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 I don't usually write as Psycho/Sociopaths, but not because I can't.  These
are All Ages, but progressive, starting just out of diapers, then advancing
as the Pro/Antagonist age...

   I've also got music playing in the background, which I tried to work in
as unobtrusively as possible.  Starting with Elvis Costello - Invasion
Hit-parade (Mighty like a Rose.)

   Jeremy (mg Nepi Stalk Mole Pred.)

   What's this?  Just cutting through an alley, between back yards in the
neighborhood.  At first, I heard her splashing, and laughing in the kiddie
pool.  Cheap blue/green plastic thing, it's not like a poor neighborhood,
but mixed.  Old houses, some of them run down, and I could tell by the
color of her skin she was Mexican, or some other kind of Latina.  What
caught my eye was she was completely naked, except for her long black hair
slicked down over the deep tan bubbles of her bottom.  Splashing down to
sit, and splash the water with her hands.

   I never thought of myself like a child molester, but seeing her alone in
the yard.  I just wanted to get a closer look, but at first I just peaked
over the low fence, and watched.  Waiting for her to stand up again, but
where was her mother?  She really just left her alone, naked like this, in
broad daylight?  What if someone saw her, and decided to take advantage of
her?  But she didn't, just kept splashing the water, and it was a hot day.
Must do it a lot, because she didn't have any tan-lines, or anything.  Her
cute round cheeks the same color as her arms, and chubby little legs.  I
wondered how old she was, to be left alone like this.

   Her mother could come out any minute, or be watching from the windows,
or just look out and see me there.  Despite the danger, I tried to keep my
head low, but I couldn't look away.  I watched her, as long as I could, and
played with my hardon in my shorts.  Couldn't be much more than a baby, I
knew right away it was sick, looking at her.  Watching her, and getting
hard, but I couldn't stop.  I was hooked, right away, and before I knew it,
I was bursting in my shorts.

   "Uh?" I guess that broke the spell, because then I run off, ashamed of
myself, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I kept going back.  In
the hopes she'd let her out again, to play in the kiddy pool, naked again.
So I could see it, but I just had to close my eyes.  Couldn't get the image
out of my head, when I was trying to sleep.  So, I jerked off, thinking
about it.  Remembering her wet little ass, and wishing she turned around,
so I could see the front.

   She did play in the yard, a lot.  She had brothers, and sisters, I
think. Or maybe older kids from the neighborhood, but I never saw her
mother, for weeks.  Or her naked, she had clothes on, and ran around with
the other kids, so I kept walking.  It must have been a fluke, being left
alone like that, and deciding to take off her clothes so they don't get
wet. Kids, they do that sometimes, but I just wanted to see her again. 
Good thing school was out, cause it was driving me nuts!  Jr High, so I
must've been 12, or 13.  I forget what summer it was, but kind of pitiful.
For a first time, I'm ashamed to admit what happened, but I didn't know
what to do.  I certainly couldn't talk to anyone about it.  Peeping at a
little girl, little more than a baby, and jerking off, thinking about it.
Made me feel like some kind of loser.

   Before that, I guess it was just normal stuff.  You know, tits, porn, I
knew guys that could get some, but it's not like we circle jerked.  I just
thought about it, or got some underwear adds to look at in the bathroom. 
Or drew, tits, but then.  I started drawing her.  Or girls like her, really
really little girls, naked, and spreading their legs so I can see their
pussies.  I still hadn't seen her pussy, so I didn't know what to draw.  I
drew my dick in there, to cover it up, but that was the hottest thing ever,
and I burst in my pants without even touching it.  I mean, I felt it, tight
in my underwear, but my hands were busy, drawing it.  That was so sick, and
then whenever I had a chance to jerk off, I just had to pull the picture
out.

   I didn't care if she didn't have titties.  We watched a movie, in a
friend's basement, and I didn't even get hard.  She had titties, and was
taking a big one hard from behind, so they flopped around, but that didn't
do it.  It wasn't what I wanted to see any more, it was kind of funny even.
How the other boys was all uncomfortable, or had to "Go to the bathroom."
Right.  Whatever, I watched the whole thing, and for the first time I saw
how stupid it really was.  Porn, nobody really talks like that, it's just
an excuse to get on with the fucking.  The problem with that is I have no
idea how they really do it.  Talk to a girl, so she wants to fuck.  Just
this stupid fantasy bullshit.

   Finally, she was alone.  In the back yard, playing with trucks, or
whatever.  "Hey," I got brave enough to say something through the fence.  I
was excited, now was my chance, and I wasn't going to pass it up.  To just
go back to thinking about it, like a loser.  I had to say something.  "Uh,"
doesn't matter if it's something smart.  She stopped, looked at me with
those big dark eyes, and let go of the dumptruck she was pouring dirt out
of.  "What happened to your pool?" It was broken, tore open on the sides by
the older kids, jumping on it, and cramming to many in.  Fighting, and
yelling at eachother in Spanish.  "You speak English?"

   "Pool." She pointed.  Cood, but she put her hands down, and got up so I
could see her underpants under her skirt.  Just a flash, but I was hard as
a nail, and gripped the top of her fence.

   "Yeah, pool broken."

   "Broke pool." She toddled over to the fence.  So I had to stand up, and
look down over it.  If it wasn't there, she would be right in front of my
hard little dick.  All right, it's not like I was a porn star, I can't even
say if it was small for my age, it's not like we whipped them out, and
measured them, or I looked at other boys, like that.  I'm not a fag.

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "It's a hot day, don't you feel hot?" I just wanted
to find a hole, and shoot through it in her cute little face.  "Where's
your mama?"

   She smiled, "Mama!" And pointed at the house.

   "Yeah, your mama lets you play by yourself, cause your a big girl, huh?"
She just looked up.  Her hands were filthy from playing in the dirt, and
her dress too, where she sat on it.  "Oh, look," I pointed, "Your clothes
are dirty.  You better take them off."

   She just looked at me, and what the hell was I saying?

   "Uh," stupid, "I'm Jeremy, what's your name?"

   "Thophy."

   "Sophie?" She nodded.  "Is that short for Sophia?" She blinked.  "You're
a very pretty girl, Sophie.  Did anyone ever tell you that?" She shook her
head.  "Well, you are.  A very pretty girl." Why is this so hard?  "You
like that?"

   "Thophie."

   "How old are you Sophie?  Are you three?  Four?  You look four, like a
big girl, not a little baby." I didn't know what to say, and not like she
cared, but at least I was talking to her.  "You want to play with me?" I
sure wanted to play with her.  I looked up at the house, but I got my arms
over the fence.  "Here," I flapped my hands at her, "Come play with me. 
Come on, it'll be fun!" She finally reached up, so I could grab her hands,
and pull her over.  She laughed, sort of.  I think it was a laugh, but I
just held her on my waist, and ran.  She kept laughing, so I guess she
liked it.

   I didn't know where to go, but I sure wasn't hanging around behind her
house to get caught.  Not knowing what I was going to do, I knew what I
wanted to do.  I was going to molest her.  I didn't know if I was going to
get another chance, or go to jail, but I knew I had to do it, now when I
could.  I just had to think of a way to talk her into it.  Not like I
hadn't thought about it.  What to say, if I ever got the chance, but it was
too late now.  I done took her, I was a kidnapper at least, so might as
well go for broke.  Get some pussy out of it, instead of wasting my one
shot.  I didn't think I'd get a third chance.

   "I got to pee." I set her down.  Behind this garage, that stuck out the
fence, and the other fence across from it was high so they wouldn't see
over it, if I stayed down low.  Sophie was down low, she was so short, and
I was right.  Her face was right in front of my dick, but I lied.  I didn't
have to pee, and I was to hard to anyway.  She pointed right at it. 
"Yeah," I wagged it at her, "You like it?  It's my favorite toy, but you
can play with it, if you like." She touched it!  I almost burst right then,
but she didn't know how to jerk me off, of course.  She just kind of played
with it, like a stick, I guess.

   "Yeah," I was just so happy she was touching it.  She was finally
playing with it, and she liked it!  "Here," I took her fat little hands,
"Like this," and wrapped them up like a fist around it.  She just stared,
but grinned wide eyed while the skin slipped back and forth in our hands.
"Yeah, oh yeah.  Ngh, fuck!"

   "Phugh!"

   She blinked, then turned away from it bursting out, but I closed my
eyes, and just remembered the slimy mess, sticking to her face.

   "Uh!?" She grunted, and let go.

   "Huh, huh!" She wiped it out of her eye, but I was done, and zipped up
my pants.  That was the best one ever!  But for once, I didn't want to
stop. I wanted to make the most of this one chance while I had it.  So,
"Eat it." I took her hands, "Go ahead, it's yummy, you'll like it."

   "Pee pee!" She made a face.  On my knees now, I held up her sticky
fingers, and licked them.

   "See?  Mm." I thought it would be gross.  "Mmh!" I sucked her fingers
good.  I was lying, but when I tasted it, it was the truth.  I did kinda
like it.  "Well, if you don't want it," I picked up her other hand, but she
tried it.  She touched it with her fingers on her face first, but then she
licked her fingers, and sucked on them.  And smiled around it.  "You like
it?" She nodded.  "Yeah, toldja it was yummy." She kept nodding, and
sucking her fingers.  3 of them.

   That was so sexy, I just grabbed her skirt, and pulled the short little
dress up.  It's like I didn't even do it, it just happened.  I was as
surprised as anyone, but then I saw her fat little tummy, and dirty
underpants.  Not like pissy, or crappy, just from sitting in the dirt, but
my hands pulled them right down, and I saw it.  Her pussy, and it was the
most beautiful thing I ever seen.  She finished pulling her dress off, but
I just looked at her.  Her panties pulled down to her shoes, and held onto
her sides so she held still.  So I could really see it, and remember
exactly how it looked so I could draw it again later.  Then, my hands took
over again, and started touching her.

