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LIL' KAREN AND THE OFFICE WORKER (Mf,yng,cons)



Yes, I got bored with the feeble and few offerings in a.s.s.,

and had a few minutes to spare, so here's a quickie..... (but

there wasn't a lot of effort put into this one, it's just the

first one I saw that had some potential....)



This is an 'Mm' story converted to a 'Mf' story. The original

author of this story was someone named BASE, and the original

title was: "GLENN AND KEVIN"



                        ****WARNING****



This story, contains scenes, often graphic, of sex and sexual

situations between an adult male and a girl. If you are below

the legal age for viewing such graphic sexual material, or if

this type of fiction is not your thing, then exit this

newsgroup, stop reading, and don't complain later...You have

been warned!



                      ****DISCLAIMER****



This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals,

living or dead, is entirely coincidental.



LIL' KAREN AND THE OFFICE WORKER



It was a rainy Monday morning, the original bad hair day, and

the cold office was only slowly coming to life. Glenn was

staring over a steamy cup of coffee at a photograph on the

neighboring desk. The blond girl's photo had long ago

enthralled him. It was a typical school portrait and the child

was dressed in her catholic uniform: dark blue skirt and white

button-up shirt with a blue vest covering her chest.. The

child managed a girlish smile so captivating that all of

Glenn's attention was often fixed onto the child's image. But

there was something else there in that face, something that

Glenn thought only he could see. The girl's shinny blue eyes

seemed to stare right back at him, and Glenn was certain there

was a message there for him. Her buttony little nose and round

freckled cheeks could brighten even the gloomiest morning, but

something about the way the corners of her lips drooped

slightly down, in just a hint of a secret smile, told Glenn

that there was more to this girl than just a pretty face.



Glenn had never met the girl, but had spoken to her on the

phone when she called her mommy at work. The kid would call,

often several times a day, and when Glenn got her on the line,

he'd try and keep the child talking as long as he could. Glenn

would bask in the girl's soft, squeaky voice while mesmerized

by the enticing photograph. They would usually start out

talking about her mother, and what she might be doing, but

sometimes the little girl would suddenly change the subject

and ask Glenn something completely off the wall: like was he

married, or did he have a girl friend. But when Glenn tried to

follow up with that line of conversation, she would just as

abruptly change the subject again, going on to something

totally innocuous. Glenn was very confused.



The little blond girl's name was Karen. Karen was half

Italian, went to St. Adain's school and was 11 years old. Her

parents were divorced, but she saw her father regularly. It

wasn't a messy divorce and her parents were still friendly.

She liked video games, and skiing. She had just gotten a brown

puppy named Toby for which she had to promise to take piano

lessons and make an effort at sitting still in school. That's

about all Glenn knew about the girl. Her mother didn't really

have any close friends at the office and Glenn's phone

conversations with the young girl were always tantalizingly

short as mommy would usually pick up the line within a few

seconds. Still, Glenn could imagine what this little girl was

really thinking when she had asked him some personal question,

imagine what she looked like in person, imagine that she was

some kind of nymph that was teasing him on purpose. And Glenn

didn't have to imagine for long...



Glenn was pleasantly surprised when Ann announced that her

sister would be dropping off little Karen just after lunch.

Ann had never brought her young daughter to work before, but

that morning was special. The girl was going to spend spring

recess in Ireland, with her grandparents and had to be at the

airport by five o'clock. That meant Karen would be hanging

around the office for hours. Glenn could hardly wait. Of

course, the long morning was drawn out by anticipation. At one

point, it seemed to Glenn that it had been 10:36 am for about

three hours. As he ploughed through the eternal mountain of

work on his desk and counted the long minutes his eyes were

irresistibly drawn back to the girl's portrait. The girl's

eyes seemed to tease and tempt him with an indescribable

radiance that lured his imagination like a moth to a flame.

But soon, very soon now, the little girl would be in that same

room, in the flesh. Glenn would at least get to touch her hand

and touch the silky softness of her yellow hair. He couldn't

wait to talk to the girl in person and see what her face might

tell him that her phone conversations could not.



Noon finally arrived and Glenn broke for lunch. He ate at his

desk for fear of missing the child's arrival. Glenn had just

scrapped the last spoonful of blueberry yogurt from the round

canister as the dark wall clock chimed once. At that moment,

the little girl stepped into the office from the busy hallway.

