Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This one is for Lesli W.  Who really helped a lot with the inspiration, and
the particulars.  Thanks.
Leitmotif: Zhala - Slippin Around (Video)

   Susan (Fg Pott Piss Horr)

   "Mith Soozan?"

   "Yes, Zhala?"

   "CanI go poddy?"

   "Come along." I waved to my assistant, pointed to my eyes, and waved at
the playground.  Took her in while she went out to keep an eye on them.

   "You need help?"

   "Uh uh." I turned around, and listened to the tinkles stop.

   "Nh, nh!"

   "What are you doing!"

   "Nh, nh!" Some children, that age, touch themselves between their legs.
It's natural, curiosity I suppose, but the way she was touching herself was
decidedly unnatural, so I had to pull her hands out.  Her wet hands.  "Stop
that."

   "Why?"

   "It's dirty."

   "I hafta wipe!"

   "Not like that, use some paper."

   "Nh, nh!" She was bright red as well, I've been working with Pre-K for
years, almost a decade, and even I was not aware that they could get
aroused so young!

   "That's enough." I pulled her hands out, once again.

   "But I'm weawy weawy wet!" Yes, because she had been playing with her
urine, and it got all over her legs as well.

   "Now you're dirty, so wash your hands." I pulled up her underpants, and
snapped her onesy.  Then pulled up her shorts, but I suppose she was dry
enough.  "Zhala," I led her out, "Why don't we talk a while." Before her
mother comes to pick her up.  End of the day, but sometimes we have to work
late, when something comes up.  So, I sat down with her.  "Who showed you
how to do that?"

   "Mommy."

   "Did she show you to play with the pee, like that?"

   "Uh uh."

   "Did someone show you to play with your pee pee like that?"

   "Uh huh, Mawy."

   "Mary Hamlin?"

   "Who?"

   "Mary," I picked her up, "from class." Pointed out the window.

   "No, Marie'may my sister." She said Thither, but she has a childish
lisp. Her palate hasn't yet fully formed, but I'm used to it, and
automatically translate in my head.

   "Does she play with your pee pee, like that?"

   "How?"

   "Does she touch your pee pee, and make you feel uncomfortable?"

   "No, she kiss'tet," she giggled, "It tickels!"

   "She kisses you.  Here?" I picked up a doll, and pointed.

   "Uh huh!"

   "Does she make you kiss her there too?"

   "Uh huh!"

   "Well, I am going to have to speak with your mother about this, but you
should never do that.  It's very very naughty."

   "Why?"

   "It's incest."

   "Why?"

   "Because she's your sister.  You must never, ever do anything like that
with anyone in your family.  Not your sister, nor your mother, or anyone."

   "Okay."

   "Good," I set her down, and held the door.  "Now go play."

   I felt dirty, just touching her.  Even after she washed her hands, and
my hands, but they still felt filthy.  But I wrote up an incident report,
and watched through the window for their car.

   ;

   Barbara {Lietmotif: Modest Moussourgski - Baba Yadga's Hut (Pictures at
an Exhibition.)}

   "May I speak to you a moment, Barbara?"

   "Call me Baba." She followed me in, "What's this about?"

   "All right, Baba."

   "What's this about?"

   "Well," In my office, "Close the door.  Now, Shalla's not in any
trouble, however I caught her doing some disturbing things, and when I
asked her about it, she said some things that suggest an improper
relationship with her sister."

   "Zhala." She corrected, not for the first time, and rolled her eyes,
"Well, Mahre's gone." How she says it.

   "Where?"

   "Pre-med, but what sort of things are we talking about."

   "Well, I said that they were disturbing, so you might want to sit down."

   I stopped pacing, but.  "Sexual things."

   "Yes, I took her to the restroom, where I witnessed her playing with the
urine."

   "Well," It could have been worse, "How did she say her sister was
involved."

   "She said she showed her how to, touch herself.  And kissed her.  In her
privates."

   "Kay zhala I suv shay zhala wi o thay!" She swore to herself, in
tongues.

   "Huh?"

   "My daughter is disturbed.  I wasn't aware how disturbed, nor that my
youngest was, mimicing her behavior, but I caught her before."

   "And you didn't stop it?"

   "Calm down,"

   "I would appreciate at least some warning before you expose my business
to anything like this, you understand that in light of recent events," No
doubt the childporn ring that was recently discovered, and all the sexting
they still don't have a handle on in the jr., and high schools.

   "I'm sorry!" Don't start crying, "Huh!  Calm down, and let me explain.
Jesus, I just told you I had no idea that it was any where near this," Now,
what's the word, "Anywhere near, this.  That it had gone that far."

   "Well," she sat back down, "What did you know?"

   "My daughter is a Lesbian." Much to my distaste, "I didn't think much of
it at the time, but all I ever really witnessed was her playing with
herself.  Zhala was there, but thank God she was just asleep in her crib. I
scolded her, severely, and I thought that was the end of it."

   "But then?  That sounds like there's a but then in there."

   "But now you tell me she's acting out sexually, and I have to talk to
her about what exactly she did to her." My own daughter, to her own sister!
It's a nightmare, I don't even want to think about it, but now I feel like
a bad mother for letting it go this far under my own roof, and I don't even
know how far it has gone, but I can't afford to hide it any longer.  For
Zhala's sake.  "Huh!"

   "Well, I'll bring her in, if you'll wait here, I do have some experience
dealing with incest survivors." She closed the door.

   "Hih hih hih hihn!" My hands shook, and looked bleached white.  I just
wanted to flee, or at least get out of this office, where there's a window,
or just be outside where there's fresh air instead of these bright painted
cinderblock walls closing in on me, and I can just imagine the ceiling
tiles falling to crash down and crush me.

   ;

   Miss Susan (FFg NS Talk.  fg Ince Mole Mnem)

   I led her back to the building, and stopped at the door.  "Harriet,
would you mind seeing the rest of the charges off, and cleaning up while I
deal with this parent?"

   "Yes, of course Ms.  Susan." She let held the door, and let it close to
keep watch.  Thank goodness it hasn't gotten any farther than this, I
wouldn't want to expose her to any of this, she's still young, and just
starting.  It's hard enough to get good childcare workers like her, and I
wouldn't want her put off of her career when it hasn't even yet started,
but she's quite honestly a blessing.

   I grabbed a seat for her.  "Now," held the door, "Go ahead and sit down,
Zhala.  Would you like to tell your mother what you told me about playing
with your sister before she left for college?"

   "Well, Mawy loves me.  I love her, and she kissed me, and I miss her."

   "Of course, sweety, now tell us about how you played together, when she
was alone with you."

   "Uh!' she thinks, "She playt poddy?" I nodded, looked to her mother, who
didn't even try to conceal her disgust.

   "I know this is hard for you."

   "I know, we have to do this, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

   "No," how could she, "Of course not." Turn back to Zhala, "So, tell me
about playing potty."

   "Well, mommy show me, I know how to poddy, but she like to play."

   "With the potty."

   "She is the poddy." She nodded.

   "Oh." I blinked, took a minute, and rubbed my nose.  "Huh!" I shook my
head, hesitated to "go on."

