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 Continuity Note: It's out of order, alphabetically, but this is continuing
on from Saving Myself 4U.  In a nutshell, he couldn't wait for her trip, to
check out new colleges, so he got an RV, but there's some lead-up
fantasies.

   All right, I'm a masochist.  Total bottom, but I don't have anyone to
tease, humiliate, and emasculate me.  So, there's litarally No Sex in here,
just erotic teasing, because that's what Vira gets off on.  As an Empathic
Sadist, she tortures men to watch their reactions, but her twin is not in
this one.  It's not detailed in here, but his prise for dropping
everything, and coming after her is to get Hansoned.  Arrested, and taken
to jail for interstate Ephebophia, attempted sex with a minor.  Even if
"She said she was 18!"

   So, ask yourself if you really want to read this, or read a stroker
where the guy actually gets with the teenage girl?
:

   "Psi"

   KC, or at least that's her screen-name.  Teenager, cam-whore, fun to
sext with, but I'm a little more interested in Morgan.  Her daughter, KC is
cute, babyfaced and young.  Goth, and obviously proud of her big tits, but
at 16, with a 2 year old, you do the math.  Of course her ex left when she
got pregnant, her alone, to take care of her.  "It has it's struggles, but
we get bye."

   With her sister, Kinsey.  Couldn't be more different, if Pop was a
subculture, she'd be the poster girl.  Cheery, posing together in their new
apartment.  Next to Kay's "I am smiling" face, but skinnier.  Older, big
sister, took her in, and even let her decorate, a little.  For Halloween,
mid-to-late spring, but Goth, it's not just about the music, or the clothes
for her.

   Morgan plays dressup too.  With mommy, same black hair, but in a short
mop of waves.  Squirming in her momma's lap, against the low-cut top, she
likes to show off.  He body, great hips too, but I'd seen her naked,
masturbating with me, over the webcam, but I'm a pedophile.  She doesn't
know that, but I turned the sound off.  Typed in chat:

   [Mic's Broken, but you look great today.]

   "Well, it's just about time for a nap."

   "Oh mom." She turned away, cheeks puffing out with her pout, and frown.
KC's baby faced, but her baby.  Sitting there in her lap, in black panties,
where does she get them for a toddler.

   "You want to stay up, and chat with Mr.  Write?" I'm an author, in fact
we met through one of my darker stories.  I dabble in Horror, but really
prefer the Sci-fi genres.

   [It's okay,] BLING!  She glanced back at the screen, [I don't mind.]

   "MoOom!" she covered her ears.

   'i'm so horny,' she whispered.  I was already stroking it, under the
table, but slow.  Too slow to show, or get off on seeing the little girl in
her underwear.  "Come on," her bottom.

   "Ngh!" I squeezed it, looking away, but she was intent on her baby's
face.

   "Let's put on your nighty." It didn't help much, sheer.  Negligee, again
I'm amazed what she can get for such a little girl, but it's so exciting to
see.  With her tiny nails painted black, deep red lipstick with a burgundy
line around it, and blooms of blush on her cheeks.

   Like a doll, she plays with her like a doll, then takes her off to bed.
Face clean, wiped off with cold cream, I tuck it in, and fix up my pants,
but no problem performing for her.  Her mother, with the memory of little
Morgan fresh in my mind.  The image of her, pulling them down.  The
panties, and spreading her legs on the potty so the shear black babydoll
rides up over her fat little puss.  Wet little baby cunt, dripping, then
her mother's back.

   "Hhuh!" I tipped the camera down, "I fixed the mic."

   "Good," she twisted her hips, pulling up her top.  "I can't wait to see
you, for reals." Pulled it up, so her deep matte black dropped over her
black bra.  Spilling out around her shoulders, to not even cover the heavy
fullness cupped in front, then feeling up to squeeze, and shake them in her
hands.  "Uh, god!  I'm so fucking horny now!"

   "Yeah," back out of my pants, I took it slow.  She sat back in her
chair, kicking out the foot rest to put her legs up.  Knees wide open, to
feel the black lace crotch, then slipping her long black nails up.  "Huh,
faster." Disappearing into her panties, "Yeah, fatster, uH!" Pushing them
out, and feeling frantically in.

   Fapfapfapfap!

   She could hear it, eyes closed, but it's about being seen.  Not seeing,
she does it for attention, but it turns her on.  Exhibitionism, but she
shows off her little girl too.  Morgan, taking a bath, even standing up,
her fat arms pulling on the edge of the tub, and the fat puff under her
belly, sticking out like a slpit chin.

   "Uh!  hn!" I couldn't hold it.

   "Hihn!" She sighed, and relaxed.  Her fingers incing slower in her
panties, "HhHhH!" She's got a nice fat puff too, thick lips, waxed smooth,
and hairless as a baby's.  Like Morgan's, all grown up, but i can get into
it, too.  Her mother, for a chance to be alone with her.

   "I'll be there this weekend," just have to load up the RV, "Just have to
tie up some lose ends."

   ;

   Kinsey

   I don't mind, watching Morgan.  At all, Kaye's boyfriend is at work, so
it's fun to tease him.  She likes older men, I guess she always did, went
out with the youth minister in that new-age church when she was 11.