   I don't know how long, I just sat there in the dirt, watching my hands
touch her.  It stuck out a lot, I was surprised.  Her fat little pussy, I
didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything, but it was better then
jerking off with her hands.  I just touched her, and rubbed her, and pulled
her fat little pussy open to touch inside with my finger.  But I didn't
fuck it in, that time.  I don't know why, but I was happy just to sit
there, and feel how warm she was inside, and rub it back and forth.  Until
somebody yelled, and I saw some kids running up the alley.  I ran away, at
least I zipped up my pants before I got her naked, and started molesting
her, but I got away.

   It was stupid to go back.  I almost got caught the first time.  They saw
me, touching her naked in the alley, but I couldn't stop myself.  I was in
love, it made me crazy, and stupid, so I went back.  For another chance
just to see Sophie again.  I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do if I
got another chance.  But of course, her mother wouldn't let her out alone
again, right?  Surely they told her, what happened.  And I told her my
name!?  How could I be so stupid?  The kids knew what I looked like too,
and what if they saw me?  They could call the police.

   But I deserved it.  I'm a child molestor, even if I only ever did it
that one time.  Just like stealing makes you a thief, or lying makes you a
liar.  I molested her, but she liked it.  She didn't cry or anything, and
she even liked my cum, so it's not like I hurt her.  Or scared her, she
probably forgot all about it anyway, but I hoped she didn't.  I hope she
remembers, her first time.  I'm glad she knows my name, so she can remember
it, when she thinks about me, and falls asleep to dream about me.  I think
she loves me too.

   ;

   Jeremy (Bg Nepi Mole, Rape, Snuf.)

   "Hey, Sophie." She turned around.  "Your mama let you out again?"

   "Mama." She turned back to point.  "Phugh."

   "What?" She toddled over to the fence.

   "Mama phugh.  Guillermo." She pointed, and nodded.

   "Fuck?" She nodded.  "Your mama is fucking, Guillermo?" I guess that
explained it.  I'm not racist, but Latinas.  I'm not going to say they all
cheated on their boyfriends, or husbands, but that's why she put Sophie out
in the yard.  To fuck her lover, so she wouldn't see it.  I guess, didn't
really talk to her about it, but that's the best I could figure.  "You
remember me?"

   "You fug."

   "Yeah, you want to go play with me, again?"

   "Go fug."

   "Yeah, come on." I pulled her over the fence, but this time, I carried
her back to the garage.  Instead of running, I walked so I could enjoy the
feel of her nice round butt in my hands.  "You remember my name, Sophia?"
She looked at me, shook her head.  "Jeremy.  Can you say Jeremy?"

   "Gewamy."

   "Yeah, I'm Jeremy." I didn't want to give her a fake name.  I decided, I
want her to love me, not some fake me.  Forget the risk, so what if she
says something?  I'm not the only Jeremy, there's lots of them, it's not
like that's enough to track me down, or I'm not risking everything by
coming back to the scene of the crime, but I have to.  "I love you,
Sophie."

   "I wove you do."

   "Oh!" I can't believe I never kissed her before.  I thought about it,
dreamed about it a lot, even before I molested her, or knew her name.  It
was messy, she wasn't a very good kisser, it was like a little girl kiss,
but I loved it, so much.  My first kiss, my first love.  I know she's
young, but I loved her, and she loved me.

   And I got the lock off the garage.  I don't think anybody lived there,
or if they did, they were gone during the day, but it was empty.  And
private, so nobody would catch us together this time.  "Pee pee." She
pointed, right away, as soon as I set her down.  It was a padlock, and I
didn't have any bolt-cutters for that, but the hinge was just screwed into
the side.  So, I just had to bring a screwdriver when I came back, which
was a lot.  "Lets get inside first." I pulled out the door, it folded up,
but not all the way.  I just pulled it out enough for her to go in the
side, and crawled in after her, then pulled it shut behind me.

   It was dark in there, but I didn't have to see her.  I just had to close
my eyes, I drew her pussy so many times, and her face was inside my
eyelids, forever after that.  The first time, smiling up at me, big brown
eyes wide, right before it burst out in her face.  But she liked it.  Her
first facial, her first taste of cum, and mine too.  I always ate it after
that.  And she asked for it, right away, the next chance she got.  I was
happy to give it to her, even if I couldn't really see it, but she sucked
me off.  I didn't even have to tell her to, I thought about it, but as soon
as I put her hands in my pants, she pulled it out, and then next thing I
felt was it going in her mouth.

   "Uh!" It just surprised me.  So much as soon as I felt that, it burst
right out, and she swallowed it.  I could tell, from feeling her little
pink tongue, pulling under it, sucking me dry.

   "Mm!" She nodded, and it flopped out.  "Yummy pee." She wiped her face,
and sucked on her fingers.

   "It's not pee," I told her, "Here, let me take your clothes off." Shorts
this time, but I got the button undone, and she pulled her shirt off all by
herself.  There was a little light, under the door, and a filthy window on
the side, but it wasn't real bright.  I turned her, and moved her over, so
I could see her naked, and helped her out of her shorts.  I had to take her
shoes off, but she squeezed her hands between her legs.  She touched
herself!  I was so happy, she learned to do that from me, and I know she
thought about me, touching herself.  Until I came back, she wanted me.  To
come back, and touch her again.

   I moved her hands, I did it this time.  It wasn't like the first time,
watching my hands molest her.  It was me, and she liked it.  I made her
feel good, and licked my fingers to get her wet, and "Here, lay down." I
put her clothes down, so she didn't have to lay naked in the dirt, but she
spread her soft fat smooth tan legs in the dark.  I couldn't see, shadowed
in the the light from the door, but I knew this was what I wanted to do, if
I ever got the chance.  I kissed her pussy, and slipped my tongue through
her fat soft smooth lips.

   She didn't have a clit?  If she did,I couldn't find it in the dark, but
she giggled.  She laughed, and wiggled, while I licked up and down.  I
don't know if she cummed, or if a girl can, that young.  Or how if she
clould, but I wanted to.  Get her off, but she liked it.  She really did.
That's all I wanted to do, was make her feel good.  Make her cum, like I
did, taste it, and show her how much I love her.

   I didn't want to hurt her.  I never wanted to hurt her, but again, it
wasn't like me.  At all, I felt helpless this time.  I couldn't stop, as
soon as I felt my picky inside her, but she screamed.  Then it turned into
a nightmare.

   "SHHH!" I covered her mouth, but she kept crying, and screaming in my
hand.  I should have stopped, I wanted to, but my finger popped out,
bloody. Long enough to stick a bigger finger in her, and fuck her with it,
as hard as I could.

   What's wrong with me?  I raped her?  It's hard to believe, it's like a
nightmare, still just thinking about it, but as soon as she started
screaming, I got mad, and I couldn't stop!

   I got hard again, raping her with my fingers.  2 of them, I can't
believe I got 2 in her in the first place, but I was mad, I smelled blood,
and I got hard again, hurting her.

   Then I was inside her.  She was hot, and sticky, didn't even really feel
wet, but I didn't stop.  I couldn't stop, I raped her so hard, and I wished
it was over.  Like the first time she jerked me off, and sucked me off, or
whenever I burst in my pants watching her play in the pool, but it seemed
to go on forever.

   She stopped struggling, and crying.  I think she passed out, or I
knocked her out?  I don't know.

   "Oh god." I stopped.  "What have I done?" I let go of her neck.  That's
when I knew, I realized I was choking her too late.  It was already over. I
just held her until I could stop crying.

   I never wanted that to happen.  I loved her, but now she was dead.  Now
I was worse then a molester, I was a raper, and a killer.  I belonged in
prison, but I didn't want to go.  So, I ran away, I dressed up her body
first, but I left her, like she was sleeping, on the dirt floor of the
garage.  She deserved better, but it's not like she deserved to die.  She
loved me, and I killed her.  I'm a monster, I cried the whole time, but by
then it was too late.

   I could never love again.

   ;

   Kayleigh (Gb NS Talk)

   She turned off the radio.

   "Hey, I like that song!" Sounded kind of like Reggae.  If that's how you
spell it, I guess I can look it up later.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, you know who it was?" Oldies station, she always listened to.  In
the car, since it don't got a tape or CD player.

   "Elvis Costello," {Watching the Detectives} "but we need to talk."

   "Oh mom," I just looked out the window.  At nothing, houses going bye,
parents walking their kids to school.

   "I know you've been depressed lately." Slow, school traffic.

   "Well," I don't want to talk about it, "It's just a phase." Isn't that
what they call it?

   "Well," she rubbed my shoulder, "I worry about you."

   "Well don't." I got out.  Fresh air.

   "Oh," She stopped, "Well I won't be here to pick you up, this
afternoon."

   I held the door.  "Okay?"

   "Meeting with a new customer," Good, I hope it's a man.  "So, you'll
have to take the bus, all right?" About time she remarried.

   "Uh!" I'm 10 years old!  "I guess."

   "Just stay safe, all right?"

   "Okay mom," I closed the door, "I got to go."

   There was this boy, always rode the bus, but I caught up with him on the
way in.

   "Hey." He looks like he wants to run, but can't.  "Georgie, right?" He
always looks like that.  "Or do you prefer George?"

   "George is fine." I followed him in the lunch room.  Breakfast, but I
sat down, and he scooted away.

   "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

   "Of course not," he shook his head, but he wouldn't look at me.  Like
the other girls, he looks at them, but not when they're looking.  He looks
away, when they look back, but he doesn't look at me.  It's okay, I'm used
to it.  I know, I'm fat.  And you know?  I don't care.  Fuck you and your
body standards.  I could be skinny, and pretty, and for what?  For the 6th
graders to get all horndog, and follow me around, try to hit on me?  Fuck
that, I'd rather be fat, and left alone at least until high school.

   "Your scared of girls." Good.

   "No'm not."

