Summary: An elderly teacher chaperones his 10-year-old
granddaughter and her adult boyfriend's date at a pride parade
for child lovers. Meanwhile, he compares the sights to those in a
past society where such couples were forbidden.

(Mg, nosex, pedo, rom)



  "...and if an adult ever touches you in between the legs, what
do you do?" I scanned the classroom, seeing a few hands raised. I
picked a brunette. "Yes, Violet?"

  "Get something and hit him hard in the testicles with it over
and over again? And then run away?"

  Some kids laughed at her answer.

  "Correct, but keep in mind that there are many women out there
who hurt kids. Does anyone have another suggestion?" I chose a
boy. "Corey?"

  "Run away and tell someone?"

  "Tell someone like who?"

  "Our parents?"

  "Well... you can, but not always. Remember, most child
molesters are family to the victim. It's best to call the
police." I checked my watch. Just a few more seconds. I looked at
my 6th grade students. "Now, who's ready for the C.L.P.?!"

  Most of the students raised their hands and let out an
ear-piercing cheer. As it died down, the bell rang, causing even
more cheering. Booktabs were stuffed into pockets, and the
students rushed out to join the dozens of kids in the hallway.
Geez, fold the deskchairs in, why don't they?

  I've been teaching for a long, long time. I've been a child
lover for an even longer time. As far as reputation, school
hasn't gotten much better since I was on the other side of the
teacher's desk. But one subject that has greatly improved is sex
ed. A few decades ago, the Board of Education finally woke up and
decided to make a real effort to warn kids about molestation. In
fact, my students recently finished a biography of a well-known
victim.

<HR>

  A few minutes later, I was standing outside of my ancient 2071
Cadillac Ciel. Students poured out of the school and into their
rides home. All excited about the half day of school and the
reason for it: the Pedo Day festival. Soon, my granddaughter
appeared among those students. I opened the silver passenger door
and headed for my side. We said our greetings, and I drove away.

  When I passed the first green light, the radio came to life.
Mia fiddled with the playlist and stopped on America's latest
overplayed song. It was sung by today's biggest group of preteen
heartthrobs.

  On Mia's left arm, near her shoulder, there was an armband with
vertical navy blue, sky blue, pink, and purple stripes. The
official colors of child-lovers. Any child wearing one had
parental permission to date adults. So if an adult fell for
someone wearing the armband, he/she could legally woo the child.
As long as the child welcomed the affections, of course.

  The social acceptance of child love has encouraged many to come
out. Gradually, support for pedosexual rights got bigger and
bigger. People from average joes to teachers, even some
surprising celebrities and politicians came out. Statistically
speaking, about 32% of adults have come out from under the bed.
And that's where Pedo Day comes in.

  The roads were even busier than usual. As were the sidewalks.
Every child I saw was wearing the pedo colored armbands. Some
were even dressed in costume for the parade. Mia and I would see
them again soon enough.

<HR>

  I was just watching TV when I heard knocking on the door. I
opened it to see a man wearing a black velvet jacket over a white
shirt. His blond hair was combed back, and had short, spiky
bangs. Green eyes met mine.

  "Darren! How you been?"

  "Can't complain," Darren replied, shaking my hand.

  I let him in. "Mia's upstairs, getting ready."

  Darren sat in the center of the white couch that half-circled
the entire living room. I sat at the end furthest from the door
and put my left arm on the armrest. We watched the flatscreen
that was molded into the wall.

  The Child Lovers' Pride March was being covered on TV. Now, the
focus was on a preteen boy, a mid-teenaged girl, an adult man,
and an elderly woman, all riding a float and waving at the
crowds. The float was made to look like a miniature park,
complete with faux grass, a sliding board, and a swingset. The
adults were clad in children's school uniforms. The boy and girl
wore a suit and tie, and a formal gown. A banner was above them
that read "Love Has No Age Limit!"

  Another float was shown. A giant hologram of a smiling,
cartoony poodle was surrounded by equally happy puppies.

  I heard my granddaughter coming downstairs. Darren looked at
me, then turned in his seat to follow my gaze. He must have been
pretty stunned, because he comically twisted the opposite way as
if the girl's presence literally caught his eye and dragged it
with her. I think I heard a gasp in there somewhere.

  And who could blame him? Mia was wearing this white dress with
a ruffled hem that ended at her knees. White stockings went down
to white shoes. The V-shaped collar bared a gold chain necklace
that Darren gave her for her last birthday. Her brown hair was
cropped just enough to still look girlish.

  Mouth open, Darren took her hands and stood/crouched just over
her height. Keep in mind that Darren is 34 years old. Handsome
enough to get any woman he wants, and a nice man to boot. Yet,
here he is, practically melting before my granddaughter, who
reached the double digit age just a few months ago.