   You could call my bisexual, but really I'm into sickos.  Like Mr Write.
Yeah, like that's not a dead giveaway, "It's for a book!" I read what he
writes about, and his comments online.  Tweets, Facebook, Deviantart, and
Subcultures.net.

   She knows all about sex, Morgan I mean.  We were raised spiritual, but
new-age.  Spent the summers down at the commune, the "Lake" was a pond,
really, but skinny dipping, and running around naked until we drip-dried,
to keep our clothes from getting we, and muddy, but naked bodies are just
natural.  A Christian Camp, but Caycy's named after the father of modern
spiritualism, just like I'm named after the author of the first
comprehensive sex-surveys.

   So, I watched the video, from this morning.  With Morgan on my lap, just
like her momma, but if I'm not mistaken he started early.  Under the desk,
texting to Kay, but looking at Morgan.  I knew, reading his stories, he
tries to say how much he hates them.  Child molesters, but he likes to see
her, half naked.  Playing with himself, then Kay, before she got ready for
work.

   "Mh," she felt between her legs, watching what her mom did.  She calls
her mom, just like my sister called Gertrude, when we're little.

   "Here," I already had my blouse open, but turned the chair.  At the
computer desk, so she could watch while she sucked on her nipple.  I saw
it, what pregnancy put my sister through, and what it did to her body.  No,
thanks.  "Hihn!" I felt down from the hair, to her shoulder.  Her soft
back, and bottom.  Tiny hands still in the front of her panties, just like
her mom.  I switched on the webcam, but just recorded a message, to send
him in chat.

   Of course, I know her password.  The only one she uses, for all her
accounts, but you could tell I'm not her.  I'm not going to say fat, but
she's not as thin as she was before.  I don't have to go through all that,
to be an aunt.  Feel around to rub her tummy.  Pretty fat, she always had a
babyface, but now she really looks even younger, somehow.  Except her Ds,
that should be a clue that she's not a little girl any more, but she
doesn't want to grow up, and I don't blame her.

   I don't want to get knocked up, just to have a baby of my own, but I
moved her hand.  To pull out the front of her black underpants, and feel
inside.

   "Hh," soft on my chest.  My nice little c cups, still perky, with nice
big pink nipples.  No sag, stretch marks, or anything, just her cute little
hands, holding one, pillowed on the other, sitting up, sideways.  In my
lap, turned so you can see her legs spread wider.  My fingers, rubbing
inside.  'Hhhhhhhh..."

   She fell asleep, like that.  While I molested her for her mom's
pedophile boyfriend.  Stopped the video, and sent it, then deleted the
record of the chat.

   You couldn't see me, my face out of the top, with the webcam tiled down
like that.  Just a tease, but guys like that.  I can just imagine, how he's
got to feel, his last day at work.  Quit his job to come see her.  Morgan,
his messages are always careful to talk about her.  But all the pictures of
Morgan, about the clothes she made for her.  The dresses, and costumes, she
dressed up as Morticia, and Wednesday.  Not for halloween, just because she
got some black roses, and clipped off th heads for the Amythistwear vase,
but he got to see the underwear.

   The sexy underwear, on Morgan.  How many 2 year olds get to cosplay
Magenta?  At home, she would never take her out dressed that way, or
publicly post pictures of her on the internet.  Not naked, or dressed sexy,
but you know what magenta wears, in the Rocky Horror Picture Show?

   She likes to look sexy, just like her mom.

   I'm good and randy, to get out the toys.  Suck on the dick, while I work
the vibe in, slowly.  Take my time, to build up to a mind blower, maybe
Morgan will wake up.  Hear me, and come in.  To see me, right when I'm
cumming.

   I'm not a pedophile.  Child molester, sure.  But not because I'm
attracted to children.  I'm really more into their molesters, like that Mr.
W.

   "Yeah!" I wonder what he'd do to see it.  "Nyeah!" Morgan, naked. 
Playing with herself, watching him.  His dick, jerking off.  "Myeah!" Just
like her mom.

   The first time, I molested her, at camp.  Spirit camp, after we went
swimming, and dried off away from the boys.  Giggling, at the way their
things stuck out.  Shrunk in the cold water, then warmed up, and grew,
until they stuck out.

   Looking at me, I was getting boobs, but she was only 7, and still
growing the last of her big girl teeth in.  Already that terrific smile, in
front, but feeling her fresh molars with my tongue, and rubbing the suntan
lotion in.

   All over, her shoulders, and back first.  While she bent over, wringing
out her hair, but left it twisted over her shoulder.  Then her buttocks,
cute little girl buttocks, and down, "Where the sun don't shine."

   "Yeah," she liked that, after seing her first 3 hardons, little twigs,
all at once.  "Oh, yeah!" She stopped shivering, and warmed up.  Got hot,
so she giggled, said the lotion was "Chilly," when I squirted it on her
chest.  To dribble down her belly, then getting her legs.  Good, especially
on the inside, but holding her legs open.  From behind, so my fingers
covered her bare little pussy.  Greasy from all the lotion, and my hands
were downright wrinckled with it, and the lake water.

   "HhuhH!" She just ran off, when I was done, with her.  I heard her
yelling, at the boy playing keepaway with her clothes, but I had plenty of
lotion left.  To put on, my barely budding boobies, my belly, between my
legs.  "HahH!"

   So close.

   "Ont Kinsey?"

   "Oh!" Yes!

   "Can I pway to?"