   "And your a shitty liar.  Here." I got out my compact.  Not like I use
it, they gave me one.  One of the girls brought them in, passed them around
the rest of the class.  Part of my indoctrination into their consumer
culture, forgot I had it in my bookbag, but it had a Mirror.  And Mary Kay
on the back.  "I'm Kay." I rolled my eyes.  My mom, she's the worst.  I
guess I kept it to make her jealous, or whatever.  She's selling Avon, and
all.  Pre-teen shit, it's a boring life, got to do something.

   "So?" He looked away.

   "So, you're scared of me.  Don't try to hide it, because you can't.  I
was just wondering why your scared of girls so much?"

   "You're goth."

   I laughed, "No'm not?  Why, because I wear black?" pulled out my shirt,
"It's just a color, it's not like I listen to the Cure, or cut myself, and
shit.  It's not an excuse to be afraid of me."

   "Black's not a color, it's the absence of color." Real nerdy, though.

   "Right," at least he's talking to me now, "Fine, whatever, but to be
honest I like it because it's low maintenance."

   "And it matches your hair."

   "Yeah, it matches everything.  Uh!  I guess it's a kind of protest
against the whole, Fashion plate, girl sexist bullshit they try to shove
down my throat.  What?" That, looked like, Terror?

   "Nothing," he looked away.

   I grinned, "Didn't look like nothing."

   "Fine, you want to know?" He got up.  "Come on, I'll tell you, but not
here."

   "Why not?"

   "It's a secret."

   "Ooh!" A mystery?  Turns out to be an interesting day, finally.

   All right, I hate my life.  I know, preteen angst, but it's boring.  I
don't have any friends, cause all they want to talk about is stupid
clothes, and makeup, and listen to shitty sappy pop music, and nothing
happens, and George is the closest thing to an interesting looking person,
I seen anyway.  I was just sick of nothing happening, and there was a
little mystery there.  I thought he was just afraid of girls, ever since we
started outgrowing them, and yeah I like being bigger then the boys too. 
So what?

   I had no idea how jucy it really was, though.  I hit the jackpot, I
really did.

   "You know, you remember, whenever they found that girl, in the garage
last year?"

   "The Mexican one?"

   "Well, I don't know if she was Mexican or not, but yeah."

   "Well, it was the only murder around her in forever, except for some
Gang shootings, so yeah." I read the police blotter, "I guess I followed
it, so what?"

   "What would you say if I told you I know what happened to her?" They
never closed that case.

   "I don't know, are you saying you do?" He looked away, but he nodded. 
Now, I'm not going to tell you where we had this conversation, because it's
private.  The place, I mean, we started going there after that, to be
alone, because we could be alone there.  And I don't want it to blow up, so
somewhere, that's really all you need to know.  Someplace private, where we
could talk, at first.

   "I knew him, the guy that killed her.  He was an older boy, and he used
to hang out with my brother."

   "Oh?" A murderer?  Now it was getting interesting.  It's not like I'm
into death, told you I'm not Goth or anything, but murders kind of
fascinated me, a little.  I mean, what makes someone do that?  I guess it's
the mystery, I'm a mystery girl.  It's interesting.

   "Yeah, he was a pervert, a child molestor.  I guess he, told Jerry about
it, and that's why he went crazy."

   "Who's Jerry, your brother?"

   "You didn't hear about him?" I shook my head.  "I thought everyone was
still talking about that, but yeah.  He, uh.  He went crazy, and tried to
kill himself.  He's still in the hospital, everyone talked about it."

   "Well, I don't have any friends," any more "So.  Uh, I don't really
listen to their stupid gossip, either."

   "Because you're creepy."

   "Okay, yeah.  Because I'm creepy." So what?  "They call me Wednesday,
like I look anything like Wednesday, I don't even like those movies, but
you know you're a little creepy too?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, you should hear what they say about you too."

   "I thought you didn't listen to them."

   "Well, I try not to.  You know how it is, they talk whether you're
listening or not.  Not like I eavesdrop on them, but yeah." I have to pee,
and sometimes they keep talking when they go in the girls room, and don't
think I'm there.  Or whatever.

   "Well, what do they say about me?"

   "You know, pretty much the same thing.  They think you're creepy, too. I
guess they don't know what to think, but they're a little scared of you. 
Too."

   "Really?'

   "Yeah, you sure do stare at them a lot."

   "All the boys do."

   "Yeah, hormones, but the way you do it, it's kinda creepier then them."

   "Oh," he looked down.  "Sorry."

   "S'okay," I tried to hug him, but he squirmed away.  "I like it."

   "Why?"

   "It freaks out the other girls," honestly, "And anything that freaks
them out is great, to me."

   "Oh."

   Then the bell rang, so we had to get to class.  Gave me a lot to think
about, though.
:

   George (b Solo Fant Reluctant.)

   At least I have someone to talk to about it?  Honestly, it's gone
through my mind so many times, I don't think I can figure it out myself at
this point, and I guess she's into it because she's Goth.  Yeah, I know she
says she isn't, but they all say that.  She doesn't hang with them, like
there's anything wrong with it, but it's nice to talk about that too. 
Something else, anything besides what I've been thinking about nonstop for
over a year now.

   "Why you don't hang out with them?" I asked her, on lunch.

   "Yeah, well as much as they try to be different, and all," she looked
over at the, coven, I guess.  "It's still basically the same thing. 
Fashion, a clique, Black is the new Pink, instead of Pink is the new Black,
but it's not really any more new, or creative to do the opposite of what
everyone else is doing, then follow them along." She doesn't really dress
like them, neither.  Just a black teeshirt, really, she doesn't dye her
hair, or wear all that jewelry, I think it's as much to avoid attention as
anything else.

   And I don't know if she really likes me, or, you know.  We're friends,
real friends, maybe even best friends, but that's not what the kids say. 
"Oh look, the freaks are going out." Scoff.  I don't know how to feel about
that, one way or the other, I mean I like her, but I can't say I really
want to.  Go out with her, romantically.  Which is weirdly normal.

   I feel more normal, worrying about normal preteen things, like if my
opposite sex best friend is like my girlfriend, or if we're just friends
and she's a girl, because she's not like the other girls, and it's just
fucking impossible to avoid cliche's writing about this stuff, huh?

   So yeah, as much as she tries not to be that girl, she's that girl.  The
freak, with no excuse other than she hates the sexist stereotypes, so she
tries a little too hard not to be like the other girls, and I'm okay with
that.  It's not her, body.  They call her fat, but really she's not skinny
like them, she doesn't wear makeup like them, or talk about stupid stuff
like them, so they have to shame her.  So, that's what I asked her about,
after school.

   "Don't be like that, or you'll never get a husband.  Uh!" She rolls her
eyes, "Like my mom, no I don't hate her, or my sister, or all her friends
for being popular, and pretty, and getting rides home with her senior
boyfriend with the car, but I just.  Uh!  See through all this, artificial
bullshit!  Like this," she pulls out her shirt, "We're not born with
clothes on, we're people, we fart, and piss, and shit.  We have bodyhair,
and fat, and pimples, and covering it up doesn't change any of that.  'Just
be yourself, here, maybe just a little more mascara.' No, fuck that!  It's
stupid, I don't want any of that."

   "Well," that begged the question, "What, then?"

   "I don't know, I'm 10?  Huh!  I guess, I know what I don't want.  All
this negativity is probably holding me back, but I know what I don't want.
I'm going to have to work, to avoid the catch 22 of landing a man to call
me 'high maintenance' for needing the makeup, and rediculous clothes I
needed to get the man in the first place."

   "But like, a cop, right?" I guess, she really likes crime.

   "I don't know," she thought, "Maybe?  Yeah, I guess.  I mean if ever
there was a sexist system it's the boys in blue, but maybe a detective, or
historian, or mystery writer, or something?" She hugged me.  Sideways,
sitting next to me on the bus bench.  City bus, decided to hang out after
school, and she wanted to see what I could show her.  "Serial killer,
criminal mastermind, or whatever." She joked.

   "So, you're really into Serial Killers," specifically, "Then?" Talked
about them a lot.

   "Among other things," she nodded, "Because, you know.  They're like the
ultimate?  Huh!" she took a breath, "I don't know, it's like the range of
human emotion.  There's normal, then, the other end of the spectrum, I
guess."

   "But, they kill people?"

   "So?  People die, everyone dies, it's like nipples, or sweat.  Something
people try not to think about but it's not like every single death is a
tragedy.  It's popular, everyone's doing it!" I laughed with her, she's
just so outrageous, her sense of humor.  "What?"

   "Yeah, it's dark I guess, but it's not like a black guy joking about
racism.  I know it's a big deal and all, but isn't Comedy supposed to be
about Surprise?  I read that, somewhere.  They did a study about it, but if
it's supposed to be a surprise, the punchline, then isn't it kind of
predictable?  I'm white, dare I even say even a little Racist, but all
black comics joke about Racism, gay ones about homophobia, females, and
lesbians about sexism...

   At what point are we, white men, laughing at Trevor Noah joking about
racism because we're uncomfortable about it?"

   So sure, Murder.  Hahahahah!  Didn't see that coming!  "What?"

   "Just hit a little close to home," I got up, "I guess."

   "This your stop?"

   "I don't mind a little extra walk." And I was sick of not talking about
it.

   ;

   Kay (Gb NS Talk.)

   "So, your brother killed her." He told me, once we got off the bus.  I
suspected, something.  Not that, just that he wasn't telling me the whole
story, but not the kind of thing you just blurt out on a public bus.

   "Yeah, and I just, can't."

   "What?"

   "I don't know, I just can't." Even;

   "Understand it?  I don't think anyone can, you'd have to be a crazy
serial killer to understand a crazy ser'.  Sorry.  Huh, I don't guess, your
brother.  Well, just the one time, but.  You think, he could do it again?"

   "He did, I miss him, and I wish, I could talk to him."

   "But he's still locked up?" In the 'hospital.'

   "Well, yeah.  I can visit him, but how do you, even."