   "So, the kist me, then I kist her, then she shook and said.  'Uh uh
uh'!"

   "When you kissed her."

   "Hew thpot."

   "Spot?"

   "Uh huh?" She got up, and pulled her shorts down.  "See?" bending over.

   "That won't be necessary." before she unsnapped her jumper to show me,
"Zhala, pull up your pants, and sit back down." I got up, and picked up my
purse.  "If you don't mind," pulled out my pack, "I just need some fresh
air."

   "Can I come too?" Baba got up.

   "Come along, why don't we go for a walk," and get this horror out of my
school.  Light up as soon as we get around the building, where the children
can't see.

   "You smoke."

   "Not around the children.  And I wash my hands, but I haven't had one
all day" since lunch break.

   "It's all right, can I have one?"

   "Yes, of course."

   "Now, Zhala, this is a bad habit, I don't want you to think it's okay,
but us grownups need.  Something.  Right now."

   "Why?"

   "Because what you're talking about is upsetting."

   "Sex?" She nodded.  "Uh!" She looked confused.  "Grownups have sex." She
shook her head.

   Her mother covered her mouth with one hand, and put up 2 fingers.  Like
a Satanist.  lmL

   "Yes, but we're not very comfortable with children talking about sex."

   "Or my daughters molesting eachother!"

   "Yes," I held up the smoke, "Hold this." Squatted down, and held her
shoulders.  "Now, Zhala.  What your sister did to you was not sex.  It was
wrong, she never should have, and she is in a lot of trouble now, because
of it."

   "She's studying to become a Pediatric Ob/Gyn."

   "Huh!" I stood up.  Took my smoke back.  "Yes.  Whooh!  Of course she
is."

   "I thought she was," She looked.  "H.o.m.o..."

   "I think your daughter has already been exposed to that." I rolled my
eyes.  She just looked down at her.  I can't imagine, what it must be like
for her.

   "Child molestors often chose careers where they can gain access to
children.  I don't believe your daughter is Homosexual.  That's a natural
sexuality, when the participants are both old enough for informed consent."

   "It's a sin."

   "You're Christian."

   "Orthodox."

   "Yes, well even if you believe it is a sin, it's still not outright
abuse.  Let god sort them out when they die, but for now I'm in charge of
children.  Here, on Earth.  So, you understand if I can't allow Zhala to
continue enrollment at my school."

   "You're not, a." She whispered, 'lesbian.  Are you?" Those devil hors
again, she didn't even look down, or appear to be aware of it.

   "No, of course not."

   "However, you're unmarried, at your age." She frowned, suspiciously, "It
is miss Susan is it not?"

   "Divorced.  Huh!" I rolled my eyes, "I'm barren." You happy?  "My
husband left me, because I couldn't bear his children, and I haven't been
able to find a man that will have me."

   "So, that's why you went into childcare." I never, smoke so much.  Maybe
2 packs a week, but I got another one out, and lit it from the butt, I was
so traumatized by this.

   "No.  I didn't know until after I started teaching.  I always wanted
children, but.  Huh!  That's why all of this is so traumatic for me." Pre-K
because I don't have to suffer watching them grow up.  I only have them a
year, I can send them off to school, but I can't bear to watch other women
with their children.  Happy, watching them grow.  "It's just too much!" So,
I had to go back to the bench, by the door, and cry.

   Fortunately, they drove off, and I never saw them again.

   I wish that was the end of it...

   ;

   Harriet (f Solo fg CP ZooK.)

   "Huh!" I knew it was a bad idea.  Having Zhala come here, or I
suspected, but I couldn't resist.  I love her, and ever since Mahare' left,
I just miss her so much it's nice to have her around.  Take her to go
potty, and play with her like we used to when we watched her together.  It
was a stupid risk, but we do stupid things when we're in love, and honestly
there was no way to bring it up without exposing myself.

   I am a Nepiophile.  Sorry.  I have a son, from the one time I had sex
with a man, but that's all it took to realize I am not heterosexual.  I'm
not even homosexual, the 1 woman I ever loved was only truly possible,
because she introduced me to what I truly love.

   Little girls, very little girls, infants, and toddlers.  It's just no
fun once they start talking too well.  I suppose it's because they can't
say too much, so it's safer.  I personally believe they don't even remember
us abusing them if it stops before they're about 4, or 5.  Do you remember,
anything before Kindergarten?  Do you even remember Kindergarten that well?
What was your teacher's name?  Did she have an assistant?  Name one
classmate's name.

   All right, I'm not going to lie to you, it's abuse, and I don't want to
get caught.  I just can't stop, and I go nuts if I go too long without the
company of a cute chubby little girl.  I do it for me, it's selfish, and I
can't even say there isn't any lasting harm, but I don't hurt them.  I
never hurt one of them, and they forget about it long after they are gone.

   I just can't stop, I love it too much.  I can just count myself lucky
that she fingered her sister, figuratively.  She fingered me too,
literally, and even fisted both of us.  But now she's gone, I will never
see her again, and it's time to go on with my life.  Fortunately, that
didn't happen until after I got a job at a daycare.  I feel a little guilty
for my boss, however.

   She didn't sign up for this, I do care about her, and it pains me to see
any fallout from my sexual deviance.  Not to mention I have to see her
every day, and I'm sure she'll be a wreck for days, just watching her cry.
Out front, chainsmoking to judge from the pile of butts in the ashtray. 
So, with all but the last child gone, I said "Come along Harry," and locked
up.

   "Are you all right?" I sat next to her.

   "Miss Susan,"

   "Yes, Harry."

   "You need a hug." I helped him up, into her lap, and for once she held
him while she cried.

   "Snh!  Thank you Harry."

   He's not, he's only 5, but thank God I didn't have a daughter!  I never
seriously considered doing anything like that to him, or with him.  Soon he
will be ready for Kindergarten, and I can start college.  That's the main
problem I have with incest.  Other than the risk of pregnancy, which
wouldn't be a problem for me, what happens when they get too old?  What if,
for the sake of argument, little Harriet turned 6, and I stopped being able
to love her?

   I couldn't do that to my child.  I'm just, so lucky, that I never have
to deal with that.  And I was able to find a job where I can watch him,
instead of having to deal with work, and day care, then next fall I can
start going to school to get certified.  So, I can continue working in
childcare, with experience, and find a job to be happy for the rest of my
life.

   "Call me." I led him off to the car, "Or I'll call you.  I'm sure you'll
feel better if you talk about it, but let me get junior home."

   "Yes, of course." She stubbed out the last one, and went to her car.

   I'm sorry.  I wish I could tell her, but I can't.  Not while I have it,
going so good.  I truly am sorry, but I'm not going to risk the rest of my
life over it.

   Maggie piddled all over her cage, of course.

   "Wockies!"

   "Yes!  Walkies!" I let her out.

   And a puppy.  I learned from the best, that finding little girls is as
easy as giving candy to a baby.  I just don't like the sticky sweetness as
much.  She used it to cover up the taste of urine, until she got used to
it. I think, I know her pretty well after 5 wonderful years as lovers, but
I miss her.  "Huh!" I buckled him into the stroller, and gave him the leash
to hold, while she trotted ahead.