Glenn had been conscious of the girl from the instant she

stepped into the room. She seemed a little shorter than he had

expected, just under 5 feet tall it seemed, but she was just

as cute as her portrait.. even more so. She was dressed in a

bright yellow and pink skirt that was so short he thought it

must be shorts, and a pink short-sleeved blouse. Her hair was

tied in long pigtails reaching halfway down her back. All in

all, just the perfect picture of pre-teen innocence.



Her searching blue eyes scanned the area, noted Glenn briefly,

and then rested on the wooden desk top that bore her portrait.

The girl trotted over. A tall blonde woman, who looked

remarkably like her was close behind. Karen's mother must have

been at the ladies room or at the Xerox machine. The little

girl hopped up onto her mother's chair and began exploring the

desk top. Her busy hands opened every drawer, flipped through

the rolodex and looked under every scrap of paper. Her tired

aunt only reminded her that things on her mother's desk might

be private and that it wasn't polite to snoop. Karen frowned

and grabbed her own picture, almost in defense.



Glenn's attention had been stuck on the girl from the minute

she came into the room. He was careful and avoided staring at

her too obviously. Then their eyes met and the girl's face

erupted into a warm smile that melted Glenn on the spot like

so much hot butter.



"Hi!" the girl said brightly. "My name's Karen."



"I know!" Glenn answered, "I'm Glenn...we've spoken on the

phone before."



"Hi Glenn!" said the little girl. "I thought you would be

Glenn. You look just like I thought you would!"



"Well now! Is that good or bad?"



"Good, I guess," said the girl.



Glenn looked over at the blond woman standing over the girl

and offered his hand.



"Glenn... Glenn Peters" he said. "I work with your sister"



"Hi, I'm Margaret Fuller," she said "Pleased to meet you. Yes,

Ann told me about you."



"All good things, I hope."



"Only the best."



"Hey, is this your desk, Glenn?" Karen interrupted.



Just from her voice, Glenn had figured she was a bit

precocious, but this waify little ball of energy was even more

hyper than he had expected. Karen fairly leaped onto his chair

and disturbed the mound of papers on the desk waiting for

Glenn's attention. The papers would have to wait a bit longer

since Karen was soaking up every drop right of Glenn's

attention just then.



"Karen, that's not very polite, get down from Glenn's desk

this instant. Really, you're like a little indian sometimes."



The girl's mother strode into the room and literally lifted

the child from the desk top by her arm.



"I'm sorry...." she began, but Glenn interrupted her.



"Hey, don't sweat it Ann! Karen and I are old friends, right

little lady?"



"YEAH!" agreed the girl "We talk together on the phone all the

time."



"Well, all the same it isn't like a lady to go crawling over

people's desks."



"Awww mom.."



"Hey, its really okay Ann," Glenn said, defending the girl.

"Look, she's gonna be cooped up in here all afternoon and then

she's gonna be stuck on a plane for 6 hours. She can play at

my desk if she likes, there nothing important on it anyway."



"That's very nice of you, Glenn, but if she gets in your way,

just scoot her off. The little tart can really get to you."



`You have no idea...' Glenn thought, but said, "Don't worry,

I'll keep my eye on her."



Ann's sister left and work resumed in the office. Little Karen

had kept herself busy with a set of colored markers. Glenn had

spent the last hour absorbed by the beautiful girl at the

corner of his desk. The smell of the girl was enchanting and

even the sound of her breathing was delightful. The way the

girl would wrinkle her nose or bit her lip as she scribbled on

the white paper almost made Glenn laugh out loud. And every

once in a while the two would exchange glances; quick, private

looks whose meaning Glenn began to wonder at. All Glenn had

expected was to be in the same room with the girl for the

afternoon, but he and the child had hit it off in some way and

the girl was spending hours with him. Glenn was grateful for

even that much good fortune. But the fates had much more in

store for little Karen and Glenn that day.



It was almost half past two when Ann was called into a

meeting.



"Glenn, be a dear and watch Karen for me for a little while,"

she asked. "I think she really likes you. I've never seen her

sit so quiet for so long."



"My pleasure Ann."



"Oh, and there's some money in my top drawer," she called over

her shoulder. "Could you get her a sandwich or something from

downstairs if she's hungry?"



"Sure thing. I'll take good care of her."



Little girls are always hungry. Her mom wasn't gone ten

minutes before Karen and Glenn were headed toward the

elevator.