   "Yeah, well maybe we can figure it out.  Some, do you have any
evidence?"

   "I got rid of it," he shook his head.

   "What?"

   "He wrote about it.  And, drew pictures."

   "That bad?"

   "He.  Abused himself."

   "You mean masturbation.  That's not."

   "No, I mean he abused himself.  I still don't know if he was trying to
die, or just punish himself, but I saved his life."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, uhm." He stopped.  In front of a stoop, or the gate to it.  "My
parents are probably home so."

   "Well, nice meeting you."

   "No!" He reached for me!?  "Uh, no, I mean, we can probably talk about
this, upstairs in my room, but.  You know, they don't know."

   "That he tried to kill himself?"

   "No, I mean why.  They sure don't know, about." He lowered his voice,
"Sophie."

   So yeah, hey mom.  This is Kayleigh.

   "Hi, we're going to go up and do homework in his room..." bla bla bla.
Skip!  "So," I got out a notebook, "Let's start out with what we know."
Since he got rid of the notes, and pictures.  "First, how did he, do it."

   "He strangled her." He started crying, so I waited.

   ...

   "Uh!  Snh.  Then he hanged himself, and.  Uh!" He didn't have to finish
that, he already told me.

   "With what?"

   "His belt."

   "In the closet, or the shower curtain rod?" How do you hang yourself? 
You need something, and this is a single level.  So, there's no stairs...

   He got up, "In the window.  Uh," wiping his eyes, and showed me.  "He
pulled down the top, and stuck the end up here, then closed it."

   "So, on his bed."

   "Yeah, he had his own room."

   "Here?"

   "Yeahbut, uh, I don't want to go in there.  Yet." Where he found him.

   "I understand," I patted his shoulder, "It's okay, take your time." He
kind of, curled up in my shirt, so I had to hug him for a while.  "It's
normal," you know, "Playing with yourself." I do it, "Even thinking about,
sick things like that."

   "Oh, I don't."

   "Play with yourself?" He shook his head, "Why not?"

   It don't," he squirmed, "Feel right." And covered up his privates.

   Then he got up, pulled out a hiding space, and showed me.  "I thought
you got rid of the notes."

   "I did," he handed me the folded up notebook paper, "These are mine."

   Turns out he couldn't talk about it, but he could write about it.

   ;

   George (b Text NS Porn)

   [I didn't know.  What to think, I mean sure he was real sad lately, and
I was only 8.  I sure had no idea it had anything to do with that girl they
found in the news.  It happened to be around the time Jerry started feeling
down, and stopped hanging around with his friends, there was just no reason
to put the 2 together.  Mom and dad figured it was because of High School,
he was a freshman then, but I tried to talk to him about it.  He just
kicked me out of his room.  We both had our own, on account of not having
any sisters, or another brother, and he stopped playing with me for years
before that when he got his own friends.  Sure, I knew about the dirty
magazines, and the movies, I saw them watching one through the window once,
and I knew he was jerking of.

   I just had no way to know how horrible it really was until I found him.
After school, he came home first, so when I got off the bus, the house was
quiet, and I checked to see if he was in his room.  He didn't wake up, he
started breathing when I took the belt off his neck, but I was scared, and
I couldn't wake him up, and I didn't know what to do.  I hid the papers,
before mom and dad got home, and took him to the hospital.  I didn't get to
see him, or talk to him on the phone for a long time after that, so I only
had one way to try to figure out what happened.

   I'm still not sure if it was suicidal, like they said, or he was.  Well,
now I can say auto-erotic asphyxiation, but at the time, I had no concept
of anything like that.  He hanged himself, I know that, but the letter
wasn't like a suicide note.  He didn't say goodbye, or anything about
killing himself, it was more like a confession, really, but all the nasty
pictures he drew.  I'd seen porn before, a little, naked people, so what?
But this was different, it was sick, and not just because it was all little
girls and impossible huge penises.  It was cruel, strangling her, with his
hands, and this weird contraption to hang her on top of him, and it was
him. I could tell, even though he hanged himself, in the pictures.

   Sophia, that was her name.  They didn't say it in the news, called her a
Jane Doe, her family didn't even report her missing, so I can guess they
might be illegal, or whatever, but reading the story, I'm pretty sure she
was the body they found in a garage, I remember on the news, you could see
the alley, and the door up for the police to go in and out.  I clearly
remember the truck full of dogs, that found her.  By the smell, then they
had to lock them up to get the body out, but I felt sorry for them.  The
dogs, getting locked up, and barking, that's what reminded me.

   He killed her.  I wanted to hate him, but he was my brother.  I love
him, but how do you deal with that?  The last time I saw him, his neck was
purple from the belt, and I even had to untye the string around his
privates before I closed up his pants, so mom and dad wouldn't see it.  I
thought, maybe if I read what he wrote it might help me understand, but it
just made it worse.  I got more questions instead of answers.  Now it
wasn't why he hanged himself, but why did he stalk a little Spanish girl,
rape her, and kill her like that.  He said he couldn't stop himself, but he
also said he loved her?  How do you love a little girl?  I didn't see her,
they didn't even show the body bag on the news, just the garage, and the
alley, but even he said she was little more then a baby, and could barely
talk.  How do you fall in love with a child, that can barely talk, then
rape and strangle her?

   I was already having nitemares, about Jerry hanging himself.  Only dying
this time, and not getting there in time to save him.  Or mom, seeing him
like that, and his privates tied up so tight they swelled and turned red.
He was hard, when I found him.  He even had a little leaking out, on the
pillow with the belt stuck in the top of the window.  And now, I could just
imagine him in the hospital, like a jail only worse with all those crazy
people.  Like him, I guess he's crazy too, like that makes it any easier to
understand.  I sure don't have anyone to talk to about it, so I have to
keep the secret.

   I guess at least I have an excuse for getting sad.  Too, my brother
tried to kill himself, and went to the crazy house, so he doesn't try it
again.  Or even worse, find another girl, and do that again.  He belongs
there, I know that, but it doesn't make me miss him any less, and it would
hurt mom so much if I could even tell her about it, ask her about it, like
she'd be able to know any better then me.  Or dad, maybe, but even if he
can.  He went through that, right?  Would I want to know?  If he ever felt
like that, would I want to hear from him, that he was tempted, or thought
about, doing anything like that too?

   Could I?  I mean, not think about it, I can't help it now, I never
should have read it in the first place, and I flushed it down the toilet,
but it's to late, I read it.  Enough times, I could probably write it again
from memory.

   Oh my god, I couldn't stop!  Reading it, over and over.  It was so
horrible, but I couldn't stop!

   What happens then?  When I start growing up, the girls in class are
already starting to.  A little, I guess.  Some of them.  It's not like I'm
looking, but I see them almost every day, and, dear god what could I do to
them?  It's okay, it's normal to avoid girls now, most of the boys are
saying "Ew, girls," but.

   At least it's not, you know.  Little girls.  It's normal, right? 
Looking at girls my age.  Even if the other boys aren't yet, it's not like
I would hurt them, if I got the chance.  Not like, he ever thought about
hurting her, until she was already dead.

   I don't know, I'm so confused, and there's no way I can talk to anyone
about it.]

   ;

   Kay' (F Solo Fant)

   "I'm," I just dropped the last page on his bed, "Gonna go." Face already
burning.

   "Are you okay?"

   "No," I grabbed my bookbag, "Huh!  I'm Horny.  And I'm not going to do
anything.  To you, right now.  I'm gonna go." Play with myself, frantically
the first place I find.

   He lied, I read the news.  He killed himself, he was in a coma for a few
days, but he never woke up.  Strangled himself too long, brain dead, and I
guess he lied to himself about it.  He was out of the hospital, went to the
morgue, then the graveyard.  He didn't even go to the funeral, but that was
months ago.  He just kept lying to himself about it.

   Not the first time, I had my period last year, and while I'm sure it's
not like a boy, I got interested in the place between my legs, about then.
Got the Talk, cleared up a lot of bullshit I heard at school, mom's all
right with it, not like she offered to loan me a vibrator, and those
terrible romantic comedies she buzzes herself over, but.

   I never had a Fantasy before.  A real one, it wasn't until I had my hand
down my pants I realized that before that it was all abstract erotic.  IDK,
flashes I guess?  Like that cybersex scene in Demolition man, you ever seen
that?  Well, like that, flashes of sexy flesh, and oohs, and ahs, but
nothing like a story.  But what a story!  And this was real, not like SVU,
or Criminal Minds, Silence of the Lambs or whatever, but True Story!  I
wished I could hear it from him, or at least read what he wrote, but what
really did it for me.  What really stuck in my head until I couldn't
breathe, just clamp my fingers between my legs, and try not to scream was
at the end.

   His privates, tied up with string, IDK, it just said "String" but hard.
So hard it was swollen red, and the ligature mark around his neck too, but
the sexiest part.  What finally made me run for a place to feel this, the
image flashing through my eyes when it finally washed over me was him
cumming.  Dripping, on the pillow I think he said, but it dripping out,
and, OMGush!

   "Huh, fuck!" Finally I could breathe again, and it was so bright, but I
ran to the bus to write this quick on the bench.

   I don't have a fantasy.  Not of my own yet, but what inspiration!  So, I
read somewhere that a hanged man sometimes get an erection, and even
ejaculate after death, and.  Fuck, I'm still horny?  Or getting horny again
so fast, either way, better get this while it's hot, but yeah.  That.