   Didn't have to stop, to piddle.  Of course, coming home late, she
couldn't hold it, but she did stop to check the pee mail.

   "Puppy!"

   You know what's even easier than giving candy to a baby?  Walking a
puppy by the playground.  Bored housewives, boring too no doubt.  They
don't even get up, but there's a little darling.

   "Hey," I got out my phone, "You sure love puppies!"

   "Uh huh!" I had the bench to myself, and the crowd of children as a
distraction.

   "Huh huh huh!" Maggie loved it too, and my son.  He always makes lots of
friends.

   "You want to see some pictures of puppies?" She looked back at the orgy,
"Just you and me." I patted the bench.  So, she doesn't have to fight them,
lots of older girls too, just 1 puppy to share.  Like a gangbang, but
Maggie loves it.

   "Look." She turned her head.

   "What she do?" Tilted it.

   Why, licking a little girl, between her legs of course.  Childporn,
proof that there's much worse pedophiles out there.  Something I would
never do, of course, and the girl in the photos looks about 8, or 9.  "She
really loves puppies."

   Swipe it, to the next photo.  Obviously in heat, if you know what to
look for.  Tail up, swollen, and wet, the girl doesn't have to hold it. 
She does anyway, in the next photo.

   "Hihihn!" She covers her mouth, blushing and crossing her legs.  And in
the next, smiling next to the canine pussy, then turning in the next to
stick her tongue out.  Lick it in the next.

   "The puppy loves her too!"

   And in the next, laying down under her, finger deep inside.  Huh huh
huh! Tail a blur, wagging.

   "She really, really loves it."

   She just nodded, wide eyed.  And mouth, but smiling.

   "That's puppy love." I got up.  "Sorry kids, but we have to go."

   Time for junior to go play with Maggie at home.  Not like that, of
course not.  She won't go in heat any time soon, but I sure am.  He can
play with the puppy, so I can play with myself.  In my room.

   I can just imagine what's going through that little girl's head.  And
maybe, next year, she'll remember.  When Maggie's in heat, and she might be
out of those diapers.  I never touched her, of course, right out there, in
front of all those children, my son and their mommies.  I didn't have to,
after that exposure.  Those exposures, of course I would never do anything
like that, but you know.

   It doesn't hurt to look

   ;

   Suzan

   Alexandra curled up, purring in my lap bye the phone.  I just petted
her, barely paying attention.  She said she would call, but I didn't even
look for something to watch.  I held the remote on the arm of the couch,
but didn't even turn it on.  I couldn't get the images out of my head any
way.

   Zhala, her tiny hands, dripping between her wet legs, obscenely touching
herself.  I have seen children with their hands between their legs, boys
and girls, and being single I have pleasured myself.  "Huh!" It wouldn't
take an expert to see what she was doing.  With her urine.

   Then, she kissed me.  There, and I kissed her.  Also there, after
playing potty.

   "With the potty?"

   "She was the potty."

   "Uh!"

   The look of horror on Baba's face.  And that Baba, short for Barbara,
the way a child would say it, but she told me, as an adult, "Call me Baba."
Nabakova.  Russian, like Baba Yadga?  The witch's hut, on chicken legs. 
Children's stories, it may not surprise you to learn that I know all the
children's stories.

   I don't know Lolita.  That "Famous book by Nabokov," but I know the
name. The song, The Police.  She literally shook, and coughed.  I looked it
up when I was a teenager, because I didn't understand the lyric, but I
never read the actual book.

   I can only assume it runs in the family.  Of course, she said "Lesbian"
with such distaste, she had no idea.  "No idea that it was anywhere near
that..."

   I have talked to pedophiles before.  Professional duty, because they're
attracted to children who can barely speak, presumably so they don't tell.
The only way I could was by noticing her telltale behavior.  Buildings full
of children that barely talk, and professions like pediatric Ob/Gyns.  Why
I need an assistant, like Harriet.  Of course, they could fall off the
playground, at most 4 feet, if you're inattentive enough to let them climb
the walls on the little plastic cube with the slide, they're toddlers. 
However, even with rubber chips down, they tend to land head first like a
badminton birdie, because they're toddlers.

   However, it's also because we have a pen full of children, and you never
know who might peek over the fence.  I've seen it enough to notice a couple
patterns: 1, They lie.  Make excuses, and try to justify what happened.  I
never touched her, she came onto me.  Yes, tell me how your 4yo daughter
came onto you, Mr.  Smith.  Also, 2.  They are always the one you don't
suspect, they do everything they can to not be suspected, because if you
suspect them, they go to jail.
I just never met a female one before.  That Baba, though.  "Call me

Baba."

   Right.

   "Huh!" The cat jumped up at the phone.

   Good, I'm not getting anywhere with this on my own, and cats are not
very good listeners.

   "Yes?"

   "Sue?"

   "Harriet!" I'm so relieved.

   "I'm sorry, but the suspense was killing me.  If you're not ready to
talk about it, I know it must be bad, I could tell just the way you
reacted, but."

   "Calm down." I took a breath, "Huh!" However, reassuring someone
reassures me.  I nurture by nature, I doubt I would have any success at any
other career, other than stay at home mother, which I did not qualify for.

   Then, it all just came out.  I was weeping, immediately, but she
listened.  Patiently, as usual, honestly I just had to tell someone.  Who
might be able to understand, not some.  Sicko like that Baba, but Harriet
is so understanding, and caring, and I don't know how I could make it
through this without her there for me.

   "Uhuhuhuhuh!" And then I broke down.

   "Wow, I had no idea, that a woman.  How could a woman, a mother, do such
a thing?"

   "I don't know?" I wailed, "I don't even understand men doing it.  I
mean, they're children.  Barely even children, little more than infants,
most of them aren't even potty' Uh, NhmmmmmhH?"

   "Oh, I am so sorry."

   "Mamay!"

   "Hang on a sec, What Is It, Jr.?"

   "Maggie go poddy!"

   "Don't pick it Up!"

   "I hewp!"

   "Nononono, stay there, don't move or touch anything." Thankfully
receding.

   "Snh!  Uh?" Anything would probably trigger me in this state.

   "I'm sorry," back at the phone, "But I have to let you go.  Can I call
you back?"

   "Of course."

   But that just left me alone.  So alone, even my cat left me.

   ;

   Harriet (fF Sedu)

   "Uh!" I tried to call back, but the line just rang.  "Great," hopefully
she would call back, or she just went out for a drink.  Honestly, what kind
of grown woman, professional doesn't have a mobile phone these days?  I
worry about her, why in her state, she could even be suicidal, or do
something reckless like drive drunk.  No, there's a store, and a bar, right
around the corner from her apartment, I'll just try again in a few minutes.

   So, I just stare at my phone.

   Which managed to stave off my guilt for hours.  No, I didn't drive her
directly to this, but I had a hand on the wheel, and if she does come to
harm from it, I may never be able to forgive myself.

   That's a better reason to put off uploading the latest photos, and video
of Zhala.  You know, other than knowing they will be the last.  "Huhh!" I
felt so lucky, to have fallen in love with 2 wonderful lovely girls, but I
was young, and weak, and I must admit, tempted.  I know, she's bad, evil,
sick and I let her make me as sick.  Well, to be fair I'm not as sick as
her, and if I'm honest with myself, I'm truly not all that responsible. 
Had I not been there, can I honestly say that Zhala would not have gone to
that Pre-K?