   "Oh yes!" I sat up.  So close, but then she was up on the bed, went
straight for the nipples, so I let her suck the other one, and buzzed my
clit while the cock plunged in and out of me.

   ;

   The Chauffeur (Duran Duran)

   "Huh!?" I looked around, held the phone down under my desk.  Messenger,
it said Morgan Cacey.  The daughter's account, though she's not old enough
to even write her name.  Her mother tries to show her, it's cute watching
them on the floor with their crayons, but all it said was [Don't tell my
mommy.]

   With Video, but.  Dressed up like Magenta, only without the fright wig,
Bride of Frankenstein, just the negligee, stockings, black panties, and
even a flat little bar.  I got to know ho makes bras for toddlers, it's
driving me nuts, but it's not so much that as, what she was doing.  Playing
with herself, sucking a nipple, but even out the side of a sleeveless
teeshirt.  Well, for one thing, that's something KC would never wear, too
rednecky, really, and Teal?  No, not even close, not all black, but more
than enough, and never anything that bright that isn't red.  Chrimson, or
darker, that's it.  She dyes her hair.  Her black hair blacker, to take out
the highlights.  That Gothic, only now that I look, I can see that she's a
brunette.  Brown hair, dark brown, but not black, not to mention no tattoo
on the side.

   If anything, I'd say younger.  Again, all I can see is 1 boob, out the
side, and Morgan's face, sighing, eyes drooping lower and lower with each
slow blink, then her hand.  Young looking hand, no nails or at least they
don't stick out, but pulling the little arm out of the way to rub her
tummy. Through the shear fabric, black but so thin and light it showed the
underwear through it, and there's just something extra sexy about a little
girl, that young, in Lingerie.  If I knew where I could buy some, I would
for some of the girls around here, but.

   Morgan is special.  I've had lots of girls, over the years, but she's
masturbating at 2, "Huh!" Oh, at first I was thinking maybe it's because
her mom is such an exhibitionist, but.  "Nh!" I just busted in my pants. 
I'm not going to just whip it out at my desk, but she's a child molester!
Not KC, whoever she got to babysit.  Sure, I wrote stories about little
girls being molested by their babysitters, but I never thought they were
realistic.  As hot as the fantasy is, the reality of seeing it, all dressed
up sexy, then falling asleep, playing with herself.  Molesting her in her
sleep.

   "Huh!" I better go get cleaned up, or something.  The movie ended
anyway, but.  Does this mean she knows?  I mean, that's childporn, I know
how to deal with it, and I sure don't want to get caught with it, here at
work, but I really want to watch it again, before I delete it.

   I'm quitting, anyway.  yeah yeah, they say they'll miss me, got a nasty
ass fondant covered cake thing, and everything, but I'm just going to
telecommute.  I'm a webmaster, it's not like I have to be here to watch the
forums, and update the site.  Just sucks that the restrooms are past the
whole call center, so I have to walk past all the operators.  It's
embarrassing, a fresh load of jizz in my pants, and the childporn on my
phone.

   Yeah, I better delete it, but I'll watch it again.

   ;

   Kinsey

   PsiPhi accepted your friend request.

   [Yes?]

   [I'm Kayce's sister.]

   [I figured, from your photos together.]

   [I heard so much about you, so since you're her boyfriend now...]

   [Yeah, I'm on the road right now, but we can talk.]

   [Oh, you want to switch to voice?]

   [Up to you, I can talk, and there's a Voice in this chat program.

   I'm not texting manually, but it's kind of ironic.]

   [Yeah?]

   [Well, yeah.  Talking to my phone, to convert into text, and converting
text into voice, instead of talking on the phone.]

   [Well, I'm going to switch to voice, OK?]

   [Sure]

   "Yello."

   "LOL, you really like Irony!"

   "Yeah, it's funny.  To me, kind of my twisted sense of humor."

   "And puns, a little alliteration."

   "You read that, huh?"

   "Yeah, ha!  It's funny."

   "Well, that's recursive.  It's like irony, only backwards.  Instead of
contradicting, it refers to itself, like the old logic puzzle of the
knights, and knaves."

   "Uh huh?"

   "So, a knight can only tell the truth, while a knave can only lie. 
Therefore, if you ask either of them, they will both say they're a knight.
The knights tell the truth, and the knaves lie, both come up with the same
answer."

   "Oh yeah!  So, what are you wearing?"

   "Uh, Khakis?"

   "Hihehahn!  You are funny."

   "Well, cargo shorts, but military Khakis, not desert camo, or milleneal
hipster wear."

   "Millenials don't wear Khakis!"

   "You would know, but your parents did, around the late nineties, and
early oos.  That's what the millenial hipsters used to wear, with
ponytails, and goatees.  The millenial generation are Scenesters, not
hipsters."

   "What's the difference?"

   "Hipsters have money?"

   "Hey!"

   "I know, but you're not a scenester, either.  Don't worry about it, the
implied joke is you don't have money, because our generations broke the
economy."

   "Mh, hn?"

   ...

   "HhH!"

   "Uh, Kinsey?"

   "Myeah?"

   "You want me to let you go?"

   "Nhoh!  Huh, sorry.  You just have such a sexy voice."

   "Really."

   "Yeah, especially when you talk nerdy.  You want to talk nerdy to me,
some more?"

   "All right.