Now elevators are strange contraptions. Some seem to have

minds of their own. Perhaps, had either of them noticed the

unsigned inspection certificate, what followed would never

have happened. But who pays attention to such things anyway?



The machine suddenly came to a wrenching halt. The lights went

out. Glenn felt his stomach go all queasy as the little girl

started to cry.



"Easy Karen," said Glenn, straining to see in the near pitch

black void.



He put his arms around the terrified child clutching

desperately at his leg. Just as suddenly, the lights came back

on, but the elevator was still stalled between floors. Karen

was sobbing lightly and held the man's leg tight. Glenn pushed

all the buttons, but nothing worked.



"Take it easy now, we're okay," he said running his fingers

through her blond hair to comfort the child.



"You sure?" the girl sniffled.



"Absolutely!! Ol' Betsy stalls out most every day," Glenn

lied. "She'll start up again any minute now." After a few

minutes, the girl stopped crying, but refused to loosen her

grip on Glenn's leg. Not that Glenn minded; he didn't want the

child to be scared.



"Look, I promise, were gonna be okay."



But there was nothing they could do. The two would just have

to wait until the elevator started again. Glenn had pushed the

alarm and he was sure that someone already knew they were

trapped. The girl's chest was pressing into Glenn's crotch and

a tingly sensation shot through the man's loins. He had

noticed earlier that Karen's breasts were not very developed,

and in fact wasn't sure if her chest was not flat. But here,

pushing herself against him, Glenn could feel a slight

softness where her chest would be. No, she wasn't very

developed, but she wasn't flat either. The girl's touch had

moved him, and uncontrollably, his cock began to expand. Karen

was suddenly aware of it. Glenn blushed immediately as the

girl looked up at him.



"You got a stiffy!" said the child mischievously.



"That's just `cause I'm scared," Glenn lied, wondering how

this little girl had knowledge and words of such things.



"Oh no" said the girl, "that's not why you get a stiffy, just

cause you're scared."



"Oh, yeah, little Miss know-it-all, why did I get a stiffy,

and how do you know about such things anyway?"



"Cause you're thinking about something that made you get a

stiffy. And I know 'cause I've seen 'em before!" said the

bright little girl.



Glenn looked all around the box. He was trapped all right.

"And just where did you see someone's "stiffy", as you call

it?"



"If you promise you won't tell..?"



"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Glenn said, his "stiffy"

rising more.



"Well, I saw my Uncle Jerry get like that once when he came

into my bathroom when I was taking a bath. I asked him what

that was in his pants, and he told me it was just because he

had to go to the bathroom to pee. Then he told me not to look

so he could do it, but I peeked anyway, and he didn't even

pee! He just pulled his big thing out and held it, and said he

was trying to pee but then he didn't have to anymore. And then

he left."



"Well, Karen, maybe he did have to pee at first, and then when

he got in the bathroom he didn't have to anymore. Those things

happen, you know," Glenn offered, trying to see just where

this smart little girl was going with this.



"Uh, uh," the girl answered back. "He didn't have to pee

anymore 'cause when he came in the bathroom and saw me naked I

was playing with myself, down there, and that got him stiff.

He told me so later!"



This was almost too much information for Glenn to process in

such a short time, but he was beginning to understand what his

intuition had told him all along about this girl. She was not

as innocent as she appeared to be.



"Next time when it was time for me to take a bath again, I

made sure I stayed in the tub a long time, and then Uncle

Jerry finally came in again to pee. This time I asked him if

his thingy was always like that and why was it so big. At

first he told me that I was too young to talk about those

things, but I kept asking him, and finally I stood up in the

tub and told him if he didn't tell me what I wanted to know

I'd tell my Mommy. I think when he saw me his thingy got even

bigger, and when I said I'd tell, he started to talk to me. We

talked for a real long time, and he told me all sorts of

things about sex and stuff, but when I asked him if I could

touch him down there, he got real scared, and ran out the

bathroom. After that he never has come in the bathroom again

when I was taking a bath."



"I see," Glenn said slowly, trying to figure out what he

should do with all this data. "And how long have you been..

playing with yourself.. down there?"



"Not too long, now. Just about a month, I think. Really, that

was only the second or third time I had done it, when Uncle

Jerry walked in and caught me." Glenn didn't know if he

believed that, but it didn't matter. The girl was telling him

these things, and she had implied that she knew that he had a

hard-on because of her!