   I'm a victim here too, I just blame myself, but truly.  Not making any
excuses, but I did not push her to do any of that.  She already had,
deflowered her sister, and God only knows how many other girls.  All the
ones that were too young for that serial pedorast, and she was his victim
too.  I know the cycle, though.  As well as anyone, victims become abusers,
and I abused her too.

   I was not her abuser, though.  I wasn't committing incest, I only ever
touched 2 other girls, and both of them were about as far from virgins as I
can possibly imagine.

   I don't even really need this last set.  One of the things about dealing
with child pornographers is proving yourself, earning their trust, and one
of the best ways to do that is to provide them material in the CP exchange.
Are you a cop, or in any way affiliated with law enforcement?  Well, to
prove it, do something they would never legally do.

   No, I'm lying to myself.  I took pictures, knowing the risk of exposure
sharing something like that is, because I enjoyed it, and there is
absolutely no justification for showing a baby, still in diapers, a
pictoral series of a prepubescent girl having sex with a bitch in heat.  I
do it, because I enjoy it, immensely.  I called her with the stink of my
last orgasm still on my fingers to find out what she knew.

   I got lucky, again.  She suspects the 1 innocent person in this horrible
love triangle, their mother.  Which, to be fair, she did make a good case
for her being suspiciously infantile.  I can't even really say with any
certainty that she did not, in fact molest her daughters.

   "Now what?" Shut my laptop, and check the door.  "Oh." She didn't
answer, because she was driving over here.  "Come in."

   "Uh uh uh uh uh!"

   "Oh, try not to wake junior, but you better sit down."

   "Snh!" snag the box of kleenex on the way.

   "I'm sorry, I just didn't know where to go."

   "No, I'm glad you came." I just held her.  "I was so worried, that you
might hurt yourself."

   "No, I couldn't."

   "Good, just relax." She curled up, in my lap, and I was at a loss.  Not
for what to say, there is nothing to say, other than the truth, and I just
can't tell her that.

   The problem is that she is here, in my apartment.  In terrible distress.
Weak, drunk, vulnerable, and I can't think of anything appropriate to do.
Just the least appropriate thing I can imagine right now, which would be.

   To take advantage of that.

   No, she needs me.  I mean as a friend.  She's never shown any sign of
attraction, and I've done more than enough damage for one night, but I'm
just so weak.

   "There, feel better?"

   "Yes." She sniffed.

   Don't kiss her.

   "Mh?"

   Damn it!

   "Oh." She looked down.

   "I'm sorry!"

   "No, I just.  I had no idea."

   "I'm not.  I mean.  I don't.  I didn't, uh!" Eloquent!  "I just never
felt, like this, about anyone before."

   Then, she kissed me back.

   ;

   Susan (Ff...)

   Huh!  Honestly, neither had I.  I had thought, that I respected her. 
Professionally, not just as an employee, but also the best assistant I
could ever dream of.  She's just so smart, and honest, and understanding,
she had glowing recommendations from everyone she ever babysat for, and
she's young.  19, but she's just so capable, and a mother, I'm honestly a
little jealous of what she has in jr.  I have to respect her decision to
work with me, so she doesn't have to worry about daycare, and she has such
a promising career, I'm even a little relieved that I won't have to compete
with her.

   But none of that says anything about how I feel about her, and she made
that go away.  That, all of that.  Impossible horror.  Gone.  I got it off
my chest, cried it out, just talking about it brought better understanding,
I still to this day have no idea how she did that, and I can't for the life
of me think of any way to repay her for that.  Grateful, fortunate,
gobsmacked as to what I could ever have possibly have done to deserve her,
even as a friend.  In short the most incredible person I have ever met, and
I must admit now I was in love with her from quite some time.  I just
couldn't, admit it, for how long now?

   I don't have to worry about her, I never did, for over a year together,
and each day we just grew ever closer.  In retrospect, it was long overdue,
but there could not have been a better time than now for this to happen.  I
have never needed someone so dearly in my life, and thank my stars she was
there for me.

   "Huh!"

   And, beautiful.  Don't think I hadn't noticed.  The beauty of youth,
unspoiled by this sort of life destroying trauma, perhaps even a little
innocent, though she avoided the subject of her son's father.  So, I didn't
pry, the moment I saw the obvious distress on her face.  He hurt her, and I
don't want to hurt her just to satisfy my curiosity.  She wouldn't do such
a thing for her, so it comes back to empathy.

   Her eyes, though.  Especially her eyes, I could see her caring in them
before, but this close, passionate, and knowing that passion was for me?

   Oh.

   All right.  I know, that there is ever so much more than just gay, and
straight.  If you boil it down, in essence the very concepts are sexist,
devoid of love.  Sex, they're about sex.  Body parts, and ownership.  A
lesbian is a woman who cannot be owned.  I am still not a lesbian, my cat
notwithstanding, I'm in love.  And we cannot control who we love, because
it's not about control.  It's love.  I don't own her, she doesn't own me,
our workplace relationship complicates it somewhat, but we will work it
out.

   Because that's what we do, for the ones we love.

   All I know is we're in love, I was just so blind, I missed that too.

   "Huh!" And breathless.  She bit her lip, beautifully we might add. 
"Well, we should probably do something about Zhala."

   "You're right." I sat back.  Right, child in danger here.  "Huh, the
problem is, she belongs behind bars."

   "They both do.  Even if Barb didn't do anything, she's at least guilty
of criminal negligence."

   "Right," shake my head, "Mary."

   "And the other children."

   "Uh!" I held my head, "It's just.  Too much!" I've even done this
before. "It's hard enough to get an arest for male abusers, but women? 
God, I didn't see the signs, and the courts are just in denial that it ever
happens, at all."

   "Yes, however it sounds like Zhala is a danger herself."

   And my brain just shut down.  Again.

   "You need some time off." I nodded.  "It's all right, huh!  I can
probably handle the kids for a couple days to finish out the week, and that
should give you time to think of something, but we need to put our feelings
on hold."

   "Yeah," I forgot that too?  "I'm sorry, but I'm not thinking very
clearly right now.

   "Huh!  You should probably sleep on it.  You mind the couch?  Because
I'm beat, i can tell I'm going to crash any minute, and I just can't think
about Jr.  waking up and finding us in bed together in the morning."

   "No, of course not."

   "I sure as hell can't figure out how sex, would even work tonight. 
But."

   She leaned down, and i just closed my eyes, the moment her hand touched
her face.

   "Smq.  Try to get some sleep." She walked off.  "I'll find you some
bedding."

   I passed out before she even came back.

   ;

   Hetty (f Solo Porn.  TW: Homo)

   "Huh!" I checked the nannycam, and restarted my computer first.  It
automatically loaded the Windows desktop, so I could check that front. 
History.  Nothing incriminating here.  The last porno searches were over a
month ago, I knew well enough to do anything illegal on the Unix side of
the partition, or I had friends online that showed me how to do this
securely.

   There's no other way to even get on those servers, except in Terminal.
They take security very seriously.