   Huh, I guess it's not realistic.  I mean, I read somewhere it happens,
but how many guys would I have to hang to get it right, but it's just a
fantasy.  Right?  Yeah, haha, I joked about serial killing, I really
seriously doubt I could kill anybody.  Much less a full grown man, by
hanging?  I mean, I'm a big girl, big boned, I've got lots of character,
but how would i even do that?  I'd probably have to talk him into it, or
She would.  Yeah, okay, so fuck Mystery, how about I just kick off my
writing career with some erotica, for practice, until I can do characters,
and plot, and worry about publishing bullshit in like a decade.  I'm 10,
almost eleven, but take your time...  Which means I can write what I want
right now, and worry about what somebody else might want to read, in

   Okay, the bus.  Hope I can read this with all the shaking around, but
I'm on a roll.  Characters first, Who, then what, right?  What kind of man
would let what kind of woman talk him into auto-erotic asphyxiation.  Work
my way up to necrophilia, that's probably an advanced subject, but he
doesn't start out a body, and it'd make it a lot easier on her if he
climbed right up there while he's still alive, and able.  He mentioned some
kind of contraption, but let's just simplify it down to a Pully, Kay?  One
of the simplest machines, just need a point over head, a rope, maybe a
little extra to tye his hands too.

   I can try to draw the bodies in there when I'm not turning all over the
place in public where somebody can just look over and see pictures of
sexual hanging, but you get the idea.  Where?  Okay, what do I need here?
Privacy, certainly, and something to attach the pully to, but what Kind of
place do I want?  A dungeon?  I mean like a sex dungeon, not a castle
dungeon, or do I?  When?  Maybe if it was a fantasy setting, I could make
it more believeable, or even include magic, but then that's a lot of
worldbuilding when I should really be just writing this out.

   Which is great, assuming I have any idea how.

   ;

   Confused (b Text/Note:)

   [Okay, so I tried to watch Heathers.  You said it, well when you asked,
"Have you ever seen Heathers?" I guess because I'd have to to get it, and I
don't even remember what we were talking about, but it was blocked, and
Pump Up the Volume isn't for some reason on Netflix.  IDK why not, they're
both R rated, and there is a lot of language, but I'm still confused.

   Even more confused, not that I expected to understand any girl, much
less you, but how could you get so horny reading that?  I mean it's sick,
it's really really sick, and I don't even want to think about it, but at
least there's nothing like that in the movie.  Same guy, at least.  Not
that I look anything like Christian Slater, but I like his sense of humor.
Dark, right?  Like your jokes about serial killers, and okay, I get how
that can be funny, but sexy?

   I guess if anybody can help me understand any of this, I know then it's
probably you.  At least we can talk about it, a little.  I'm sorry I got
all blubbery, but it still really hurts, and I'm really barely paying
attention to the movie, but good music?

   I got horny too.  Not from that, but, you know.  Thinking about you, I'm
sorry, but seeing you like that, and hearing you talk about it, I can't
help but think about you doing something about it, and that scares me a
little.  I hate not being able to control myself, it scares me because of
what my brother did when he couldn't, and I doubt I could hurt you even if
I wanted to, but really that's what I was always afraid of.

   Not girls, me.  I'm afraid I might be like that, or turn into some kind
of sex monster like my brother, and until now I never really had anyone to
be afraid for, but it's actually a little reassuring.  That you're bigger
then me.  I guess it should be intimidating, but you're a girl, so to late
for that.  I've always been intimidated by girls, but I like it.  The fact
that you're so big, and tough.  I mean your feelings, not like you're. 
Well, I don't know, it's just that I feel like I can't hurt them, the way
you talk about such sick stuff, and it doesn't even phaze you.

   And you curse, a lot.  It put me off a little while, but I got used to
it, and it really even helped me a little, get over that.  I mean, I said
"Shit" before, but like "Shit, I stubbed my toe!" and you're really better
at it, so I guess I'm getting better at it, now that I'm used to hanging
out with you, and how easy you say it.  Like "Fuck," or talking about sex,
or murder, they're just like words to you.  So, I guess they feel a little
more like words to me.  I feel tougher, inside.

   It's like that cliche weight off my chest, I was so scared to tell
anybody, but it's the kind of thing where not telling anybody hurts worse,
and the damage it would cause if say my mom knew the truth.  And I know my
brother probably deserves it, but I sure wouldn't never see him again if
anybody knew he was a child molesting killer, and that would be all my
fault.

   Um, I don't know how to ask this, but, you don't shave, do you?  Huh,
it's just that.  Well, I don't even know if you have anything to shave down
there, but.  I don't want to think about it, being bald, because my brother
wrote about it so much, and I'm sorry.

   Fuck, I just assumed.  Never mind, I'm stupid, forgive me.  I really
don't want to think about you, like that, without knowing if you'd like it,
and, it's scaring me again.  I can't help it.  It really is a great movie,
and I wish I could follow it, when I really just want to get it hard, and
jerk off thinking about you when I know I can't.

   I can't stop, and probably better for everyone if you never saw me
again, but I already know I can't stop that either.

   I don't want to fall in love with you.

   I just can't stop.]

   ;

   Leigh (Gb NS, Kiss.)

   "Wow." I looked up, a few times, but he just stood there.  Watching me
read it, and blushing.  I guess I know why, now.  "Uh," took me a little
while, "I guess, as love letters go." I grinned, "I like it.  It's creepy,
and dark and," I found myself holding it to my chest, "Huh?  Yeah, I love
it." Even a little sweet?

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, you know I'm into that kinda stuff, and it's okay.  I mean,
thinking about me, when you play with yourself.  If I'm gonna do it."

   "Really!?"

   "Huh!" I looked away, "Yeah." That's what I was thinking about.  Right!
"Uhm, uh huh?" Look back, "What?" He was frowning.  "Uh!  It's not like, I
did it already, but now I know I can, so.  Come here." I kissed his head.
He rubbed it.

   "I don't want to have any sex yet." he looked a little scared again.

   "Of course not!" I laughed it off, "We're ten, but we're already
thinking about it, so it's okay if we think about eachother, right?"

   "Yeah," he squirmed, "But I'm only nine."

   "Exactly, huh!  I guess, well, it's not too early, to think about it,
when we're older, but.  Yeah, I'm ready for a boyfriend now." I sat down,
"Here, if they're gonna talk about it anyway." Pulled him gently down on my
lap.

   At school, mind you.  Fuck it, fuck them, or you know.  Not really, but
who cares what they think?  They were right for once, so what?  We belong
together, even those stupid deluded, shits could see that, first.  I'm so
over it.

   "How was that?" He wiped his mouth.

   "Great," I hugged his hair.  Looked up, "Why doncha take a picture, get
your own.  Don't you have some friends, to go gossip to, about it?  Fuck
off." I turned back to him, "Sorry about that.  So anyway, where were we?"

   "Well, we're kissing."

   "Yeah," he even has to lean down a little, I just still had to give him
a little push.  "Hh!" I bit my lip, "That was better." He started kissing
back.

   "George?"

   "Ah," fuck it all to hell!  "Uh?" I looked around.

   "You know that's not appropriate,"

   I pushed him off, "It was me, miss, uh."

   "Kastanza,"

   "Yeah, miss Kastanza.  So anyway, sorry.  I just.  Well, I don't know
what came over me, but I got.  Well," I didn't have to pretend to blush. 
"I kissed him, I'm sorry.  I forgot where we even were." I shook my head.

   "Well, come along.  Both of you."

   "Great," another talk.

   "Now you're not in trouble, we understand, I remember being your age,
and all,"

   "I doubt it."

   "Watch it, young lady.  Have a little respect.  For me if not yourself."

   "Uh!" Fuck it, "Well, I'd rather be in trouble for being the bitch I am
than have to endure another moral laden sermon on chastity or whatever the
fuck you had in mind, so."

   "Watch your language!"

   "SO!" If you'll just let me talk, "Why don't we just skip ahead to the
principal, so you can go back to your lunch or, whatever the fuck you're
doing."

   "George, go back to lunch.  And I Don't WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF
BEHAVIOR FROM YOU AGAIN!"

   'yes miss Kastanza.' At least he was free to go.

   "What kind of behavior, Kissing?"

   "It's disruptive, and,"

   "You're treating us like were fighting.  That's what's wrong with you
prudes, you think we don't know anything about sex, it's Ooh, this big
mysterious secret, but violence.  Sure, fuck it, they can handle that."

   "I'm going to have them speak to your mother,"

   "Hahahahaha!  Yeah." Not like it was my lunch anyway, "Come on, lets
call her then." and I could go for a long weekend.  "Better yet, why don't
you talk to her?" At least I thought fast enough to pass the note back to
him when she couldn't see it.  "I wanna see the look on your face when you
hear what she has to say on the phone." I don't know what he did with it,
but at least that was out of her hands.  "Hurry up, this'll be great!"

   It doesn't get any more private then that, he can give it back to me
later.

   ;

   George (Gb...  Mole?  CP.)

   She waited for me on the bus stop.  Cause she was kicked out of school,
for kissing me, but it was off campus, so she met me there.  And kissed me
right away.  Wiped my lip, with her fingers.  "I was thinking," she sat
down, and pulled me into her lap.  "You said you're not ready for sex yet,
but.  Huh, well you said I could." She was blushing, and kissed me again.
"Well, I did it.  I played with myself, thinking about you."

   "Yeah," I looked down, "Me too."

   "Really?" She kissed me again, "I mean, did you get off?"

   "I think so."

   "Well, what did you think about?"

   "You," I just told her.

   "Naked?"

   "No, kissing me in the lunch room." We should have gone to, our private
place, but.  "But you know, you still had your clothes on." Same day, same
clothes.  "Like this," I kissed her back.  Usually she did all the kissing,
but I can do it to.

   "Where?" she bit her lip.

   "In your lap?" I shook my head, "On the lips?" Where what?

   "No, where'd you jerk off?"

   "Oh, I shook my head, "In the bathroom."

   "And did you come?"

   "I don't know," I said, "I think so." It felt really good.

   "Did anything come out?"

   "I don't know.  Huh, this boy came in, and I got scared, so I just went
back to class." But it's like, I was hard all day.  "Huh, I kind of. 
Played with it, in class a little, too."

   "Well, I though about you naked."

   "Uh huh?" She kissed me some more, but then the bus came, so we had to
be.  Well quieter.  We could still kiss and stuff, but we sat in the back.
In the corner.  And, she showed me.