  "Mia, you look so beautiful tonight," he said. Sounded like he
found the cure for cancer.

  Mia took the compliment and just barely managed to keep her
smile at a normal size. "You look really handsome, Darren." She
kissed his nose.

  "I'm ready when you crazy kids are," I told them.

  "Shall we?" Darren said, holding an arm out. Mia took it and
they headed for the door while I used the couch armrest controls
to turn the lights and TV off.

  Darren chirped his blue car and pressed another button to
literally open the front and rear right doors. He helped Mia into
the passenger side and closed her door, then went to his own,
leaving this old man to get his own seat in the back.

  "Ha-ha, I got the front seat," Mia teased me.

  I sent a mocking laugh her way.

<HR>

  The three of us later stood among thousands of people from all
over the region, watching the parade go by. At some point, a
group of preteen and teen cheerleaders came by. Their belly
shirts were purple and had a white collar. The skirts were navy
blue, with a white hem. The letter "C" bordered the letter "L" on
their shirts. The cheerleaders did all sorts of flips, and the
older girls did some amazing, death-defying finishes. Of course,
there were plenty of upskirts and bare legs. I looked at Darren
to see him looking at me. We smiled in mutual appreciation of
what we were looking at.

  Mia, however, wasn't smiling. She flung Darren's arm in protest
and frowned at him. I had to laugh when she folded her arms and
pouted at the ground. Darren got on one knee and rubbed her
shoulder. Then he whispered what I assume was an apology. Mia
softened at his words and allowed him to kiss her lips. We
proceeded to watch the parade.

  Flying cars have yet to be mass produced, but these floats were
literally floating. One projected a giant hologram of a man
holding a girl's hands and swinging her round and round and
round. God knows how many lawsuits would occur if that was real.
On the side of that float was the message "Have Fun - But Not Too
Much Fun!" A reference to the fact that it is still illegal to
have sex with children.

  The following float was made to look like a racecar bed. Men
and women stood on top, surrounded by child-love flags. The
message on the side was "Coming Out From Under the Bed." A
pedosexual's equivalent of "coming out of the closet."

  Another float was a hologram of a man on his knees, kissing a
boy who could not have been more than 6 years old. Both of the
giant figures embraced each other. The message was "Love is
Love."

  Another float was ridden by children dressed in traditionally
adult clothes that were way too big on them. Like a boy dressed
as a fireman with the sleeves going well past his hands and the
hat tipping over every time he turned his head. And a little girl
in a super long dress and long pearl necklace. This float was
sponsored by Party City.

<HR>

  When the marching was over, the three of us marched over to
where the festivities were. By now, Mia had her entire face
painted to match her armband. We found a ride called the
Gravitube. It was a large tube made of glass. Inside was a group
of people standing around, waiting for something. Mia ran for the
entrance, practically dragging Darren behind. I had to decline
the invitation. Technology may have helped this 67-year-old look
and feel 30, but it's not advanced enough to make one of those
rides look promising. The couple got in just before the sliding
doors closed.

  Moments later, everyone inside was lifted into the air. Along
with a dozen other people, they screamed as they went higher and
higher. Everyone stopped ascending when the highest riders
reached 50 feet, according to the sign.

  Mia flapped her arms and glided to one side of the tube. She
passed several other riders who were doing the same and put both
feet on the glass wall. Then she sprung backwards, nearly hitting
the people she had just passed. Darren was busy roaming the tube.
He flew high and low, like a bird exploring a new world.

  I turned away for a moment to take in my surroundings. It was a
beautiful sight. Adults and children trading kisses, and dating
out in the open. Freely expressing their love to the world.

  Of course, no taboo loses all opposition just by becoming the
norm. There are still a lot of people who are against pedophilia.
But you'd have to be pretty darn gutsy to say it in public.
Remember when it became punishable to say words like "nigger" and
"faggot" in the wrong place? Let's just say now is the
pedophobe's turn.

  As I looked around, I saw a kissing booth a few yards away. A
quick look at the Gravitube, and I strolled over to the booth. I
stood behind the little blond girl who showed up before me.

  The blond swiped a card through a slot and pressed some
buttons. The 9-year-old girl behind the counter smiled and leaned
forth with her lips puckered. Slowly, the blond leaned over and
pressed her lips to the kisser's. They twisted and turned their
heads. A hand reached out to stroke blond curls. Moans came from
at least one of them. I looked back to see a small line of kids
and one man behind me, all gawking at the action.

  When that was over, the kisser smiled naughtily at her
customer. "How did you like that?" she asked.

  The blond backed into me with a dazed look on her face. She
nodded, trying not to smile too hard. "It was... I... um, thank
you!" The girl walked off, touching her lips.

  I stepped forth.