   Back to the nannycam, Jr.  and Jr.  still asleep in their bed, curled
up, darling.  She doesn't even know about my phone.

   So, closet porn tonight.  "Huh!" Something, so I sleep instead of going
out there, waking her up, and crawling into her face first.  Which is to
say completely blowing my cover.  I hate to lie to her, but "I've never
done anything like this before!" So, a likely story.

   Bottom, then.  Let her make all the moves, hesitate as much as she has
to, probably doesn't even want to think about sex this week.  Must be nice.
Not thinking about sex, a luxury I don't remember having.  I'm not going to
be able to say I'm a complete virgin, ask my son about that, but at some
point she's going to realize I have been with a girl before.

   No, a woman.  "Huh!" Didn't get me pregnant, obviously, but.  I can't
hide it, fumble around like an inept teenager.  I'm still a teenager, for a
few months, but acting inept?  Sorry, no, I can't do that.  I'm good at
getting girls off, I'm pretty proud of it, and I have no self control in
bed.  I know how to get a 4 year old off.  Albeit an unbelievably
precocious one, but still.  I can handle a grown woman, a little too well
to fool her.  She knows me too well, not well enough, and the problem with
lies is they snowball.

   I don't have the luxury of truth, either.  Not when the truth is I am a
nepiophile that works in her employ, for access to a toddler.  I no longer
have access to.  I have to control myself, when just the stress of losing
her made me go out, and expose a complete stranger to zooporn.  "Huh!" I
can't do this, it's impossible, nobody can.  I fucked up, I kissed her, and
it didn't scare her away.

   I'm a little proud of myself that I'm in here, checking my files for
anything that hints at the truth instead of buried up to my elbows in her,
bent over the coffee table.  So, occam's blowtorch, the simplest possible
explanation for the facts at hand.  And boyporn.  Well, men.  Bears, while
I'm at it.  "Hm!" Haven't seen this one in quite a while.

   Truckstop, gimmie caps with the logos blurred, beards, flannel over wife
beaters, hairy chests, guts, asses, and bareback.

   "Yeah!"

   Ask me why straight guys look at "Lesbo" porn.  They're stupid,
ignorant, don't know what lesbian is, because if they had a fraction of a
clue, they wouldn't believe a second of it.  Any single frame, "Nope!" That
ain't it.

   This is real.  As real as it gets, these dudes are totally that into
eachother.  For me, this is forbidden fruit.  Ultrasex, I can't have that,
I can never do that.  So, I really want to do that.

   "SHNHWRH!" Nobody kisses like 2 big fat sweaty hairy butch fags. 
Honestly it's disgusting.

   "Hhh, Hhhh, Hhhhh, Huhhhh!"

   I know, I'm sick.

   Ass, big, fat, ass.  Ass hair, brushing together with beard, and
mustache, and whatever greasy lube comes in a plastic can like white axel
grease.  From here, it looks like fucking Lard.

   "Hhuh, yeah!" Fap fap fap FaPaPAP!  "Uhn!" Just shake 'em around in
there, and clench my eyes.  "NYRRHHH!" Not too loud, I can still hear him
spank him with mah belleh!

   The sicker the better.

   "HhHhH!"

   Shut it down.  Now I can pass out.

   "Huh, huh huh, huhh, huhhh, hihhhhn!"

   {I'm sorry if that traumatized anybody, but that's Her.  Seriously,
there's no other way to communicate it.  It's not pretty, attractive, nor
even all that sexy, but you have to understand.  That is her sexuality, and
incidentally, mine too.}

   ;

   Sexposee (F Solo Porn NS.  You'll understand soon enough.)

   I didn't sleep well.  I heard her, last night.  She woke me up, the dog
didn't even bark.  I'm pretty sure that was an orgasm, when I don't even
want to think about sex right now.  2 pillows, so I could put one over my
head, but she's a squeeler.  Good to know, I suppose.

   She rushed out in the morning.  I found myself, sitting up, groggy with
a cup of coffee on the couch.  And half a pot in the caraffe.  The dog
whining in a small kennel, and a deep appreciation of how she does it.

   Manages to work as a single mother.

   "Why miss Susan here?"

   "I'll tell you on the way," other than taking her son to work with her.

   "Huh!" I got up, eventually, to refill my coffee cup.  Cream, sugar,
dishes and her cup in the sink.  She didn't even close her laptop, I didn't
bring mine, but not even a password.

   She trusts me.  She left me alone, in her home, I can't think of anyone
I trust that much.  I can almost imagine, trusting her that much, but if
she has nothing to hide.  I didn't intend to snoop.  She didn't close
Explorer, or any of the.  Tab things.

   I joined the Information Age late, all right?  If she hid anything, I
doubt I'd be able to find it.  She didn't.

   Nepiophilia.  I know what Wikipedia is.  "Huh!" Stir the sweet sludge in
the bottom, and sip.  The gist I got was that it's a specific subset of
Pedophile that's preferential to infants, and toddlers.  Also good to know.
Painful, but there are men like that out there, and I have to protect 20-30
toddlers on any given weekday.

   "Sph!" Stir it some more.  Strong coffee, room for more milk now.

   Just close her Email.  Sign out too, I'm just not that much of a snoop,
and I'd hate myself if I was.  Found Bookmarks, it's the star thing up by
the Search magnifying glass.  "Huh!" Think you know someone, a beaded
embroidery page, some woman in Russia.  In English, but it looks like
mostly dragons, in cloth, with lots of beads, and sequins.  Beautiful, I
never saw her wear a broach, nor pins.  Mostly sensible slacks, or skirts
with pockets, and plain printed blouses.  Blue-jeans or brown corduroy
jacket in winter, hoody under that when it really gets cold.

   I want to know everything about her.

   Porn folder, right on the desktop.  Brace myself, but I have to know. 
She said "Figure out sex" last night.

   [Photos] [Stories] [Video]

   Okay, photos.  Folders within folders, this one down to [Bi] [Hetero]
[Homo] or [Ultra].

   I know she has a child in the house, that can't read.  Still struggled
to write Henry, he still says "Howie."

   "Huh." Take the plunge.

   [Bi]

   "Huh!" Learning here, the first thing I noticed is that I don't have to
click the little pictures to see the whole thing.  Which is fortunate,
considering the fact that the second thing is that's 2 men.  And a girl,
and the next one, the next one...

   V

   V

   V

   "How many does she have?"

   I didn't count.  All of them have the letters MMF in the title.  Every
single one, it didn't take me long to figure out what that stood for.  I
mean men, having sex with another man and a girl.  Oral sex.  Anal sex.  I
had heard of that.  People do that, you know, even heterosexual women.  I
wouldn't dream of it, but I decided not to go any deeper into those photos.

   Oh, there is a [<] button.  Convenient!

   "Siph!" I consider myself heterosexual.  Romantically, I may have some
doubts.  Admittedly, she is one hell of a kisser.

   Okay, hover over [Homo] Close my eyes.  Click.  Peek.

   "Huh!" Shake my head, but take another sip.  Grin a little.

   All guys.

   [<]

   No Lesbian folder.

   "Okay," [Hetero] "Woah!"

