Amy: Dr. Richards' Littles 2
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“I know your secret, baby girl!” Carrie reread the message line of the email that had just appeared on her private email. Deciding that it was probably just a scam of some kind, Carrie clicked the delete button. Five minutes later, biting her lower lip between her teeth in a nervous gesture, Carrie clicked on the trash icon in her email to pull the message back to her inbox. Should she open it or not? It was the baby girl reference that was worrying her. Just over a year ago, Carrie had accidentally opened a site on the internet that had lots of pictures of adults dressed as children. They were all carefully attended by “mommies and daddies” that loved them. That first time, she’d quickly clicked off from that site but over the last few months, Carrie had gone back frequently.
Working as a lawyer in an exclusive downtown firm, Carrie was used to making decisions, not only for herself, but also her clients. The pressure of all the responsibility that came with her position was often intense. Peoples’ lives and their futures depended on her. What would it feel like to give complete control to someone else? It sounded like heaven to Carrie.
Holding her breath, Carrie clicked on the email to open it up. She scanned the email quickly and then shakily read it again carefully. She was horrified and utterly fascinated at the same time.
Dear Carrie,
Sweetheart, I know you are reading this email with both excitement and dismay. Let me introduce myself. I am an entrepreneur here in our city. I’ve located you through sophisticated tracking software that I attached to a website you’ve visited often over the last few months. My goal is simple. I’m looking for a companion just like you who is drawn to a certain lifestyle. I guarantee you that I will protect your privacy and reveal to no one your interest in being a special young lady to a specific type of caring adult. I only ask that you meet me so we can determine if our personal tastes and interests would complement each other.
Your brilliant mind will quickly think of how to discount this message so let me give you the names of several personal references that you already know. Please ask them about me. They know nothing about our interests. They will give you an insight into our mutual professional and business relationships. I will email in two days so that we can set up a meeting in a location of your choosing. I am eager to meet you and hope you will soon decide to fill a void in my life as my special baby girl.
The email ended with a name very familiar to Carrie. Thomas Covington was a prominent member of her home town’s business and industry. He had made his mark in the Information Technology field working with the largest corporations and companies in the bustling city. Thomas, known for his philanthropic generosity and support, was a very handsome man in his early 40s. Carrie quickly opened a new window and googled him for more details. Thomas grinned back at her from the publicity photo of a recent charity event. Dressed in a jet black tux and jaunty bow tie, Carrie felt her pulse quicken as she studied his athletic build.
She quickly opened the other two documents that Thomas Covington had attached. One, as promised, was a list of very reputable people that Carrie knew well: a judge, a diplomat, and even one of her law professors from college, among a select group of others. The other document was Thomas’ current curriculum vitae. His whole background was laid out in front of her in concise detail. Thomas wasn’t trying to hide anything about himself. It appeared that he really wanted Carrie to investigate him. “Okay, Mr. Thomas Covington,” Carrie muttered to herself aloud, “I’ll bite. Let’s see what I can find out about you that doesn’t appear on your pristine documents.”
Accessing her professional resources, Carrie searched for obvious flaws like a criminal background and any whispers of perversion on social sites. Carrie contacted not just one person on the list but most of them, casually requesting information about Thomas Covington. Over the next two days, she pried into dark corners and looked under proverbial stones trying to find negative information about Thomas. “Nothing!” Carrie was amazed. Everyone had some skeleton in their closet. “Can Thomas really be as upstanding as his background information indicates?”
When the next message appeared, Carrie opened it immediately. “You’ve been a very busy Little girl, Carrie,” the message read. “I hope you’ve discovered information that reassures you. I’m very eager to meet with you in person. Would you like to meet for dinner? We have a lot to discuss. I think you’d probably be more comfortable speaking in private. Have you learned enough about me to trust me if I suggest dinner at my home?”
Carrie immediately replied. “Thomas, I also think that privacy is important. My suggestion would be that we have dinner at my home. Are you free on Wednesday evening at 6?” Carrie clicked the send button. She’d meet with Thomas. She was very intrigued to hear what he would propose but Carrie wanted to do it on her own turf. She received an immediate reply to her email confirming that Thomas would arrive promptly at 6.
Find out what happens when a cautious lawyer takes a chance on finding the Daddy of her dreams. Read Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3.
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[BB1]Reference to her age as was established when she arrived and Doris checked her identity and age on her identification card
[BB2]Zoey is introduced as having brown hair on the book where she meets Dr. Richards.