  "Hi, Mr. Garfield!" The kisser said, as if nothing was amiss.

  "Hi, Lisa. New girlfriend, I presume?"

  "Of course not," she giggled.

  "I don't know," I teased. "Looked like you just rocked that
girl's world."

  "Too young for me. Besides, I'm not into the shy ones." I
swiped my card and entered $112. Then I lowered myself to her
level and kissed her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at me
in both confusion and amusement. "Don't you want a French kiss?"

  "Too young for me. Besides," I lifted my hand, "I'm married."

  I headed for the Gravitube to see people leaving it. Darren and
Mia met me at the archway entrance.

  "Hey, Mr. Garfield, let's compete in a game," Darren suggested.
"Let's see who can win your granddaughter something."

  "You're on!"

  We looked at the different games until Mia suggested one. The
ring toss. I threw a green ring at a bottleneck. It bounced off
and landed between a few bottles. Darren threw a red ring, which
had the same fate. I threw another, too far. Darren threw another
ring, which turned over in midair and impersonated Sonic the
Hedgehog. I tossed my last ring, which hit several bottles and
dropped in the middle. Darren's final ring bounced off some
bottles and landed out of bounds.

  "Let's play something else," Darren suggested. He continued
when we were out of earshot. "That game was definitely rigged."

  "Most likely," I agreed.

  Mia put us in line for a game that seemed more fun: the dunk
tank. At least it seemed fun until the line cleared enough for me
to see who was in it. The game was called The Principal Dunk. And
yes, the victimteer <i>was</i> the principal of my school. No
wonder so many kids, teachers, and parents I knew were standing
in this line.

  "You can go first, Mr. Garfield," Darren offered, a little too
happily. Sneaky little devil. You're not the one who has to see
this man at work everyday!

  What the heck? Mr. Kelly doesn't look too upset. And who could
pass up an opportunity to do this to a boss? I threw my first
ball a little too low. The second one was a direct hit that
dropped my boss into a pool of water.

  A bell rang and a nearby flatscreeen replayed the principal's
fall in slow motion. I was then allowed to pick a prize from a
display. I let Mia choose a huge, white teddy bear holding the
child-love flag. What have I done?

  Darren went next anyway. He hit the target on his first try.
Mia selected an elephant with big, puppy dog eyes. This doll was
about the size of her head. As the lucky chaperone, I had to
carry both of the stuffed animals. All my two charges held was
each other's hands.

  "Let's ride the Ferris wheel next," Mia suggested.

  While they did that, I went to the car to put Mia's toys away.
I came back and watched the Ferris wheel finish.

<HR>

  Several rides and games later, we were at the concert. Mia and
Darren had rushed to the dance floor like they were both kids.
The umpteenth cover of "Little Bitty Pretty One" was been
performed by some really famous guy name Bob Stremolin. The
streets were flooded with people of all ages dancing to the
music.

  Little girls in school uniforms danced around the performer as
he sang. Bob was using a headset, so his hands were free. And
when the dance break came, he took full advantage. He joined the
girls in their dance, twirling them, swinging and tossing them
around like mad. I'm surprised the girls could and did actually
keep up with him. When it was time to sing again, he took his
place and resumed like nothing else happened. It was quite a
show.

  After that, a woman introduced the next act. A woman and a
little boy appeared on stage. A slow song called "Pinky Swear"
began. Like many of the other couples, my granddaughter stood on
her date's feet and allowed him to lead.

  <i>I pinky swear I'll always be yours</i>
  <i>Put it on my promise ring, I'll never make you cry</i>
  <i>Cross my heart and hope to die</i>
  <i>Just promise you'll be mine, all mine</i>

  <i>I pinky swear I'll always be yours</i>
  <i>Put it on my promise ring, I'll never make you cry</i>
  <i>Cross my heart and hope to die</i>
  <i>Just promise you'll be mine, all mine</i>

  Apparently tired of having to face Darren's navel, Mia
stretched her arms up to him. The man scooped her up in an almost
smooth motion. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms
around his neck. He innocently held her bottom. They must have
somehow gotten comfortable, because he showed no signs of
dropping her. The two continued the dance, staring at each other.

<HR>

  I stood up from the sidewalk when Mia and Darren headed my way.
"Time to go home, Mia."

  "Awww."

  Darren grinned. "Grandpa's right, Mia. It's past your bedtime
anyway." He brushed hair out of her painted face. "And you have
school tomorrow." Mia seemed to have cheered up. He took her hand
and led us to the car.

  We took our usual seats. Although, I had company this time: a
polar bear and a baby elephant.

<HR>

  Darren parked in the driveway. I got out and carried the
stuffed animals to the house. Mia stayed in the car for a rather
long goodbye kiss. Then she entered the house with a dazed look
on her face. My granddaughter never looked so happy.