   Hover over the back button.

   "Uh?"

   Tilt my head.  That's.  Not.  What I would call,

   "Straight?"

   V

   "Nope!"

   V

   "Huh!"

   V

   "Really?"

   At some point you start to pick up a pattern.

   "Okay?"

   [<]

   Anal.  Got it.

   Which leaves [Ultra]

   "Huh!" Get up, shake my hands.  My head around, crack my neck, and maybe
hyperventilate a little.  "I have to know."

   Brace myself.

   "That." Is a horse.  I do believe.  And a girl.  Even looks a little
like her from here, I am NOT clicking on that image, nor looking any
further.

   [x]

   "Whhhhhh!"

   How is that.  Any of that, sexy?  At all?

   The good news is no childporn.

   Good to know, I suppose.

   ;

   Teacher (Pre-K Grooming.  gs Scat Play.  bs NS.)

   "Boys, you can go play outside." That's it, I just had to hold the door.
"Yaaaaay!" And watch the window.

   "Awwww!" Some of the girls sniffed.

   "It's okay girls," I turned back, and nodded, excited.  "We're going to
do something special, just for us girls.  The boys don't get this treat!"

   Goody!  Some of them even clapped and giggled!

   "What's your favorite game!" This is mine.

   "Hid'n Seek!"

   "And you?" No names.

   "Um," she has to think.  "Tag?"

   "Ooh, ohh!" One waved for attention.

   "What about you!?"

   "Cows!"

   "How do you play cows?"

   "In the caw.  I go 'wook mame', cows!' An I get the cows, and I get the
most cows, an I win!" Oh yes.  A counting game.  To teach children
counting, and she is ahead in that.  Good mommy.

   "How many girls?" She looked around.  "Can you tell me how many girls we
get?  Today, we can play girls, instead of cows."

   "One." She started on her fingers, but she's going to come up short
pointing, and not counting that finger.

   "What about you, what's your favorite game?"

   "Cops'n Wobbers." She's shy.

   "With your brother?" And a little bullied, by her brother, who's
favorite game is cops, and robbers.  "Do you ever win?" She shook her head.
"What's your favorite game?  One you can always win?"

   "Mud Pies!"

   "Today, the girls win, and the boys lose."

   "Yay!" We win!

   "Good guys and badguys," I stood up.  Seven...  "Cops and robbers,
Cowboys and Indians, all those 1 and B games, the good guys win, and the
bad girls lose.  But not today.  Today, the girls always win, and the boys
always lose."

   "House!"

   "Dollies!" She squeeled.

   "Twucks!" She took a dumptruck from the toys.  "Brbrbrbroom!"

   I opened the door.  "Boys!  No fighting, share.  Take turns, Jonny, let
him use the slide, and go stand in the corner."

   "Yes, miss Hetty."

   "Ooh!"

   I closed the door.  "Yes, sweetheart?"

   "Nine."

   "Ten, eleven, and twelve." 3 random girls, "You win!" I went back to the
desk.  "You get a sucker." The nice thing about being a Nepiophile is
there's one born every minute.  I unwrapped it as a choking hazard.  "We
all win." I passed out eleven more, unwrapping each, and throwing out the
Dum-Dum papers.

   "Boyfwien."

   "Oh," sit down in a small plastic seat.  "Do you have a boyfriend?" She
looked down, and blushed.  "Who do you play boyfriend with?" I took the
sucker out of her mouth.  Statistically 1-in-3 girls report sexual abuse by
the time they graduate high school, and those are the ones that report it.

   She looks sad.  "Did he hurt you?" She shook her head.  "Did she, hurt
you?" I said her name, and she looked up.  Of course she knows not to tell,
but she did say it was her favorite game.  She looked up, but she didn't
cry.  "Did Zhala?"

   "No?  She smiled.  "I wike it.  Weaw's Elthy?"

   "She stayed home today.  Now girls." I stood up, "Did any of you play
with Zhala?  Raise your hands." They all did, of course.  She was very
popular with the girls.  "This is Zhala's day." Turned on my phone.  "It's
a party!  So, we're going to play Zhala's games, in honor of Zhala."

   Bluetooth flashed.

   "Take off your clothes, if you have to."

   Connected, it stopped flashing, and Teddycam came on.  I turned it
around, and pushed the shiny black nose down.  Watched on the phone screen,
and sat down.  Looked out the window to watch the boys.  Still need to keep
an eye on them.

   The girls know what to do.

   All of them.

   Of course, she was groomed, to play games with girls.  Special games,
sexy ones.  I miss her too.

   Swop!  "Lolly!" She helped her pull down her Frozen undies.  The other
girl bent over.

   "Hihihihn!"

   "Hihn!"

   Saves me a lot of work, I went in the bathroom, and got the poddy.

   "Ihihihihihn!"

   It tickles!  I don't have to do anything.  I never touched any of them.
It was Zhala, but I did.  I touched her.  I kissed her, and she suckled me.
Right here, in this bathroom.

   One of them squatted.  "Nh!" Grunted.  "Poot!"

   "Hihn!"

   Pooted.  And turned around.  To play with it.

   "HhHhH!" I miss her.  So much!  "Snh!" Just stay behind the desk, by the
phone so I can stop the recording if I have to.  Cross my legs, and maybe
rubbed them together a little.

   You don't have to teach them that.  Toddlers play with their poop.  I
didn't show junior to pick up doggy do, and get it all over his hands, he
just wanted to help clean up.  If you ever potty train anyone, you have to
keep them from doing it.  All of them, it's natural, part of how they
learn. Just like infants putting everything in their mouth, why I have to
still take away the waxed paper from the dum-dums.

   "Pop!" She didn't even wince.

   "Hn!  Hihihn!  Lickit!"

   It's nice and sweet, and sticky.

   I paused the feed, and grabbed the wipes.

   "Let's get you cleaned up." Took her by the wrist, and picked up the
potty.

   Mud pies.  She said it was her favorite game.  I wiped her mouth first.
She didn't play it with anyone else, the other girls were busy, the boys
are fine for the minute, but, "Snhhhh!" The earthy tang.  She's not going
to give herself anything she doesn't already have.  Of course, it's
disgusting.  I'm an adult.  It's just her favorite game.

   No spanking, though.  No tears, she didn't hurt them.  I just had to
make sure.  "Wipe it up." So, it doesn't get in any, sensitive places. 
Smeared between her thighs, her chubby little thighs.  Thick, and sticky,
and brown, and, "HhHhH!" Nasty.  "Nhm!" I took her back out, to my desk. 
Don't forget to check the boys.

   They're fine.  Just stand her up, behind teddy, so he doesn't see this.
I'm weak.  "Hihin!" She squirmed, but I have to check.  Lick my lips, and
whisper.

   'bend over.' I grinned.  "lp!"

   "Hihin!"

   Dig it in so she squirms.  Not a virgin.  'there.' Set her down, 'all
clean.' Pat her delicious little bottom.  'now, go play.' Not a virgin.

   Tap the phone to make it resume the recording.  I have to wash out the
potty, but not right now.  Something else need my attention.

   But I'm weak.  And I need the money.

   Dollies.  Show me on the doll where she touched you.  Pull up their
skirts, and hold them together.  Now kiss.