   ...

   What about?"

   "Sex?"

   "Huhah!  Okay, you're straight, right?"

   "Not even."

   "A lesbian?"

   "Bi, I guess, but I don't care about how you look.  It's what's inside
that counts."

   "Uh!"

   "What?"

   "Nothing, so what's your fantasy?"

   "Honestly?"

   "Yeah."

   "A child molester.

   ...

   Psi?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Did you like the video I sent you?"

   "I got to go."

   [Psi?

   Don't do this to me.

   I'm so close, damnit!

   Fucking tease.]

   ;

   "Psi" {Just FYI, this is not me, but basically a gender swap of my ex
co-author, W.  Of course, if I was a traveling child molester, I would say
that I wasn't.

   Traveling Wilburys (Vol 3) - "Runaway"}

   "Huh!" I just pulled over, but, "PWH!" Mind blown.  I didn't even
suspect, but now that she all but admitted it, I realized that the tips of
hair in the video were the same dark brown.  So, of course.  She lives with
her sister, and both work, so what's the best way to save money on
babysitting?  Aunt Kinsey, of course.  So, Incest, I went flaccid
immediately on the revelation, but I just pulled over at a rest stop.  RV
spaces, basically 2 spaces long, but not to jerk off.  I have to write,
while it's still fresh in my head, but I'm still getting over the
mind-fuck.

   "Hahah, you got me." Yeah, I was played, but it's not like she wants to
bust me.  Now I really wish I saved that video, but she doesn't have to
know I deleted it.  Watched it enough times to have it memorized, but now I
can fill in the details.  Her smiling face, always a big bright grin in the
selfies.  Just like her sister, only grinning instead of the somber affect,
and colorful.

   The good girl, even complained about it.  Mostly in tweets, she hates
that, but really, I think she likes it.  "Of course," the perfect cover, I
know a thing or two about hiding, in closets metaphorically speaking. 
Yeah, I'm bisexual, right.  As long as people think that, and I'm a rape
victim too.  So, I can work at RAINN, ostensibly to help other survovrs,
but moderating the forum is a gold-mine for victims, and even abusers. 
Kicking off trolls, but the archive reports show how they approach them. 
Let's say a little girl, seeking help for what her uncle did to her, so
some guy comes on, and uses it to try and talk her out of her clothes.

   "It will make you feel better," the theory is that enjoying it makes the
trauma go away.  Right, consider the source.  Not therapists, child abusers
playing therapist to get victims to take off their clothes, used to seeing
a penis, with the safety of the internet.  "See, it won't hurt you.  You
can look all you like."

   Which begs the question how women do it?  Well, I've written it plenty
of times, based on the #1 statistically reported sex-crime on the Rape and
Incest National Network.  I compiled them myself, from hotline calls, and
anonymous stories on the forum.  The FBI doesn't even have these
statistics, because they mostly get the ones people report to the Police.
The Criminal records, when most victims don't want to go to the police,
report it to them, only to not be taken seriously.  It's funny, on the
internet, most of the focus seems to be on clergy, but here's the truth:

   Maternal Incest.  If you're a woman, who's into kids, the best way to
get them is to have one.  I have theories about ways that can be twisted,
for normal loving, and caring for your own child into something sick, and
sexy.  Yeah, it's sexy, sexier than a 2 year old in lingerie.  The next
best thing is waiting for a sibling to have kids, and playing the creepy
uncle.  I tried that, too risky.  The problem with it is that when you're
related like that, and maybe staying in their parents yard to visit over
the holidays, they know who you are.  My sister even knows what I am, since
she was basically my first victim.  She remembered, and yet she left me
alone with her daughter.

   Okay, well it's not like I hurt her.  She even admitted that she liked
it, years later when she let me stay there.  With her kids, their friends,
I tried to just get in touch with girls around the neighborhood, but i fell
in love with my niece.

   "Huh!" I only did it once, and it was so wonderful, but now they have no
idea where I am.  I'm homeless, or I live in an RV, but the great thing
about that is I can move with the turn of a key.  I guess the temptation is
a runaway, kidnapping an at risk girl, with what I know I could probably
tell her how to make it look like a runaway.  Or fake a suicide, that
works, if I can get a body, and just burn the house down so they have
remains.

   Which means killing a girl.  "Yeah!" Snuff.  "Huh!" Okay, now I can get
it up, but I think I have the outline of a good story here.  Just need to
name a few characters, real quick, then I can jerk off.

   Another advantage of living like this is that i don't have to hurry.  I
have all the time in the world, but what name haven't I used, for my little
runaway?

   "Right," Shannon.  I mean i used it, but can't really call her Del
Shannon.

   I got connection, so i'll just put that on.

   "Yeah."

   Real quick...

   ;

   [AllieKinsey@Etsy.com

   "Huh!" Well, I finally got off, no thanks to you.  Sorry if I scared
you, but I'm one too.  I'm not going to say what, but this account is
pretty low profile, for that sort of thing.  If you want to sell some, I
just have to tie a bow around some stuff, and send it as a gift basket, or
whatever, but you know where the real money is.  Don't you, Psi?

   Don't let my sister lie to you, she's not really all that savy about
internet things outside of like aps.  Killer at snapchat, but when it comes
to Security, she doesn't even change her passwords until I remind her to.
I'll just assume that because of who you are, and what you do, you know
about rotating sites.  I know you liked my movie, but really, you can get
that kind of stuff all over the place.