   "I borrowed this camera." A digital one, with a screen in the back. 
Some kids have phones, rich kids, I guess.  I don't know any of them, but
we don't.  The screen came up, and she showed me.

   I looked around, but she whispered, in my ear.  'you wanna see me,
naked?' She held it down, behind the seat, but she took off her clothes,
with the camera.  Guess she went home, and came back with the camera, but
didn't change her clothes.  I nodded, and swallowed.  I had to move a
little in her lap.  'is it getting hard?'

   It was already, really hard, but I couldn't say it.  I just nodded my
head.

   'can I touch it?'

   I stopped nodding, but I felt her fingers.  Through my pants, but. 
"UH!" Really loud.

   "Hihihn!" I looked around, but just this one guy looked back, then he
turned away.

   "Huh!" I just closed my eyes.

   'did you just get off?'

   I nodded.  So, that's what that feels like.

   "Come on," she helped me up, and pushed the button in the box on the
bar. We wend down the steps, and waited by the door.

   "This isn't my stop." Was she taking me home?  To her house, I mean, and
I don't know why that scared me a little.

   "It's a surprise," the bus stopped, "Come on."

   I guess it was all right.  Not like my brother, I mean yeah looking at
porn, but she made it for me.  And she was right there, showing it to me,
so I guess it was all right.  I'm not like that, like him at all.  I feel
bad about it, even when it's bad, and he didn't even feel bad at all until
he killed her.

   ;

   'Leigh (Gb...)

   I took him by the hand, but.  It was so exiting!  I touched it!  And, he
got off, which is okay.  I mean, I did it, and it was flattering, but.  I
don't know, it was just so exciting, and it's not like we had some place
more private to go.  "Down here."

   He stopped, looking around.  At the alley, between the back yard fences.
"Where are we going?"

   "The crime scenes," he followed me, at arm's lenths.  "I thought, maybe
it would help you understand a little better, or get closure." or whatever.
I think I was starting to understand, what happened.  A little better.

   "Wh, well.  How'd you ever find it?"

   I pointed up, over a roof to a billboard.  "It wasn't easy, but, you see
that sign?  Yeah, well it was in the news, when they showed them, bringing
out the body." And locking up the dogs that found her.

   "No it wasn't.  I mean, they changed the sign."

   "Yeah?  Well, it was last year, and." I had to think, "Well, you know.
It was like a murder mystery, so.  I thought, maybe I could figure it out."
before the police, and I could go and show them, what happened.  "See?" I
pointed.  Over the fence.  "Here." I kicked a couple boards out the bottom,
so they moved up, and I could slip through the bottom.  "Come on.  It's
okay, they left long ago.  It's empty, but look." The pool, or what's left
of it was in the corner.  "I think it washed down here, in the rain.  See
how the yard slopes off to the corner here, and it's partially buried in
the mud." He nodded.  "Well, isn't it cool!?"

   "Yeah," he smiled, "You're right, okay." he looked around, "So, this was
Sophie's house." Started pacing around in circles.

   "Yeah, this is where he saw her first," and took her from.  "The primary
crime scene, they call it." When there's more then one, like a kidnapping.
"You want to see the other one?"

   "Where he," he gulped, out loud, "Killed her?"

   "Well, we can't get in.  Huh, they locked it up, better now.  That house
is abandoned too, but I can show you the back of it, and the door."

   "It's not like I imagined." Still looking around.  "But yeah.  I do feel
a little better." Well, he did just get off in his pants, too.  "Seeing it,
for real."

   "I think.  Well, you think, maybe it was not knowing.  Or, being so
confused, that bothered you so much?"

   "I don't know, but, thanks." Right by me.  I grabbed him, and kissed
him, but it wasn't like before.

   In the lunch room, or on the bus it was, kind of neat knowing everybody
could see us.  But here, alone, but right here, where he did it.  Well,
like a few houses down from where he really did the deed.  It was exciting,
but not scary to me, at all.  I wasn't scared, this time, and he was
starting to relax.  Getting used to it, I guess.  He hugged me, cause we
were standing up, I guess, but I felt his arms, and moved them down to my
butt.

   "Huh!?" Now, that was exciting!

   "It's okay, you can touch me." I nodded.  "Is it getting hard again?"

   He pushed me off.  "I think we're going kind of fast." He held his arms.
Not like hugging himself, but.  I could tell.

   "I'm sorry," I went too far.

   "I'm gonna go home." He picked up his backpack.

   "Okay, I'm sorry.  I understand, it's all so sudden, and." I just shook
my head, "Huh!  I'm sorry.  But, can I, call you later?"

   "Yeah," I held the fence open for him, "Okay." I walked him home.

   "Here," I took his hand.  "I love you, you know that?" He looked up,
surprised.  "Well, I do.  And, I just want to show you, how much." Okay,
I'm really very horny, and I know why he wants to go slow, but it's driving
me fucking nuts.  "Huh!  Okay, I'll slow down.  I know, I'm sorry, but. 
Huh!  I'll wait." Hope he's worth it.  I kissed him again, real quick at
the stoop.  Then, I held the gate, and watched him walk up.  Unlock the
door, and go in.

   I can wait.

   "Georgie" (bG Tele CP Mast)

   "It's your friend, Kay."

   She must've called me as soon as she got home.  She didn't say
girlfriend, but I told her.  "Hey," I took it in my room.  "Uh, my mom
knows.  We're going out now."

   "Cool, she okay with it?"

   "Well," I nodded for no reason, "She noticed, I wasn't so depressed
lately.  She talked to me about it, after she saw us kissing at the stoop.
And yeah, she's okay with it."

   "And you?"

   "Uh huh?" I am, getting okay, with it.  "I love you too." My face got so
hot again, but she said it, and I felt bad for not saying it too, right
away.

   "OohH!" The phone rustled around.  "I know, you're not ready for sex
yet, but.  You know, phone sex isn't, really like, having sex, right?"

   "You want to," have phone sex?  I couldn't even say it, but I was stiff
in my pants again, all ready.

   "You getting hard again?"

   "Uh huh?" I just pushed it down, and rubbed it.  A little.

   "Well, let me see it."

   "I can't." Not that kind of phone.  Yeah, it's wireless, but not like a
smart phone.  It doesn't really have a screen, just a little one, for
numbers, but not a camera or anything.

   "Hihihin!  Not right now, but can you take a picture of it?  Get the
camera out." She put it in my backpack.  I didn't even notice, I guess I
would've found it, when i got my homework out, but what with talking to my
mom, and she really called me right away after that.  She got up to answer
the phone.

   "Okay?"

   "Just take a picture of it, you can give it back tomorrow, but then you
can watch it, and jerk off?"

   "Yeah," I unzipped my pants.  "Hang on," I had to put the phone down,
and figure out the camera, but I held it up, and pushed the little button
on top.  Then, I got the phone again, and "There."

   "You did it!?"

   "Yeah."

   "I can't wait to see it.  Um.  You know, it's illegal, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Technically childporn, not like I expect you to show anybody it, but,
just so you know."

   "I wish we had smart phones."

   "Yeah, then we could do it live, and I could see your dick, right now."
I giggled, but.  She says stuff like that, all the time.  Even in front of
grownups, and teachers at school, even!  I like it, love it really, but I
guess it's funny too.

   "You watching it?"

   "Oh," I picked up the camera, "I don't know how."

   "There's buttons, around the camera button?" Like a phone, or TV remote,
I guess.  "You see the menu button?"

   "Yeah," I pressed it.

   "Well, go down to Memory."

   "Uh huh?"

   "Video.  It's a new chip, so.  It's the only video on there."

   "I found it."

   "You're watching it?"

   "Yeah," she still had her clothes on, but.  She turned, I guess she put
it on her dresser, and pulled her shirt out.  I could see her pale back, on
the bottom.  Where she pulled her shirt up.

   "Uh!"

   "You're playing with yourself, too?"

   "Yeah, huh!  I'm so horny.  You make me so horny."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah."

   I don't know, how.  I mean, I seen it, guys doing that jerk off motion
with their hand, but my fist is too big.  So, I just pinched it, and moved
the skin up and down that way.  "Huh!"

   "MmhH!" Her breath was loud, in the phone, but it was right in my ear,
and she had her pants down on the camera.  "I'm so wet, I wish you could
see it.  Snh!  And smell it."

   "Uh!"

   "Are you,"

   "Not yet," but she turned around, and pulled down the side of her
panties.  I saw her butt, and remembered, feeling it.  Only through her
jeans, but I just felt her butt, and, "HhuhUH!"

   "Are you cumming?"

   "NH!" I nodded, but the phone fell off my shoulder, and I couldn't stop.
"UhHuh!?" it was the best feeling ever.  Not the first time, but it felt so
much better.  And the best part was knowing she could hear it.  "OoOahH!" I
moaned loud, so she could hear it.

   "Huh huh, uH!" When I picked the phone.

   "Are you?"

   "Not yet."

   "I'm watching it." She got up on the bed, and now I could imagine. 
Being right there, in her room, and watching her.  "You look so sexy."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah.  So hot, and sexy."

   "And beautiful?"

   "Yeah, you're really." I don't know what to say, "Very beautiful."

   "Oh!  Oh god.  OoH!"

   "Are you cumming?'

   "Almost.  Uhn!  I'm almost, I'm so close, I can feel it." I listened,
tried to hear it, but I could see her.  Fingers, moving so fast between her
legs.  "Ahfuck!  Ahn.  AahhhhnNH!"

   She was cumming!  Not in the camera, I didn't get to that part yet, but
I watched her squeezing her chest, and pinching her nipple.

   "Ah, ah ah hahn!  Yeah!" I hope she was home alone, it sounded really
loud.  "Oh god, that was fucking Great!"

   "Good." I looked at my backpack.  "I'm glad."

   "Did you cum?"

   "Yeah."

   "I mean, did any come out?"

