms sobbing.

"Can I go back to Amy's with you, I don't want to be alone with her," she said as she nodded to Katherine. I said ok. Katherine had been sitting in the living room, staring off into the distance. I assumed she heard her daughter.

On the way to Amy's I said, "Your mother made a few mistakes along the way and she knows it better than any of us. It won't be easy, but you have to find a way to forgive her."

"Mom said she was putting herself first instead of her children and husband while her husband was putting everyone else first. Have you forgiven her?"

"When did you get so smart? No I haven't and Ted being a pedophile just makes things harder. I know I have to forgive her and I can't move my relationship with Amy forward until I do. Amy still has issues with her ex so we're kind of in the same boat."

Amy saw the look on my daughters face and pulled her in for a big hug and my daughter started sobbing again. My youngest looked on, knowing something happened but not sure if she wanted to know.

After my daughter finally released Amy, she headed into the bathroom and sent a text to me suggesting that the girls spend the night with her. I texted Katherine who thought it would be a good idea. When I suggested it to the girls they squealed with joy. I volunteered to go back to me place to get the list of things the girls needed. Amy enlisted the girls' help in making dinner.

Katherine was still sitting in the living room and staring into space.

"What are you doing Kate," I asked.

"Wondering when I became a horrible wife, when did I become a horrible mother and when did I become such a horrible person. You hate me, our oldest hates me and by tomorrow morning our youngest will hate me too, and all that hatred has been well earned."

Kate was drinking coffee or tea and had the caffeine jitters.

"Have you eaten anything today Kate?"

She shook her head no, I told her I was making her an omelet and when It was done I felt like I was leading a catatonic patient around.

"We need to do something here Kate," I said as she slowly ate. "You're showing signs of deep depression and I don't blame you but your daughters still need you. Find some counseling, whatever you need to do to put our daughters first."

"You're right Jack, I'll be better tomorrow when you get back with the girls. I am sure they were overjoyed getting to sleep over Amy's."

"Kate, we'll make this right with the girls. It's a shock on top of a bunch of shocks for you and them but we'll get through it." I was rubbing Kate's shoulders as she ate, like she rubbed mine the week before, as we use to do frequently when we were married. I swore I would never touch her again but here I was picking up the pieces of her mess.

Kate finished the omelet and said she was going to take a shower and then go to bed early. I went back to Amy's and found Amy sitting between my two girls, all three of them had been crying. The four of us ended in a group hug as the timer beeped signaling dinner was done.

Over dinner, my oldest said, "Why can't we just stay here, I don't want to go back to my mother's. All she cared about was Ted, not me and my sister."

"That reminds me of when you guys didn't want to stay with me in my shitty little apartment."

That was harsh and the look on Amy's face let me know she was pissed.

"I'm sorry, I should not have said that hon, please forgive me. This has been hard on all of us. Ted was certainly occupying a lot of your mother's attention and she knows it was wrong and she is suffering for it. I am very concerned about your mother right now, she is very depressed and it scares me. When I went back to the apartment she was sitting in the exact same spot she was when I left, staring off into the distance. I don't have a clue on what we should do here but if you guys shut your mother out right now it will just send her into a deeper depression."

My youngest said, "We learned about depression in school and how it could lead to suicide. Do you think mom will try to kill herself?" And then she burst into tears.

The four of us ended up in another group hug.

"I'm going to try and get your mother to seek help, in the meantime I need you guys to show her some love. She may have made some mistakes but she also made the phone call to get you guys away from the mess stateside and here where you're safe."

Katherine and the girls all started counseling, sometimes solo and sometimes in a group. Sometimes it looked like it was helping and other times I wasn't so sure. I joined them occasionally, usually at one of the girls request. My oldest had begun calling her mother Kate and sometimes Katherine when she was angry.

Amy and I were having serious discussions about us, she understood the girls' needs but had her own. I started spending more and more nights at her house and the girls slept over most weekends. I didn't think Katherine's alone time on the weekends was helping her. Amy started planning Saturday trips to some of the scenic things in England, starting with Stonehenge. Amy usually invited Katherine along and she did join us most of the time.

My youngest seemed to get along with Kate better than our oldest. The four of us were at a counseling session when my oldest asked Kate whether Ted was really interested in her or her daughters, after all, what would a pedophile see in a middle aged woman. Katherine fled the room in tears. It was after midnight before Katherine returned to our apartment.

"I can't keep doing this Jack, every time I think I'm making progress with our oldest she stabs another knife in my heart. Our youngest pretends she's ok but hasn't said she loves me since she found out about my affair with Ted."

"What can I do to help Kate?"

"Rewind the clock, go back in time. I'm hoping in time they'll forgive me. Fuck you haven't yet and you've know about Ted way longer than they have. Every morning I tell myself today will be better and somedays I think we're making progress and then we have another day like today."