It was quiet in the elevator for a moment, and Karen was the

first to speak. "Did you get a "stiffy" because of me? Because

I was pushing up against you there?" she asked softly,

pointing to his crotch.



"Maybe it was because of that, Karen, but I'm sorry and I

won't let it happen again. Okay?"



"No, no, that's okay, I don't mind at all! If that's the

reason, I'm glad. You won't get mad at me like Uncle Jerry,

will you?"



"No, Karen, I won't get mad at you. But you do know I would

get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out we were talking

like this, don't you?"



"Oh, I would never tell anyone! I just want to find out stuff,

you know? Nobody wants to tell me this stuff, and a girl has

to learn sometime, doesn't she?"



"Yes, I guess so, Karen. What would you like to know?"



"Well, first, was I right, about your thingy, did it get stiff

like that because of me?"



Glenn had long ago decided to throw caution to the winds with

this little dream-nymph, and besides, stuck here in this

elevator, they could be about to die, right?



"Yes, you were right, Karen. I think you are a very beautiful

little girl, and if you weren't with your mother I'd adopt you

for myself. I've been admiring your picture on your mother's

desk for a long time now, and I really enjoy talking with you

on the phone."



"Yeah, me too! And I thought you liked me, and when I first

saw you today I hoped you did!"



"What else do you want to know?" Glenn asked, his heart

fluttering with the intensity of the moment.



"Well, sometimes when I play with myself down there, it feels

like I wet on myself, but not really. Why does that happen?

Does it mean that I shouldn't be touching myself down there?"



"No, not at all, Karen. It just means that your body is

starting to grow up, and it's beginning to react like a grown-

up woman's body reacts when it feels things that are sexy and

nice. That's not pee, Karen, it's girl-fluid that comes out

when your body is stimulated, when you are doing something

that feels good to you."



"Oh," Karen said, almost whispering. "Can that girl-fluid come

out even if I'm not touching myself down there?"



"Yes it can, Karen. That's because sexual feelings are really

generated in the mind, for the most part. If you are thinking

sexy things, your body can react." Glenn knew that was true

for him, as his cock was so hard it was hurting, and it had

barely been touched.



"I think I'm getting wet down there now, Glenn, ..wanna

look??"



Glenn's head nearly split in two. He'd spent months dreaming

about this girl and now she was offering to let him see her

little-girl body, and to show him her pussy! He pinched

himself to make sure he was awake.



"Just our secret?" Glenn asked in a whisper.



"Of course, Glenn, Mommy would skin me alive if she knew."



Glenn almost collapsed in the corner as the girl, smiling

wickedly, reached for the bottom of her short little skirt.

Bending over, looking as interested as Glenn, she watched as

she pulled the hem up over her panties, all the way up to

above her waist. She was a vision of loveliness standing there

holding her short skirt bunched about her waist. She had on

white cotton Underoos underpanties with little cartoon

characters, which only added to her appeal to Glenn. Then she

looked up at Glenn for just a minute, before sliding her

fingers between her legs. Sure enough the girl was plenty wet

between her legs and her fingers literally slid through the

wetness of the crotch-band of her panties. She looked up at

Glenn again, this time blushing furiously, and quickly bowed

her head again.



"Yep, I'm wet allright. Real wet, Glenn! I don't think I've

ever been this wet, except in the bathtub, and that don't

count, right?"



Glenn was too excited to speak and only nodded vigorously when

she looked back up at him. Karen then let her skirt drop back

down, and putting her hands under her skirt, started to shimmy

her panties off her slender hips. She grasped them by the

waistband at the sides and pulled them down, bending down to

slid them off her feet. Glenn's eyes grew wide as the white

cloth was unveiled, inch by delectable inch. There was an

unmistakable little wet spot in the fabric. It was Karen's sex-

juice, and they both knew it.



"Ready?" asked the girl, grabbing her skirt hem again.



"Ready!" Glenn gasped.



The girl's small hands pulled the skirt up to her waist again,

this time revealing all her naked, and hairless charms to

Glenn's riveted eyes. Glenn's eyes drank in the succulent

beauty of the small child, naked from the waist down. Karen

giggled as she saw a look of passion and longing seize Glenn's

face.