   If you take a look at my site, you'll see I'm a seamstress.  Kinda nice,
with having a fetish model for a sister, but you've seen some of my other
work.  Right?  In the video, it turns out that little emmy is really into
cosplay.  Especially characters she likes, like Magenta, and Wednesday, I'm
happy to help her.  Play dressup, change into the clothes I made for her,
and taking her measurements.

   A chip off the old block, some girls like Frozen, others like
Maleficent. You know how it is, but if you want to order something special,
to see on your favorite model, I know her sizes.  Then maybe we can play
dressup with you, later this week, even?  I'll let you know the pricing
when I get the request.]

   ;

   Psi

   "You've got mail!"

   "Read it."

   I listened, for a couple miles.

   "Close Gmail."

   "App Closed."

   "Huh!" Think.  I can dictate another document, but I really think better
writing than talking.  It sounds like, pretty explicietely if you read
between the lines, she offering to make lingerie.  For Morgan, cute little
2 year old Morgan, which answers that question.

   She's another child molester, no doubt.  Interesting MO, some guys buy
lingerie to get girls to wear it.  Fulfill their fantasy, role-play, though
you hear about the wife putting on her old cheerleader uniform, or dressing
up like a schoolgirl.  I have to admit, a little girl acting like her
fetish model mom is a sexy fucking alternative.  Not that I blame her,
Kacey for exposing her to that, even so young.

   She always makes sure to put her down for a nap, or it's late at night
before she really gets dirty, but she has a terrific body, and she's not
shy about it.  Histrionic is what the Shrinks call it, but the Psychiatric
Community is as hampered as the Police, and FBI.  They rely on unreliable
reports, it's very difficult to get open, and honest accounts of sex abuse,
because we lie to our victims.  Most of us lie to ourselves, victims go
into denial and rationalize it before seeking help, often years before they
actually tell the whole story by then, and they had the nitemares so long
they can't always tell exactly how it happened from the weird things the
mind does to try to make it rational.

   It isn't, it's sex abuse and trauma.  I know most abusers report being
abused, but we make excuses.  I never was, I just heard about Stranger
Danger, and TBPH gave up on consensual sex.  I was so bad at it, talking to
girls my age that by the time I got confident, and charming, I already had
years of experience molesting children.  It's just that smile, easy once
you know how, so you don't have to worry about the friendzone, their
boyfriends, just their parents, and what little they told them about sex.

   The sheltered ones are usually easier.  Well, okay the previous victims
are the easiest, or they can be depending on how they were abused, but
that's for men.  We're taught to watch out for men, boys may try to get in
your pants, but that's normal unless it's gay.  Women have it easy,
especially the ones that are lucky enough that their little sisters get
pregnant in high school, drop out, and have to stay with them to avoid
paying a babysitter so she can go work.

   "Huh!" I got to take care of my nieces, a few times, but just being the
uncle makes it creepy.  Okay, for my litle sister, because she remembers me
molesting her, but, I wonder how many customers she has?  Making sexy
clothes for little girls, of course they can send in their measurements,
but pictures, too?  Almost legal childporn, okay they're not naked, and
while it is sexually provacative, that's all the law really says about it,
when all you need for her to say is "I want pretty underwear, like
mommy's." Bras, I never in a million years even fantasized seeing a 2 year
old in a bra, but she's still chubby enough with babyfat, it even fits her.
Makes her look obscenely pregnant with her tummy sticking out.

   "Call from, Allie."

   "Answer."

   "Hey."

   "Hey yourself, feel a little better?"

   "Yeah, sorry I got so crazy, texting you like OAG."

   "Over-Attached Girlfriend?" The meme.

   "Yeah, it was just so frustrating."

   "Well, voice is more secure than sext.  It's harder to search for
keywords, but you said something about prices?"

   "Yeah, Lingerie."

   "Doesn't matter who it's for, but.  I'm running a little late, had to
pull over a while back."

   "Hihihn!  I bet!"

   "Yeah, umh.  I never really got into phone sex, TBPH I never really
cared for talking on the phone.  Even back in the analog days, when
wireless ment it had a base, and you could't leave the house with it."

   "Oh, you mean cordless phones.  I got one of those.  My sister said
you're in Network Security?"

   "I work with security companies, but mostly do datamining, and
information processing."

   "Oh."

   "It's not really that complicated, I just set up a spreadsheet.  The
software does most of the work, you just have to know how to set up the
equations." She said talk dirty, but IDK if that was just to turn me on. 
Say she's attracted to it, since I'm nerdy, that makes me feel attractive.
I get the feeling it's business for her, "You in sales?"

   "Not really, I mean I sell stuff online, but it's a front."

   "Yeah, but you were, you used to sell, let me guess, clothes?"

   "Okay, smarty pants.  I guess you want me to ask how you know that, but
it's obvious.  Not like I put those on my profiles, but yeah.  I used to
work at Victoria's Secret."

   "So, you thought you saw an untapped market?"

   "No, I just made clothes for my sister, and Em."

   "Yeah?" I LOLed, "So, you picked up on the fantasy real quick." It
worked.  "You're manipulative."

   "Huh, yeah?  You know, you kind of have to be, to do what we do." Molest
children, "And get away with it."

