It had been weeks before she had been assigned into the loving care of Marge Madison and her husband Buck. The couple had been on the waiting list for a foster child for several years and with good reason. They wanted a white child and those were in high demand across the United States. Marge and Buck were not well off, and they lived in a low income housing project in Kansas. At a glance, one could see that they were your typical run of the mill white trash couple. Yet they had waited patiently and had provided DYFS with sufficient evidence that they could sustain a decent standard of living (such as it was) and raise a child.

What DYFS did not know was the circumstances under which Marge and Buck met. The two had met in a private chat room online back in 1998 and had discovered that they shared a common interest - a special kind of interest. It wasn't long before the two had learned that they lived in almost the same geographic area, After several online conversations, things went pretty quickly from there. The shotgun wedding, the modest living conditions, and low income housing were adequate for their needs. They didn't need to be well off. They had each other - and a plan.

Marge and Buck were both fat and looked to be in their late 40's or early 50's. Buck had greying hair and ugly wrinkles on his face and it looked as if he had been a heavy drinker. Marge was equally unattactive. She had an ugly wart on her left cheek and was even more obese than Buck. However, they had spend years preparing for the arrival of a little girl. They purchased pretty clothes and plenty of toys and had lots of games to make little Rebecca happy in her new home. When she finally arrived, the custody official / case worker gave each of them a firm handshake and thanked them for being patient and willing parents. Marge and Buck responded in kind, then ushered little Rebecca into the house and closed the door. It was a one story house with a central living room, a small kitchen, and a hallway that led to three bedrooms in the back. There was only one full bathroom and it was next to the bedrooms.

The house wasn't the cleanest. The walls were in drastic need of new paint and it was somewhat dusty with and old beat up rug that passed for the living room floor. An old TV set with an antenna sat on a small rack in the center of the room and was connected to an equally old VCR that still worked. There was a computer with basic dial up connection in the parent's bedroom, but that was kept out of site. The living room was furnished with an old jaded green couch and a few simple cushion chairs. Marge and Buck however, made up for the dim demenor of the house with their cheerful dispositions. They were very generous and kind to little Rebecca from the get go. They immediatley lavished her with new and fascinating toys and plenty of attention. Coming from the home of a drug addict, Rebecca was no stranger to low class surroundings and living conditions. It wasn't long before she felt right at home. Marge and Buck were careful not to shower her with hugs and kisses. They wanted little Rebecca to feel comfortable.

"Isn't she just adorable honey?" Cheered Marge as she stared at the little girl. "Say hello to your new daddy 'Buck' sweetie."

Rebecca just stared at her new parents. They were very big and intimidating at first. The cute little tart was wearing a modest pair of shorts and a flowery pink t-shirt with short sleaves. She wore a cheap pair of sneakers with old worn out socks. She said nothing, yet indicated a certain level of curiosity in her new surroundings.

"That's OK darlin' you don't have to say hello, I know yer nervous." Stated Buck in a sypathethtic tone. "Would ya like to play with some toys? We got a whole bunch of um' for ya."

Rebecca's eyes suddenly brightened. She liked toys.

"ok." she stammered shyly and managed a smile. ......(cont)