   "Uhm," I didn't think to check.  "Yeah!" There was a little drop in the
end.

   "Huh!" She was still panting.  "Well, take a picture of it.  I want to
see it."

   "Okay." I had to stop the video, and figure out how to get back to the
camera.

   "Love you, Kayleigh."

   "Yeah, me too."

   "But I got to do homework, now."

   "Okay.  See you later?"

   "Yeah," but I took a picture, like she asked for.  Just soft on my
tummy, but you could see the drop.  It was clear, but it ran down, and you
could see it was wet.  Just a little drop, but I cummed for her!

   ;

   Leigh (G Text.  mg Mole Mnem.)

   [I feel guilty.  I'm sorry, it feels like I'm falling in love with you.
No, I love you, too much to lie to you.  But if I can't even tell you that,
then how can I?

   Uh!  This sucks, but I have to.  I don't want to hurt you, your
feelings, but I guess I'm afraid that, if you knew.  Well, maybe you
wouldn't love me, too.  And I don't want to lose you.  So, anyway, I was
thinking like.  You know, how writing about it, or what you could remember
reading, from your brother.

   Well, that's what I lied to you about.  I knew, about your brother, and
it's not like I knew him, but.  I met him, once.  Well, first I saw him,
with her.  I was just hanging out with my friends.  Before all this
happened, and I got depressed.  They don't hang out with me no more, they
say I'm "Such a downer," but we caught them, together.  He had her pants
down, and he was touching her, but my friend yelled, and he ran off.  She
started crying, but we couldn't just leave her, half naked in the alley
like that.  So, I pulled up her shorts, and asked her were her house was,
and she pointed over the fence when we got there.

   We just left her there.  The boys climbed up on the boards, and let her
down by the hands, and then we didn't tell anyone.  I feel guilty about
that too, maybe if we said something, he would have gotten caught before.
Well, before he murdered her.

   So anyway, I guess that's when I started thinking about murder, and
murders.  Child molestors first, I mean I heard about it, at school, but I
never seen one, in the act.  So, that's how I could understand you being so
confused.  When you found out, because I went through all that, and I guess
getting into the murder mystery aspects of it, it kind of helped.  Me
coape, or think about it from another angle, but I started snooping around,
and thinking about it like a murder mystery, instead of a sex thing, it
kind of helped.

   Well, that and there was a killer on the loose.  I didn't know who it
was, but, right before he went to the hospital.  I saw him, in the alley,
right behind her fence.  Or, you know, she was already dead, and her
parents moved away.  You know she was cheating on him, right?  Sophie's
mom, I mean, I saw them together.  Her and her boyfriend, he came over
after he went to work.  I mean her husband, I didn't watch them fucking,
but I knew what they're doing.  He kissed her, and felt her up in the
driveway before they went inside.  But you're right, she probably put her
out in the yard so she could be alone with her lover.

   But I digress, Um.  Where was I?  Oh right, I found him crying in the
ally, and I didn't even know it was him.  I didn't really get a real good
look the first time I saw him.  He really was pretty far away, and he run
off after that, but I imagined a man.  A bad man, a child molestor, like
they said at school, but he didn't look like a bad man.  He was just a boy,
an older boy, already jerking off and stuff, but I didn't know that yet.  I
just, well I asked him why he was crying, and he didn't want to talk about
it.  He got up, and he grabbed me, and he molested me right there in the
alley.

   I didn't even think about it, I couldn't until later, but then I knew it
was him.  It was stupid of me, going after him in the first place.  If I
hadn't I wouldn't have been in that ally, and I wouldn't have found him
crying, and he wouldn't have caught me.

   And that made it even worse, but I have to stop now.  I'm glad I could
even write that, but.  It's hard.  I do feel a little better.  I have to
stop, maybe I can write the rest later.]

   ;

   George (Pretty consistent, not much has changed other than the PoV...)

   She met me at the bus stop, and I was so happy to see her.  Feel her
hugging and kiss me.  In my neighborhood, or down the street from my house,
she met me at my bus stop, so we could ride to school together.

   "Huh!" We caught our breath.

   "Oh," I got it out, "Here's your camera."

   "Did you watch it all?" She looked so excited.

   "Oh!" Her face got even redder.  She found the pictures.  Showed me, but
I took them.

   "You like it?"

   "Yeah," she pulled me in by the shoulder, and kissed me.  'it makes me
so horny.'

   "Yeah," right in my ear, "Me too."

   "Can I touch it?"

   Right out here, on the bus stop, but I nodded.

   "Huh!" I squirmed a little, but it didn't.  Happen right away, like last
time.  The first time, I guess.  "You know," I was thinking about it, "It's
not like, having sex?"

   "What?" She just rubbed it through my pants, but I guess all the times I
jerked off, it must've helped me not do it too soon.

   Well, "This."

   "What's it like, then?"

   "Like you're," she looked up, so I told her, to her face.  "Molesting
me."

   She stopped.

   "No," I put my hand on her's, "It's okay." I love it.

   "No," she got up, "The bus is here."

   "Oh," so we got on, flashed our student IDs.  Budget cuts, they said,
but the bus system let us ride for free, with a student ID.  Why we got
them.

   'you do!?' She whispered in the corner.

   "Yeah," I got in her lap, "I love it." I kissed her, "I love you, you
know?"

   "But, you want me to," she rubbed my leg.  "Molest you?"

   "Mmh!" I just lay my head on her shoulder.  "I was scared." I lowered my
voice, 'I was scareda, turning out like my brother, but.' It's okay, if she
molests me.  It's weird, but our kinda weird?  Just me and her, I swear I
just forget there's anything else.  Even when she's gone, I just have to
think about her, and the world goes away.  Like this, as nice as her hand
felt, rubbing me through my shorts.  I kissed her neck, and smelled her
skin.  This was even better, just being with her, in her lap, her arms, her
mouth.  Well, right then i just kept kissing her neck, but i don't care. 
Any part of her, all of her, just as long as she could be there with me.

   It's all I want any more.

   "Huh!" It twitched in my pants.  Then we got to school, she waved from
the bus, but she gave me something to read.  Said she'd meet me, at the bus
stop for lunch if I could sneak away.  We're not supposed to, but it's not
like we're supposed to take pictures for eachother, or watch videos of her
playing with herself.

   But I had that, just had to close my eyes.  I watched it over and over,
all night.  Didn't get any sleep, and I don't know how many times I jerked
off, but I ran dry.  It stopped cumming out, but I kept jerking of, every
time it got hard again.

   So, I yawned, and put my head down.  On my desk, to dream about her. 
I'd read the rest of her note later.  When nobody else can see the pictures
she drawed.

   But I saw it, between her legs.  It was fat, like Jeramy drew it, but at
least she had some hairs on top of it.  Not a lot, but more then I can
count.  At least she doesn't shave, like one of those porno girls.  I guess
I passed out.

   {Mr.  Bungle - The Girls of Porn (Mr.  Bungle)}

   ;

   Victim (mg Mole Fear.  Seriously, TW: FB.)

   [I was so scared.  I realized when he grabbed me, what a mistake I made,
but he covered my mouth when I started screaming.

   "Sh!" All he ever said was "Don't make me hurt you."

   So, I stopped screaming, but I started to cry.  He didn't stop, but at
least he stopped being so rough about it.  He stuck his hand in my pants,
then he unbuttoned them, and felt around in them.  In the back, he squeezed
my butt hard, but he rubbed my privates more gently.

   It didn't feel, sexy at all.  I guess I was still too scared, I mean. 
He didn't threaten to kill me, but I knew he could.  Deep down I knew it
was him, and he killed before.  I didn't want to die, so I let him molest
me, and just cried.

   He pulled his hand out of his pants, and got his penis out to jerk it
off.  He kept molesting my privates the whole time, but he finished quick,
and then he ran off.  I just fell down, and cried in the ally, until I
could get up, and go back home.  It wasn't until I untucked my shirt, then
I saw it.  His mess, he must have shot it off on the hem of my shirt, and
it smeared when i tucked it in, but I threw that shirt out.

   You know, I actually regretted it, after that?  It took me a while, but
then I started playing with myself.  I guess, if I did that, it wasn't like
a bad memory.  A nitemare, really, but I could imagine it was more.  Well,
like he was with Sophie, I imagine.  It's not like, well he killed her, but
when I saw them together, he wasn't hurting her.  And not him, he's still
scary as fuck, but someone else.  Nobody in particular, just someone,
else's hands, touching me.

   But I think she really loved him too?  That's the really fucked up part,
but she didn't start crying until he ran off.  She even tried to say his
name, but it came out more like "Hewamy." But she reached out for him, or
the way he run off, when I picked her up, and tried to say his name.

   I don't know.  That's one of the parts I just don't get.]

   ;

   George (bG Cons.)

   So, "I got suspended," too.  When I got on the bus.  She took it back to
school, but I was already waiting, before lunch.

   "On purpose?"

   "Not really," like she did, mouthing off.  "Huh!  I read what you wrote,
and.  I got caught.  Drawing." So, they sent me to the Assistant principal,
MisSUS Kastanza.  She stressed it, for some reason, when I called her Miss.

   "Drawing me, naked?" She hugged me.

   "Yeah, your pussy." Not like I could get out the camera and look at it
in class, even if I hadn't given it back.

   "So," she sat down, "I guess we can have a long weekend together."
Kissed me, in her lap.

   "Well, my mom's home." Not sure where we'd go.

   "It's okay, my mom should be out."

   "Oh?" So, I'd finally get to see her house.  "At work?" Other then her
room, well mostly her bed, in the video.

   "Well, she doesn't really go to work, as such.  Huh!  She sells Amway,
makeup mostly, but she's in and out all the time." She checked her watch,
"But she should be gone when we get there."

   "Heah!" I yawned in my hand.

   "You tired?"

   "Yeah, I was up, jerking off all night." I nodded.  "I got a little
sleep in class, but then I read your note.  And."