"I saw that wet spot on your panties, Karen, but from here I

can't tell if your.. your.. if you're still wet between your

legs. Maybe you should come a little closer," Glenn asked, his

voice hoarse with pent-up desires.



"I call my 'thingy' my pussy. You want to call it that, too,

Glenn?"



"Sure, Karen. And you can call my 'thingy' my dick, if you

want." The girl shuffled over, her slim thighs leaving a large

gap between her legs as she walked. From a distance it looked

like she was completely hairless and Glenn was struck by the

sudden realization of what they were doing. He had had many

dreams, awake and asleep, about seeing little girls without

any clothes on, or looking up their dresses, but they had only

been dreams. He had never touched a young girl before..



Karen seemed to take forever to reach where he was sitting on

the floor of the elevator, and she stopped only when her bare

mound was just inches from the man's face. The girl could feel

the man's hot breath on her crotch and it gave her goose

bumps. Glenn stared closely at the heart shaped mound and was

awestruck by the vision of her barely visible slit, as it

disappeared underneath to her backside. Glenn thought he could

just barely make out a dusting of yellow peach fuzz, hinting

at the beautiful butterfly which must one day, emerge from

this magnificent cocoon. Glenn drank in the musty girl-smell

and playfully blew hot air between her legs and she responded

by trembling and grabbing onto his head.



"Ohhh, that feels good!" the girl giggled.



"You got a really nice pussy," said Glenn, "can I touch you

there?"



The girl nodded her consent. The child shivered with pleasure

as Glenn slid his hand between her legs and began to lightly

rub her slit with the edge of his finger. Instantly his finger

became coated with the virgin juices seeping around his hand

as he gently began to masturbate the girl. Glenn thrilled at

the look of grateful rhapsody on the girl's face. He placed

his other hand on her shoulder, and then slid it down the

front of her chest, gently stroking the soft hillocks hidden

beneath her blouse. Glenn began to feel around for the nipples

under her thin blouse, while continuing to stroke her little

slit with his other hand. One by one he rolled each lightly

between his forefinger and thumb, gradually causing them both

to rise. The girl's slit, glistening with her juices, was now

only centimeters from Glenn's face and as he continued

stroking with his hand, he blew his hot breath across her sex,

making the girl's whole body quiver. The child began to moan

softly.



"Oh Glenn, that feels soooo good!"



"I'm glad you like that. Say, Karen, wanna feel something even

better?"



"oooohhhhh....what could feel better??"



"This!"



Glenn took his hand from her chest and grabbing her buttocks

from behind, pulled the girl's moist sex right into his face.

He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue into the tiny slit,

making her almost lose balance.



"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhooooooohhooo" the girl moaned loudly.



Karen threw her head back and began to pant loudly like some

puppy in heat. Glenn lapped at her minuscule, immature clit,

poking his tongue as far into her as it would go. Meanwhile,

he brought his hand up to her slit from behind and resumed his

light stroking in her wet crease. By now Karen was a quivering

mass of ecstatic jelly. She had lost control of the rest of

her body and she had become simply a sex machine. The girl was

aware only of the pure joy in her groin. The man's large

middle finger was now poking farther into the girl's quivering

young pussy.



Karen began to rock back and forth as she humped her hips into

Glenn's eager face, while squirming on his finger. Glenn was

easily covering her entire vaginal area with his mouth. He

could feel her body start to tense up, and looking up he saw

the most profound look of ecstasy on her face, her eyes

dreamily closed. Just as he was wondering how much more of

this the kid could take, his answer came. And so did Karen.

The girl's young body spasmed and doubled over, shivering as

she fell into the man's arms.



After a few moments the girl caught her breath.



"WOW!" said the huffing girl, "that was like Christmas, Easter

and my birthday all rolled into one!"



Glenn laughed "That good huh?"



"Uh huh!...You made my whole body shake and tingle! Especially

when you started pushing your finger up in my pussy!"



"Did you like that?"



"And how! I liked that especially!" As the girl said those

words, she began to rub Glenn's still raging hard-on.



"Once at summer camp, my counselor tried to put his stiffy

right in there!"



Glenn nearly choked on his own breath.



"Really? How did you like it?"



"It hurt at first, and when I started crying he got scared and

quit. Later that night I stuck my whole finger up there and it

was the best thing I ever felt."