   Her friend nodded, turned around, sat on her face, and bent over.  To
kiss her.

   "Hahn!" Just real quick, so I can think.

   "Ihihihihin!"

   That tickles!

   "Hhuhuhuhuh!" Pull out my fingers.  "Swop!  Uhn!" Lick my lips.

   I have to get up, go out.  He fell, but he calms right down, and the
boys took to pissing in the corner.

   Fine, they're fine, but I better go back and watch the girls.

   ;

   Susan (Ff Roma NS.  ffb Bi Fant Lies.)

   "Huh!" She was outside, smoking, but watching through the window.  I
checked my watch, "Naptime?" She nodded.

   Took another drag.  "Huhhhh!"

   "How many, today?" It varies, we don't have students, a roll.  Sometimes
they drop them off, others don't.  You can't really plan for it.

   "Twenty six."

   I feel for her, she's only 19, and I can hardly handle all of them
alone. Why I need her.  No, I needed her help, but now.  "Huh, thank you."
I need her more.  But, "Can I ask you a personal question?  I didn't mean
to snoop, but.  You left your computer open, and I had to check my mail."

   She shrugged, turned to look at me.  Over the fence, she unhooked the
latch.  Too high for the kids to open, get in, but I glanced through the
window.  They were still out.

   "Your pornography."

   "Huh." She nodded, in the window.  Thought, and tapped off her ash on
the window sill.

   "Snh!" I lit one for myself.  "Whohhh!  I didn't open, any of them, but
I saw all your pictures."

   "The thumbnails?"

   "Is that what they're called?" She nodded, "They disturbed me a little."
I shook my head.  "Okay, a lot."

   "Sex is.  Disgusting.  To me."

   "Oh, I'm sorry." I hugged her shoulder.

   "It's okay.  It has to be." She took a breath, whispered.  'nasty.'

   "Mhm?"

   "Or I don't feel, anything from it."

   "I hate to ask, but.  I know it must be hard, but.  What happened to
you?"

   "Huh!  I don't want any secrets between us." She closed her eyes, so I
watched the children.  "I was only in 1, serious relationship.  I was
young." By my math, about 14, or 15.  Little Howie is 4, going on 5.  "And
I got in over my head."

   "How in over your head?  Did he hurt you?"

   "No!" She shook it.  "No, it wasn't like that.  She cried." A tear
rolled down.  "Snh!  She was my best friend, and I asked her.  When I asked
her, she told me.  She was, bisexual."

   "Oh."

   "So," she turned to search my eyes.  "I didn't know any better, and I
got involved, in a love triangle.  It was too much, too fast, and it was.
Heartbreaking.  You know why most threesomes don't work out?"

   If I had to guess?  "Jealousy?"

   She nodded, lips tight, frowning.  Even her cheek, flexed between the
high curve of her cheekbone, the flush washed away, and down to her
hardened jaw.  I heard her teeth, grind together.

   I kissed her.  She relaxed, just held me.  "Snh!" Turned and kissed me
back, the other way.  I'm a nurturer, I can't help it.  Making her feel
better made me feel better.  "Huh!"

   "I better go." Before the kids see us together.

   She held my hand, and let it slip away.  I unlatched the gate, and made
sure it latched back, securely.  She put it out in the ashtray, up on the
bricks, where they can't reach it.

   "I'll call you, when I get the chance.  Sue?"

   "Yes?" I turned back.  "Have you ever thought about adopting?"

   "Yes, of course."

   "How, well I was thinking.  Someone is going to have to take care of
Zhala'.  I can't, because I have a son.  Her age."

   She went in, so I went to my car.  "No." Drove off.  "I hadn't thought
about that."

   I need a shower, and a change of clothes.  "I should." So, I drove home.

   ;

   Hetty (Ffbp NS Roma.  Saph Porn)

   I have to do this, but.  I want to, she really is a wonderful woman, I'm
using, and I'm going to break her heart.  I smoked a lot.  Watching Maggy
piddle and dump in the parking lot, breathe through my mouth, and exhale
smoke through my nose, picking it up with the baggy.

   I'm scared, and guilty.  I don't just feel guilty, I am.  This is wrong,
so wrong I don't even feel good about it.  Lying to her, seducing her,
using everything I know about her to cloud her judgement emotionally, this
isn't me.  But I have to.  I got myself into this mess, and I'm digging
even deeper, dragging her down with me.

   "You want to go see aunt Susan?" All ready locked up.

   "Is the okay?"

   "No.  She's sick."

   "The's not my ant."

   "She's your teacher, but that doesn't mean she can't also be your aunt."

   "Ith the your.  Girlfwen?"

   "Yes, she is."

   "Awe you gonna get mawe?"

   "I don't know, would you like that?"

   "Um, the my momma?" He nodded, smiling.  "The a gweat momma."

   "There," I buckled him in.  Unhooked Maggie's leash, and she curled up
in his lap.  Scared, still not used to the car, but I called her.  On the
way, the memory card taped under it's hiding place, and the Ap finished
running.  I don't know, not my ap.  They assured me that the FBI couldn't
find evidence of childporn on it, if it's tagged from any of the secure
sites I know nothing about, of course.

   "Can we come over?"

   "Yes, please."

   "Hi ant Susan!" He waved from the back seat.  Maggie whined.

   "I was just starting dinner." I turned it off, barely glanced down from
the road.  Traffic still petering off, but it's not far.

   She has a house, a small one.  Just her and Alex.  Her cat.  More like a
cottage, but that just leaves more yard.

   I love her, but I have to break her heart.  "Snh!" It's selfish, but I
am not going to get what I deserve.  Jail time instead of her, but I'm not
a lesbian, I'm not bisexual.  I am a nepiophile.  Girls, toddlers, fresh
out of diapers, and potty training.  Preschool.  I have a problem, but I
can't admit it.  To anyone without getting what I deserve.

   Instead, I get her.  And possibly Zhala back.  So, cheer up!  "Snh!"
It'll be all wrong, but not all bad.  I'll enjoy it, selfishly, I always
do.

   "nmmm!" Look back, stopped at a light, but he's out.  Again, passed out
on the way home, probably from playing all morning with the boys.  Went
unbelievably well, honestly I impressed myself.  Handling both of them, I
got the footage I needed, nobody got hurt, or caught.  Kidnapped and raped
while I wasn't looking.

   "Huh!" It's green.  "Snh!"

   Pulling up, she got out a playground.  From a shed in back, not quite a
garage, yet not much smaller than her house.

   I had thought, she's one too.  If you know what to look for, owns her
own daycare, and you watch her with the children.  Of course she wouldn't
abuse them, she couldn't.  In denial.  What do I know about denial?

   Everything, I have to lie, but I don't lie to myself.  I know what I am,
and how she made me this way.  I'm just not so sure that I can do it.  To
her, but it would make this all a lot easier.  She held the gate,
chainlink, so if she gets the old yard toys out from the shed, for her
business of course.  The neighborhood kids can see it.  Like walking a
puppy, down in the park.  She let out the cat, a calico.

   She wouldn't, but she could.  She'd be very good at it.  She might very
well be, I just have to find out.