   "I'm sorry."

   "Oh no, it's okay!" I kissed her.  "I understand, and you're right.  It
hurt at first, and it was really real hard to read, but.  I read, all of
it."

   "So, what did you think?"

   "I don't know what to think.  I still love you, even more, now that I
know, but." it's just so confusing.  "Maybe, after a nap, or something."

   "Well, we can take one together, when I get you home."

   "Yeah," that sounds great.  I leaned in, under her hair.  'after we make
love.' I whispered, in her ear.

   "Really!?" I nodded.

   "Yeah, I'm.  Well really, I can't wait now.  Huh!  Ever since I
realized. Well, I don't want you to molest me any more.  I want to make
love, with you.  So yeah, I'm ready."

   We kissed, eachother.  At the same time, it's not like she kissed me, or
I kissed her, before.  We came together, our lips, then our mouths, and we
kissed eachother.  And it was the best kiss yet.

   ;

   The Police - Mother (Synchronicity.)

   Leigh came home, so I picked up the remote, and turned it down.  "Oh,
this must be, the boy I've heard nothing about."

   "Mom!" She rolled her eyes.

   "Give me a little credit," I laughed, "I was eleven once, it's all
right." He looked real embarrassed.

   "Well," she turned to the entertainment center, "We're gonna go watch a
movie, in my room."

   "You got Heathers?" He looked back, "I just watched Pump up the Volume,
the other night."

   "Good taste." I had a crush on Christian Slater in the 90s.  So did
everyone, Two if by Sea is probably still my favorite movie.

   "Heathers it is," she pulled out the tape, and took it back to her room.

   "Okay," I switched the track, Mrs.  Gradenko isn't quite so raucous, but
I turned it up.

   I don't mean to pry.  I like to think, I'm a pretty cool mother.  Mine
was stuffy, and practically smothered me until I ran away to college, and I
made some mistakes there I might not have had I not been so sheltered. 
It's not like they come with a manual, but I couldn't help feeling a little
concern.  When she started getting so maudlin, and into such disturbing
interests.  Checking out books about serial killers, but then, her behavior
improved, and I was actually relieved when she got suspended for kissing a
boy.  I mean, I had a good talk with her, but I expected much worse.  He's
just a boy, not the juvenile delinquent punk rocker I imagined, worried
about who she was running around with.  Kind of cute, and smaller than her,
though boys grow up after girls, that age.  But, I didn't feel threatened,
by him, I hope I can trust him with my daughter, but i had feelings for
boys I couldn't do anything about when I was, not much older.  And they
grow up younger these days, too.  I didn't even get my period until I was
almost 12, I suppose it's something about how diets change, but I try not
to worry, too much.

   She'll be fine, I'm sure she'll be fine.  She likes me to worry, I catch
her messing with me, trying to be subtle, but some times.  Coming home with
a Mary Kay compact, very funny, not like I'd get brand jealousy, but since
I switched to Avon from Amway.  Brand recognition more than anything, but
that reminds me.  I've got a client I should probably be getting ready for
anyway.

   Just let the album run, and don't listen at the door like a busybody.

   It just happened to be "Every Step you Take." I had to laugh at myself,
a little, at that.

   ;

   Wrapped Around your Finger

   "Is it okay," I looked around, "With her here?"

   "Uh!" she scoffed, "Like I could with her here.  She should go out,
later."

   She tucked it in the slot under the TV.  "You have a big TV."

   "Used to be my mom's.  We don't have Cable, so she practically bought
out Blockbuster when it closed."

   "Oh," whatever.  I just sat on the bed, while she rewound it.

   "Go ahead, and get comfortable." I scooted over to the wall, when she
got on with me.

   "Uh," I looked up, "Why do you have a blanket, over the window?" Like a
quilt.  Not in pieces, all one piece of navy blue, but quilted, in little
diamonds.

   "Whenever I got depressed, I just kind of locked myself in here, and I
didn't want to see the world."

   "Yeah," I understand.  We, didn't watch the movie, or I missed most of
it.  You know, making out on her bed, but.  I guess i heard a lot of it. 
Her kind of movie, dark comedy I guess, but I don't remember why it came up
in the first place.  Not like she looks like Samantha Mathis, or Wynona
Ryder.  I don't look like Christian Slater, either.  Like I said, didn't
really pay much attention, but.  "Uh," I felt over her chest, "Didn't you
say you're 10?"

   "Yeah, I had a birthday?  Uh, I didn't announce it to everyone, we
weren't even really going out yet.  Next time I'll throw a parade, or
something."

   I laughed.  "Well," squeezed her through her shirt, "How did you get,
boobs all of a sudden?"

   "Well, I didn't." She breathed in, "Huh!" I felt it, "I just didn't wear
my training bra today." She shrugged, "Thought it would get in the way."
She kissed me, so I guess I went back to feeling her, chest.

   Well, I don't guess she's really got boobs yet.  She's not like a little
girl, but she's not like a teenager, either.  I'm just glad she's not. 
Well, I love her, I do, but I don't think I could get past it if she was.
You know, too much, like a little girl.

   She didn't touch me, probably because her mom, right out in the living
room, but the music kind of bugged me, too.  Her house, she could play it
as loud as she wants, and it's not like I'm trying to listen to the movie.

   "What?" We stopped, to catch our breath.

   "What is this, she's listening to?"

   She stopped, to listen.  "Tea in the Sahara, I think." It was kind of
quiet, er.  I couldn't really make out the words, anyway.  "The Police. 
Synchronicity, I think.  Why, you don't like it?"

   "Nah," I shrugged, "It's just weird, I guess."

   "It's my mom's, don't really know much about music, anyway." It changed,
anyway.  "There, this one better?"

   I listened, but I guess it was too quiet to hear.  So, "Yeah, I guess."

   "Well, I like it.  This one."

   Well, I didn't want to talk about music anyway, so I started kissing her
again.  I barely even noticed when the music stopped, until she got up.

   "What?"

   She went to the door.  "Let me just go see, what she's doing."

   So, I sat up, pushed my hardon down in my pants.  "She's gone." She came
back, and practically knocked me down with her mouth.  "You want to make
love to me now?" She rubbed me through my pants.

   "Uh," I scooted out.

   "What?"

   "I was thinking." She was going to fast again.  "You know how, well." I
blushed, "When you gave me the camera, and we, talked on the phone?" She
left the door open.  Nodded.  "Well, what I thought about," a lot really,
"Was watching you, play with yourself.  First."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  But, I mean not like for the camera.  For me, here.  What I
really dreamed about was being here." I leaned up against her dresser, "And
watching you."

   "Yeah," she lay back, and already got her jeans open.  "As long as I get
to watch you too."

   "Oh yeah," forgot that part.  So, I undid my pants too, while she
scooched out of hers.  "I really like, your jeans."

   "Yeah?"

   "Uhuh!" She pulled her underwear off with them too.  "Well, your butt,
in those jeans."

   "You like my butt?"

   "Yeah, ever since you put my hands on it." Ever since we kissed.

   "Well, I like your dick.  Don't cover it up," she nodded, "like that.  I
want to see it."

   "Okay," I looked down.  "like this?" Tried turning my hand over.

   "Yeah," so I pinched it, up side down, so my hand kind of covered it,
but she could see it.  I shrugged, and looked at her.  "I can't really see
yours." With her hand over it.

   "My pussy?" She pulled her fingers up.  "Here," she spread it open with
them, "Come over here, and get a closer look."

   "Can I touch it?" Turns out I couldn't really watch her do it, with her
hand in the way like that.

   "Yeah," she put her arm around, my waist.  "Can I suck it?" I nodded,
but she didn't wait.  I didn't mind.

   "Oh!" Her mouth felt so wet!  "Huh!"

   It slipped out, "Don't cum," but it was slippery in her fingers, "Don't
just cum, without telling me.  Tell me before you cum, okay?"

   "Yeah." Then, she stuck it back in her mouth again.  I didn't know if I
could, I mean anything, out of it.  I mean I hadn't, all morning, but I ran
out last night, and I didn't really even sleep since then.  But I hoped I
could, for her.  Me too, I mean it feels so good, but I know she wanted me
to.  She wanted to see it, for real.  Not like the pictures I took for her.
Every time, until it stopped cumming out.  But I hoped some would cum out
for her.  "Uh!  Now."

   She stopped, "You're cumming?"

   I nodded, or about to.  I could feel it, but I just closed my eyes, and
felt it slipping in her fingers.  "Uh, hUH!"

   "Hihihin!" Then the felt under, just the end, but that made me hunch.

   "Uh hihn!"

   "Hih!" she pushed my hand away, but I was done, and saw her fingers,
moving so fast between the legs.

   "Huh!" She was sideways, and lay back on the quilt over the window.

   "Uh, huh!?" Rubbing so fast, she was slapping herself.  I could hear it,
and her finger was gone in the middle.  Inside her, she had her finger
inside her, and she was fucking it for me.

   "You cumming?"

   "Ngh," she shook her head, "Not yet, huh!  Touch me.  Kiss me, god damn
it, put your hands on me!"

   I pulled her shirt up, first.  I was right, they weren't really like
boobs yet.  But her nipples, they looked real big, and swollen, and I
couldn't wait to suck on one.  It was hot too, but not hard at all.  I
thought they would get hard, like mine when they're cold, but it was even
softer, then the rest of her chest.  Except, I found a little hard spot. 
In the middle, not real hard, but I could suck that in.

   "Ahyrh!" Or something, "Oh god, FUCK!" She gasped, "Yeah."

   She relaxed.  Her hand, didn't stop moving, but it slowed down.

   "HhHhuhuhuh!" She shook, so her breath kind of studdered, too.

   I didn't even have to ask.  She got off, I helped her get off, and it
was the most wonderful thing in the world.  Even better then getting off
myself.  She hugged me.

   "How was that?"

   Kissed me.  Breathlessly.  Then, "Yeah," she panted, "That was great."

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