The kid had unzipped Glenn's pants and her little hand was now

massaging the grown-up dick through the thin veil of his white

cotton briefs. Their eyes met and they both knew what was

gonna happen next.



"You sure about this Karen? This is a lot bigger than your

finger, you know. And bigger than my finger, too."



The girl seemed to ignore his warning and her small hand freed

Glenn's cock and clutched the hot shaft, just below the

pulsing head. She pulled up and down lightly and gasped at the

size, shape and texture of the mature flesh.



"I can take it!" The girl said confidently, still staring down

at Glenn's man sized cock.



"All right" said Glenn, "but if it hurts you gotta tell me,

okay?"



"Okay," the girl agreed.



Karen was eager, albeit a little nervous, to lose her

virginity and experience her first with this man-size dick.

Glenn shucked his briefs off his body and sitting back down

bid the child to come sit in his lap. She straddled him, his

dick sticking straight up between them.



"Okay, now I want you to raise up a bit, and then slowly ease

yourself back down on it. You think you can do that?"



"I think so, Glenn. I want to do it!" As Karen raised up on

her haunches, Glenn took hold of his cock and brushed it

slowly back and forth through the child's wet crotch,

immediately coating himself with her fluids, and eliciting

moans of excitement from the girl.



"All right, now you take hold of my cock, and start to lower

your body down onto it. That way you control just how far and

fast you want go," he said to her, hoping she had the will to

do it.



She looked at him, smiled weakly, and, spreading her legs as

wide as she could, began to lower her juicy slit down on his

shaft. At first the feelings were thrilling for them both, but

soon he felt the blond girl tense up as his dick head passed

through the first obstacle, the tightness of her youth,

stopping at what must have been her hymen.



"You okay Karen?" Glenn asked, with heavy breaths.



"Um hmm, it just stings a little.."



"You go real slow, as slow as you need to, okay?"



"um hm...slow.."



Karen gently eased herself farther onto his cock, then raising

back up, lowered herself down again. It took a while, but soon

the girl was wriggling on almost half of Glenn's large shaft,

like some masochistic bunny rabbit happily impaled on a

skewer. Glenn saw the sweat erupt on her forehead as his cock

reached farther and farther into the girl's tight opening. All

at once, the girl's vaginal muscles seemed to surrender. Glenn

felt the resistance ease and then suddenly he felt his cock

burst through as she raised up and brought her pelvis down

violently, forcing his man-sized cock into her womb. Karen

moaned loudly.



"awwwwwwwwoooooooowww.....oh, Glenn, that feels soooo

goood...oh, fuck me Glenn, fuck my pussy!"



That simply drove the man wild. Holding her by her hips he

started pumping up to meet her downward thrusts. Incredibly,

the girl's pussy seemed to swallow the whole adult cock. Glenn

fucked her faster and faster. The girl grunted and moaned, her

mind lost in regions where pain and delight flow together in

tearful bliss. Glenn started fucking the kid with abandon

until his whole body felt like a furious volcano erupting with

passion. Ever deeper his cock invaded the girl until Glenn

thought his dick would come out the kid's mouth. Finally, in

five wild, desperate strokes, Glenn sprayed the kid's guts

with white hot man-juice. As his cock pumped its last spurts,

he felt the girl's tight pussy still flexing around his dick,

spasming with its first full orgasm.



They had hardly recovered from their first fuck together when

they heard the whirl of electric motors, and felt the elevator

being pulled to another floor. Finally, just after they had

pulled up their clothes, the doors opened with an uneasy jerk.

Karen ran out into her mother's anxious arms. Glenn stepped

out slowly behind the girl.



"Oh, my baby, my little girl!" Ann cried. "I was sooo

worried!"



"Its okay Mommy, Glenn took good care of me!"



"Glenn, oh poor Glenn...are you all right...locked in an

elevator with this scared little girl for over an hour...did

she drive you crazy?"



"Not at all, Ann, actually we had a great time!" Glenn

laughed. "Karen's a very special little lady. She was very

courageous."



Ann looked at them both in amazement.



"We are talking about THIS Karen," she said pointing down to

her daughter.



"Course we are mom!" said the blond girl, "like I told you,

Glenn is just like a daddy to me!"



"Really!" said Ann in disbelief. "Well, in that case, Glenn, I

don't suppose you'd consider a little baby-sitting?"



"Oh, I don't know," said Glenn, winking at the girl. "It's

possible..."



THE END.





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