I wanted to hold her but she was right, I haven't forgiven her and as I see my daughters struggle I grew to hate her more.

As the girls drifted away from their mother, they drifted closer to Amy. If the weather was nasty, they would spend the day in the kitchen together making some traditional English foods. The girls were much more open to try new things then I was. On one of those nights where the two girls, Amy and myself were eating something called Cullen Skink, my youngest asked Amy if she had any children. Amy I never discussed it.

"My husband and I were at a party, there was a lot of drinking going on but he was supposed to stay sober because he was driving. He didn't and I was also too drunk to notice. He ended up hitting a tree and I almost died, I survived but lost my baby factory. And that led to our divorce, he couldn't accept that we could never have children and I could not forgive him for getting drunk in the first place when he promised me he that he wouldn't drink."

Amy was crying when she finished and we were all hugging her.

When the girls weren't there, Amy and I were enjoying her masturbation kink. She was so loud we could never do anything with the girls there so I finally bought her a ball gag which started a whole bondage kink. Amy discovered she liked being tied up, especially if it was in any other room besides the bedroom and I enjoyed fucking her in any room, either with my cock or the collection of dildos that kept appearing in her bedside table. Since she was tied to the kitchen counter with a ball gag in her mouth, she could not stop my assault on her ass. Amy knew what was coming as I worked some lube into her ass with my fingers and then a butt plug I had bought. As her ass adjusted to the butt plug, I started fucking her cunt but stopping before she could come. It was hard to hear what she was saying through the ball gag but I was sure she was threatening me with death if I didn't let her come. I pulled out the butt plug and pushed my cock into her ass and felt her shudder. Now it sounded like 'oh my god' coming through the ball gag.

Anal became a routine part of our sex games whether she was bound or not. Amy wasn't that into physical pain although she enjoyed getting her ass spanked. I liked leaving her tied somewhere, the kitchen was my favorite, sometimes I would tie her to the kitchen table and leave her there for a half hour with the butt plug in her ass. A gentle touch of her clit would have her squirting on the kitchen floor. There was nothing she was unwilling to try and we were fucking like a couple of teenagers.

But the situation with Kate and the girls was not sustaining any improvement. We were out to dinner celebrating my oldest turning 16. My oldest was opening presents, first from her sister, than mine, then Katherine's and finally from Amy. My oldest gushed over Amy's present, she was happy with all the presents but Amy had picked her up an antique charm bracelet that sent my daughter over the edge.

"You're a better mother than I am Amy," Katherine said. There was a hush around the table and I knew we were at the end of whatever we were doing. I walked them home and Kate asked me to sit on the steps after the girls went inside.

"I give up Jack, I'm going to return to the states but I want to leave the girls with you. We can find whatever England calls a lawyer to transfer primary custody to you or I'll take care of it when I get stateside."

"I'm not sure how the girls will react to that. Is there anything I can do to help your relationship with them?"

"They have Amy, I'm sure they won't care. But it's not just the girls Jack, I know Amy invites me along to help with my relationship with the girls but I see the two of you together and its just another reminder how much I fucked up my life or fucked up all our lives. We should talk about what that would look like, where will you guys live. You could take back this apartment if Amy is willing to move, the four of you in her place may be a little crowded. As soon as I get on my feet I'll start helping financially. I'd like to leave in two weeks so I can find a teaching position."

I was silent, I knew most of what she said was right as far as the girls was concerned.

Finally I said, "okay."

"One more thing Jack, we'll need to sit down with the girls but I would prefer if Amy wasn't there. I know she'll pick up the broken pieces I'm leaving behind but I would rather not watch."

Kate was crying and I pulled her in for a hug. As I held her I realized I didn't hate her anymore. My hate wasn't doing me any good and Katherine was full of self-loathing.

Amy saw my tear stained shirt when I walked in.

"I'm assuming those are Kate's tears, let me get you a glass of scotch and we can sit in the kitchen."

We sat at the kitchen table and I told Amy everything, she didn't seemed surprised at all.

"I've seen the way Kate looks at you when the two of us are talking and the way she looks at me when I'm interacting with the girls. Sometimes I try and rein myself in but it's not who I am. Are you okay with her leaving."

"Kate is miserable, two years ago I was miserable and left the states to come to London. I didn't even give her any say in the matter, so how can I say no to her? Especially since it may be the best thing for all of us. Do you have any thoughts on where we should live, assuming you want to live with me and the girls."

"Jack, if you even suggest again that I wouldn't want to live with you and the girls... I'm not even going to speak such a horrible thought out loud. For even suggesting it this time, I am going to have to demand another present, not another little black dress but a ring, I'm thinking a diamond ring and maybe a gold band to go with it."

"Yes Amy, I'll marry you since you asked so nicely."

"Good, now lets go to bed and fuck."