   "Yeah, me too.  So, if you don't mind, if I manipulate you, since you're
trying to manipulate me."

   "FFS, trying?  Hahaha, you tried, first.  You're manipulating Kay, to
get your dirty little hands on Emma."

   "Yeah," I took a deep breath, "Huh!" you're right, "I just, to be clear.
We're both using eachother."

   "Yeah," she sent a picture, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

   I tore my eyes back to the road.

   "Like this?"

   "Mh, yes.  It looks, nice."

   "Yeah, but you don't want to see them on me."

   "No, I do.  Huh, you know I'm KC's boyfriend now, right?"

   "Hihenhuh!  She changed her relationship status last week.  Of course,
that's what makes it fun!"

   "You have your fantasies too."

   "Well, I hope I will.  Have my fantasy cum true.  In a couple days."

   "What's that?"

   "Hurry up."

   She hung up.

   "Huh!" I need to think, anyway.  Not that there's any way to keep score,
but she's winning.  That round, anyway.  "All right." I gripped the wheel,
and watched the spedometer.

   Don't get there any quicker if I get pulled over.

   I know her schedule, though.  If I drive a little later, and camp at a
differen spot, I can get there on her day off.  While KC has to work, and
Allie has to watch her niece.

   "Huh!" Not a lot of trucks.  The only ones tall enough to look down,
through my windshield from the cabs, and see what I'm doing.  I'll just
keep an eye out, until I beat off.

   "Huh, yeah." Real quick, I don't have to pull over for that, and it's
kind of exciting.  At 80 MPH, just 5 over in the passing lane anyway. 
Almost 10 tons of everything I own, if I crash it will probably end it
pretty painlessly, but I can think about that Trailer Trash story I started
working on.

   "Nghuh!  Yeah!" Just keep your eyes open, the 8' wide body between the
lines, and, "Smq," glance back and forth at the mirrors.  "Smoq, huh!" Lick
my lips, and fix my pants.

   "Yeah," I can get half a day ahead, even a couple hours behind, I can
speed a little, without getting stopped.

   .

   {Just a quick note, the following is sent to him, in her continuing
campaign to tease him.  Directly to Gmail, I'm just not going to make up
addresses for every single one.}

   .
To: [Psiberzerker@Gmail.Com]

   [You like Stories?

   [Sext Education

   "Hihihm!" I showed my friends, "Who's that!"

   "My boyfriend," I swiped to the next, "Ooops," and the next, "Here it
is, hard."

   "Wait, go back."

   "Uh," I held my phone away, "Is that you!?"

   "Well, yeah." shrug, "I had to send something to get him hard."

   "Are you guys doing it?"

   "No," I giggled, "Just sexting." I turned away to hide the nude Selfy,
and swiped to the next picture.  "Here's his cum."

   "Hiheha!"

   "Is it big?"

   "Yeah, we can't tell." Crowding over my shoulders in the restroom, I
shrugged again.

   "I don't know, what's big?"

   "Like six inches, or bigger.  I think."

   "I told you, I never seen it.  IRL."

   "Well, next time tell him to hold up a ruler, or something."

   "Okay," I shrugged, "Besides, you know size isn't everything." I held up
2 fingers, "I mean, anything bigger then this." wiggled them, "Is big
enough for me."

   "Girls?" The janitor knocked, "I need to clean this out." I shut down my
phone, and we giggled on the way out.  All the way out of the school.  "He
goes to public school."

   "Well, obviously he doesn't go here." Irina held out her uniform skirt.

   "Where'd you get that nice underwear?"

   "You like it?" On the way across the parking lot.

   "Yeah," Jezi looked around, and whispered, 'It's hot AF.' For As Fuck.

   "I know, right?"

   "Can we come over, to your house?"

   "Sure," after school, I live the closest, "Come on."

   "You're hot AF."

   "Yeah," I laughed, "I know.  You too!"

   "Ow!" she jumped at the swat, "Ihihihn!"

   "You want to give him a show?"

   "What kind of show?"

   "You know, a 3 way show?"

   "Yah, that'd be hot."

   "I'll text him."

   "Can he cum over?"

   "Really!?" I shook my head, "You know my folks."

   "Why don't you sext him?"

   "Yeah, come on." Jezi pulled my arm, so we ducked around the corner. 
Real quick, it's kind of a dead-end, but the bushes block it from anyone
nearby.  "Say cheese!" She bent over, and flipped her skirt up.  So, Iry
got down with me, and we posed, grinning next to her pantie clad butt.

   [CLICK!]

   [Hey Babe.

   OMG who that!]

   I tapped back, [U no, my friends?]

   I opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out.

   [CLICK!]

   Irina touched her tongue to mine.

   [CLICK!]

   [OMG that's so hot!]

   [They want to see it.]

   [What?]

   [UR Dick?  Hold up a ruler or something.

   They want 2 see how big it is.]

   [I got a Redbull can, hang on a sec.]

   RealIry stood up, [Here's mine.] With her phone.

   "Six inches?" I squinted.

   "Six and a half."

   [Harry sent a Picture]

   "Ooh!" Jesi giggled, "Are you doing it?"

   "Just sexting," Iry blushed and looked away.

   "You Liar."

   [They want your #?]

   [Okay.]

   "Here," I typed it in her Contacts, and gave it back.