   She wined, and jumped out as soon as I opened the door.  Jr.  sleeps
like a stone.  I unhooked him, "Up!"

   "Hm?" He blinked, looked around.  "We're here." Set him down.

   The cat, and puppy were already playing.

   "Huh huh huh!" Running around, Basset ears flopping comically.  Not
stepping on them to trip, right out of a Disney cartoon, but he can play in
the yard, if we keep an eye on him out the window.

   "I looked into adoption."

   "Good," I closed the door.  She waited for me, to close the door, before
she kissed me.

   "Smq?" I bit my lip, nodded.

   "Snh?" Dinner, "Smells good."

   I turned, pulled back the drapes, and sat by the window.

   "Pot roast." I just called her, checking my phone, it hadn't been 15
minutes ago.  I cook, I'm a mother.  There's no such thing as a 15 minute
potroast.  Crock pot, she brought it out to the coffee table, wrapped the
chord around the legs.  "You hungry?"

   I shook my head.  "Were you expecting us?"

   "Huh!" She sat down, looked out the window.  "I hoped," smiled, "But
it'll keep."

   I turned, my head, and closed my eyes.  "Smq?"

   "Snh!" Relaxed, melted.  She feels good.  In her arms, safe, normal. 
Weirdly normal.  The way I learned about love, all this is strange, and
straight to me.

   Another woman.  But not a child molester.  I don't think.  Not yet.

   "You look at porn?"

   Check on Jr., and Maggie Jr.

   "I am a grown woman."

   "Huh!  I looked at, lesbian porn.  Last night." Got out my phone.  "I
avoided it, because it was too painful." Just had to think about Mahre'
leaving for college to let the tears well up.  "Snh!" Blink.  "Where are
you going?"

   "Be right back."

   Magazines.  And a bottle, couple glasses.  "Wine"

   Why miss Alva, are you trying to seduce me?  I giggled, "I don't drink,"
Wine.  ~Dr.  Ivannova "Huh!  I found this site, though."

   She's old fashioned, and not very tech savvy.  Safe, I can trust her,
because she wouldn't know how to begin to find hidden files.  A partition,
search through directories in Unix command line...

   [Girls Out West.]

   "You'd be surprised how hard it is to find real lesbians."

   Stories.  [May-December Ladies.] "Toys?" Hand drawn pictures, looks like
colored pencil.  Not that much older, or that much younger.

   "I never had any." Real ones.

   "Well, I do." she smiled, "Ever since the divorce.  I could show you,
how to use them."

   "All right," I looked out, she kissed my neck.  "Huh!  Later."

   "Smq, mhm?"

   "When Jr.  goes to bed."

   "Of course." She sat back.

   I don't want to wait.  They're right there, and she leans back.  'huh!'
Sighs in my hands.

   Great body, always thought so.  Doesn't really work out, but basically
picks up, and carries 20-30lb children, all day, for a living.  Sometimes 2
at a time.  Biceps, nice full bra.  Broad hips.

   "Keep an eye on them." Snaps on her blouse.  "Smq." Hot chest. 
"Smooch." Cleavage.  "Mh!" Front clasp!

   "Uh!  huh!"

   Tiny dark hard nipples.  "Smq, wq.  Swop!" Turn, and hold up the other
one.  "Smooch, wq, swoq!"

   "Huh!"

   "Yeah."

   "We better stop."

   "Yeah."

   "I'll go get some soup bowls." She clasped them back, and shifted them
back in place.

   "HhHhH!" I'm satisfied for now, and he's pretty tuckered out.  Big day,
he'll go to bed soon, so we can.

   I can't wait, but we have to.

   ;

   Sue (Ff Porn NS)

   "You don't want me to do, anything.  Dirty." Does she?

   "Huh, you don't want to know what I have to think about, but.  No, you
don't have to do anything."

   "I do, but.  Um," I have to ask.  "Are you into, anal?" It's driving me
nuts.

   "Yes." She turned away.

   "Why?"

   "Because it feels good." Got up, went to the door.  "Why don't you
borrow my phone." Called out, "Howie?  Time for dinner."

   I had to do something.  I wasn't hungry, I was horny, and she's a great
kisser.

   "I'm going to go," Play with myself, and.  "Take a shower."

   I found the lesbian stuff, on her computer.  In [Stories] stopped by the
adult bookstore while I was out.  Had some time on my hands for once, but
she had a video up.  Full screen, paused.  Older woman, and a.  An older
girl.  At least 18, might be 19, or 20.  Aussies, Girls Out West, turns out
to be an Australian site.  Accents, but very sexy.  Just kissing, we just
kissed, but she kissed deeper.  In my blouse, my bra, got those out. 
Warmed up the water, but just sat on the edge, of the tub.

   Hairy, hairy girl, and harrier woman.  "Hihihn!" Harriet!  "Ahah!"
Hetty. She is not Hetero.  I'm, not so sure, hairy legs, on the woman.  I
shave, but I don't even know any more.  About me, but this is lesbian, sex.
I can tell, and it is, so sexy!  Maybe that's why my marriage didn't work
out.  I loved him, I did.  Then there was money, he convinced me to go into
business for myself, instead of living on a public school salary.  Then, he
found out I couldn't give him what he wanted, sons.  And daughters, but he
wanted sons.  At some point it was all he could talk about, we grew apart,
and.

   He couldn't give me what I wanted.  I didn't care, about sons, or
daughters.  A mother, he couldn't make me a mother.  So, the next best
thing.  In bed, I don't know if that's what I wanted.  He satisfied me, he
could, I suppose he just stopped trying.

   "Oh!" but all this is so new, and romantic, and loving, and we haven't
done anything yet!  "Hihimn!" She got to second base.  I felt, nice young
perky breasts.  On mine, in my hands, they feel familiar.  I could remember
when they felt like that.  But in her hands, I never felt so passionate
before, for anyone.

   "Gosh!" She's such a good kisser!  And the water feels so wonderful,
running hot through my hair, my fingers slipping through my wet hair,
stretching to feel it beat down on my heaving breasts, and wash everything
away.  Except her.  All I want is her, but if I don't do something about
this.  I swear I have never felt so aroused in my entire life!

   "Hah!" Lean back against the cold tiles.  "Haaaah!" Her fingers between
my wet thighs.  "HaaAAAHHHH!" My wet lips!  "AHHhhhn, Hihhhn!" Pant, and
catch my breath.  "Whew!" Grab the shampoo, and the loofah.

   Better get nice and clean for her.  I have a feeling we're gonna get
dirty.  "Hihihihn!" I'm just not sure about the way, she licked her ass. 
In the video.  It should have been a turnoff.  It wasn't not enough.  I got
off, thinking about her fingers, not her mouth, but.  I couldn't do that.
Of course not, but I can't help but remember what she said, getting out.

   "Why?"

   "Because it feels good."

   "Huh!" wrap up my hair, wringing it in the towel.  The video ended
anyway, the screen blank, but honestly.

   How would I know, if I like.  That, or not?  Shrug, and wrap the other
under my arms.  Tuck it in front.

   I can wait, to find out, but I made sure I was nice and clean.

   For her.

   ;

   {2BC...  In Bad Teachers.)