Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

Pierre

"Ok. Let's get started. First of all, I cannot just keep calling you 'Pervert'. What the hell is your name?" I asked the newly Juiced pervert.

"Pierre." He answered placidly.

"Ok. Pierre. Your son over there was supposed to bring you back his daughter, and you were going to, and I quote, 'marry her'. What the entire fuck is that all about?". There was rage in my voice all the sudden at the very thought. I wanted to take him outside and toss him headfirst off the porch, adding extra impetus toward the ground.

He looked confused, so I made the question simpler "Why do you want Nakoma?"

"Because. She is nearly thirteen. It is time." Pierre replied in an 'isn't it obvious' kind of way.

Morgan exploded on that one. "Pierre. You stupid ... ass: Nakoma is nearly fifteen. Jesus! Not that being slightly older but still underage helps in any way. Why do you want her?"

Wow. Morgan is pissed. Not that I blame her. I think the two of us could add enough airspeed on a downward throw over the railing it would be like hitting the ground from more than three stories up. Headfirst, that should kill him.

"I ... I always want that. She's nearly fifteen? That's too old... Does she look like a woman already? No, No..." Pierre looked horrified. Juiced horrified.

Even as Pierre made his situation worse, I controlled my temper, and I could see Morgan doing the same.

"Are you saying that you only like to have sex with underage women. Little girls??" I asked, as evenly as I could. I did not fully succeed.

"They are not underage... That is when they are in their prime..." Pierre answered.

Oh, gods... I pointed at Andrea. "How old was his mother when he was born?"

Pierre looked puzzled. "I don't remember exactly."

"Was she thirteen?" I asked.

"Maybe." Pierre admitted.

Morgan asked, "Was she twelve?"

Pierre looked pained as he tried to remember. "Maybe."

It is now everything I can do to control myself. Fists clenched. I felt myself turn beet red in the face. Morgan took one look at me and took over the questions while I took deep breaths. Morgan is all about control, though given her language recently it seems she has lost some of that.

I normally have world-class control these days. I HAVE to. It turns out I have a button one can press and get right by that control: Threaten a child, and I about lose it. I suppose it is because, as a dad, I can all to easily see some creep trying to do this kind of thing with one of my girls. What am I thinking? They tried this with Nakoma. She IS one of my girls. It is not always about blood. I think I would feel this way about ANY child.

Morgan looked over at Andrea. "Andrea. Sit on the couch. Stay there. Do not move.'

"Ok." he replied and did as he was told. There is a struggle going on in his face. I decided to Juice him again while Morgan talked to the Pervert.

"Give me your arm, Andrea." I instructed. Sigh. At least he bathes. While Morgan talked to Pierre I said to him quietly "Stay as you are. Remember none of this. Wait for either her or I to tell you what to do."

"OK". He said in the same low voice I was using.

"Why do you like little girls, Pierre?" Morgan asked

"I don't know. We all do." He answered like that is a dumb question.

"Who is 'we all' in that sentence?" Morgan pursued.