   "Where's 919?" [Irina wants to join the Chat.]

   Accept.  "North Carolina."

   "How do you go out?"

   "He stays with his dad on the weekends?"

   [Babe, what do they think?]
[Irina: Here's Mine

   Irina sent a Picture.]

   [WTF!?] She LOLed.

   "There divorced."

   "Duh?" I nodded, "There Protestant."

   "Hold up." She bent over, and spread her legs to snap an Upskirt.

   [Irina sent a Picture]

   [That's more like it!]

   [We're gonna be pornstars!]

   [When you're 18.  How old RU?]

   [17]

   "You liar." She giggled when I pushed her shoulder.  "In about 5 years!"

   "Yeahbut, he doesn't N2K that." For Need 2 Know.

   "I wish I had a boyfriend."

   "Yeah, and a phone!  Chat makes it so much easier."

   "Here," she unbuttoned her dress, "Show him these!" I giggled, right out
on the street, and snapped the pick of her bra.

   [CLICK!] "What size are you?" [36 Ds]

   "I said Cs!"

   "Yeah, but lie to him, it gets him off quicker.

   [Bae.  Baby?]

   ...

   [Harry sent a picture]

   "Hihin!  Why's it so little?"

   "He got off," I pointed out the cum, "It shrinks when they do that."

   [Hold up the can again.]

   "IRI!"

   She ROFLed.

   [Harry Sent a Picture]

   "No, I mean why so little cum?" She squinted, "And isn't it supposed to
be white?"

   [How many times you jerk off today?] "Oh, he probably just cummed to
much."

   "Yeah, it gets runny, and clear after too many."

   "I thought you just sexted?"

   "Well," she pumped her fist, "Handjobs don't count."

   [4, no 5.  Sorry, had to wash up.]

   "Slut!" Jesi giggled.
[Irina: It's cute after.]

   [Yeah?  U like it?]

   [Oh yeah.]

   [U need to take a pic, every time.

   Save it for me, or send a pic.]

   [Okay, sorry.]

   "Why's he called Hairy?"

   "He shaves."
[Irina: LOL, "Hairy."]

   [Yeah.]
[Irina: YU Shave?]

   "He wears panties."

   "Get out!"

   [They want to see Ur panties!]

   [K, BRB.]

   "It takes a while." I shrugged.  [Put them on.]

   We got to my house, anyway.

   "How did you meet him?" I dropped my keys in my purse.

   "Went out with his big brother."

   "Uh!"

   "Slut!"

   "Haha, yeah."

   ;

   Jesi (Gm Text NS)

   [I hope you don't mind, but Deirdre gave me your E-mail.  I don't have a
phone, but really I prefer stories to pictures, anyhow.  I don't have a
webcam, neither.  I swear, my folks are stuck in the 90s.  There like
Hipsters, from the 90s, I have a Pager!

   Um, if you don't mind, I don't need you sending pics.  It's okay, but
just so you know, I'm gay so they don't do anything.  Which isn't to say
you aren't cute, all dolled up, especially with your Cheerleader outfit. 
Where did you ever get one that fits you, OMG lol.  It's actually kinda
hot.

   You know, for a guy.  I don't mind, showing off.  I mean, I did send my
butt, and my bra.  The girls know, but.  I don't want to change our
relationship, you know?  I don't go out with friends, I mean date them,
romantically.  I seen enough people make that mistake, I'm just gonna pass
on that.

   In case you're wondering, that's why I had to "Go to the bathroom," for
the shoot yesterday.  I know you can keep a secret, being a transvestite,
and all.  I have a girlfriend, Mili's sister, Deirde.  Well, sort of. 
She's like, Autoerotic, but really Exhibitionistic.  That means she doesn't
really like sex, with anyone else.  She does it to show off, but she really
likes showing off.

   Narcissist, I mean she calls it Narcissism.  She's proud of it, so she
wants Mili to catch us, together.  I saw the video, they're too busy, so
just don't spoil the surprise.  Kay?  So, anyway, she knows I'm gay too,
but since she's in love with herself, we just blow off steam.  Big mistake,
feels, and I'm expecting mondo drama when it comes out.  Also, she's like
19, and I'm only 13.  I didn't think you believed I was 17, with my little
A cups.

   I kind of like showing off, too.  To straight guys, you know the "Can we
watch?" thing?  Yeah, well Irina's pornstar fantasy.  Huh, you know I don't
know.  My heart doesn't know who to fall in love with, but.  I feel so
lonely sometimes, isn't that weird, for an intorvert?  I mean, I want to be
seen, but don't want to talk to anyone.  I can't stand people, but I want
to fall in love.  I'm a lesbian, but the idea of a guy watching us.

   Okay, that's like the ultimate fantasy, actually.  Not naked, but I mean
Bondage.  I read this story, Mili wrote about this child molester.  Only
instead of raping him, the two girls tye him up, and make us watch us make
love to eachother.  Only I'm the Bad Girl, so you know.  All the spanking,
and.

   Huh, they can't spank me, at school, but that's another oxymoron. 
That's my sexuality, everything contradicts everything else, but anyway. 
You know I'm Catholic, right?  Well, growing up gay, in a Parochial school,
with the uniforms, and.  I don't even know how I can use Catholic and
Lesbian together in the same sentence, but.

   It's just all so confusing.  I mean, I just came out, and since I
started hanging out with Jesi and Mili.  And making love to Deir on the
side.]

   ;

   Drivin'

   "Meow?" I copied that from Cayce.

   "Mornin' sunshine." I yawned, checked the clock.

   "You're drivin'?" I could hear it.

   "Yeah, should be there in the morning." When she has to go to work.

   "It's like 4 AM."

   "Yeah, nice thing about camping out is I don't have to worry about
checkout times."

   "Yeah," I lay back, "You woke me up." Kicked off my shorts, and
underwear.  "Naked," pulled up my nightshirt.  "Huh!  What are you
wearing?"

   "Same shorts.  Not like I've been doing much lately, just driving, so I
got a shower, and changed my underwear."

   "Boxers, or briefs?"

   [PsiPhi Sent a picture.]

   "Nice!" Panties.  "So, you are trans?"

   "Maybe transvestite, a little.  Huh!  You like phone sex."

   "Not as much as the real thing, but can you do video?"

   "Not live, driving in and out between towers on the interstate corridor,
it's not consistent enough for streaming."

   "Video is better."

   "Well, I'm recording, but I'll have to compress, and upload it later. 
When I stop for breakfast, probably."

   I listened, for the sound of him beating off, but all I heard was the
road.

   ..

   "Are you,"

   "Yeah.  Huh, here's another tower cumming up."

   ...

   [PsiPhi sent a Clip.]

   20 seconds, but we agreed, to tease eachother.

   "Huhaha, you accused me of teasing."

   "You were!"

   "Yeah, you like it."

   "Yeah?" well, "You too!"

   "It's fun, I guess, different."

   "You look so pretty in your panties.  Or your hardon, you like to rub it
in, your panties?"

   "Hayeah, of course.  You're a bad girl, huh."

   "Of course not, I'm the good girl.  Ask anyone."

   "Yeah, I saw how bad you were, the other day.  You act the good girl, so
your sister got in all the trouble?"

   "She acted out," I nodded, "Ever since I molested her."

   SKRH!

   "Huh!"

   "Hold on there."

   "NGH!"

   "Try not to get in a wreck."

   "Huh, hun!"

   "Try to get here in one piece." I hung up.

   Won that round, 2.

   ;

   Sub {FM Cont...}

   "Bitch!" Almost got me killed.  "Huh!  I love it." She can't hear me,
but i get it.  "Forcing me to have phone sex." SMH, she can write, I can't.
Not without pulling over, it's been hours, so she knows it.

   "Hurry," she said, I can't wait to get there, and I can't pull over to
write, so I have to talk.  I can't think, just feel this sexual
frustration, and jerk off on the road.

   "So," {MM Fant.} "Trucker, HOOONK!" Sees my panties, rubbing off in
them, then pulling it out, so it's not wasted.  While juggling the wheel.
"Cayce Jones you better, watch your speed!"

   Only nowadays it would be meth.  Yeah, tweaked out, to stay up, they
don't really care.  It's sex, something to break up the monotony of a long
drive, day after day, hey!  There's a little fagot, got an RV and
everything, I just got off, but maybe there's a closed Weigh station ahead,
without the gates across it so we can just pull over.  Tuck in behind the
trailer, but I got a bed back there.  Hell, a bathroom, well shower, with
the tanks empty for fuel exonomy.  "Woah!" Take my foot off the gas, those
trees would be the perfect place to set up a speed trap, but balancing on
the edge.

   A straight edge, narrow enough to cut you, the tirck is not getting
noticed.  "Hah!" The opposite of my haloween costume.  "I'm a Serial
Killer." In a 3 button golf tee, pulled over khaki dockers with a cheap
haircut.  As normal and suburban as i can get.  "I dress up all year,"
Rivethead, "So, I let the normals have their night."

   She gets it, Cayce.  That's her real name, after Edgar Cayce, raised by
new age Christians.  Then molested by her sister, she didn't lie about
that. For the fantasy, but how old?  She can write, just like a child
molestor.  In details you would not know, and she's her sister!

   "Oh!" Wipe the image of blowing a big flannel Santa in a gas station
stall.  Okay, that's a memory, or several stuck together into a stereotype,
but it's true, Truckers are easy, and desperate.  Invented the Glory Hole,
and that kind of life attracts gays.  Child molestors too, but it's not for
me.  I like the perks, but I couldn't do it for a living.  Casual RVer is
better cover for me, and less flattening to my ass.  I swear, it'll look
like the face of an anvil after just these 2,700 miles, but, "Huh!"

   "Yeah," 3 times is a pattern.  She's getting off, making me jerk off, on
the phone, driving.  She'll probably change it up next, but did she read,
everything?

   She made multiple allusions to my stories.  Several different stories,
some of them years old, so that's how she did it.  Learned my fantasies,
well enough to emulate the latest ones.  She made fun of my Speling.  I got
parodied, and while it's sexily humiliating, I never had anyone do that
before.  Care enough about my work to learn it.  Write like me, to tease
me, knowing I'll be in a sexual frenzy when I get there.

   Is she protecting, Morgan?  "Holy, shit!?" When was the last time I even
thought about her?  "Well," I mean this morning, but I stopped, and went
back to thinking about Her.

   "Her." Yeah, capital Her.

   i can't wait to get to Her.

   ;
   {Working on it...}