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 I do not condone any kind of sexual activity between adults and children.
No harm in a few fantasies though.  What you do inside your own head is
your business.  What you do in the real world is a different matter. 
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   My name is Lyssa.  At this stage of the story I was almost thirteen
years old.  One of my former teachers, Karen, who was also a family friend
had secretly been my lesbian lover for nearly a year.  One day in April of
that year, I found out that our secret wasn't so secret anymore.  I was
walking home from school.  Actually I was heading to Karen's house.  My
parents were at work and Karen liked to "baby-sit" me when they were both
gone.  As I was walking through a wooded area near Karen's house I began to
feel uneasy.  I glanced behind me.  There, not too far behind me was a man.
He looked to be about fifty years old, bald on top, kinda fat, and I guess
you might say "scungy looking".  He spoke up as we walked saying, "Excuse
me, Lyssa.  I just want to ask you a question."

   Against my better judgment, I stopped, mainly because I was curious as
to how this total stranger knew my name.  You know what they say about
curiosity and the cat.  I should've listened to my mother.  Then again,
once this creep got on my scent, there was probably no avoiding what was to
come.  He walked up to me and said, "I know something about you."

   I just stared a whole through him.  Then he said, "I know about you and
your 'friend' Karen."

   My heart jumped into my throat.  I kept up my calm exterior and said,
"I'm sorry, sir.  I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

   "Like hell you don't."

   That really scared me.  Okay, time to leave.  I looked at him and said,
"Look, pal, I don't know who you are, or what you want, but I have no idea
what you're talking about.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get home."

   I turned to walk away but found myself unable to thanks to a rather fat
hand that had just grabbed my arm.  The Man said, "I think you're coming
home with me.  And you're gonna show me a good time like you've been doing
with that friend of yours.  Otherwise, the police just might get a call
about her."

   I was just about ready to wet my shorts at this point.  My mind was
racing.  What could I do?  I could only think of one option.  I said, "I
don't think so!"

   That said, I lifted my right leg and with all the force I could put into
it, I planted my heel right on top of his foot.  He yelled and let me go.
As he began to cradle his injured foot he turned to the side just enough
for my next attack.  I kicked him right in the ass.  He stumbled forward
and went down.  Then I panicked.  I took off into the woods.  No idea where
I was going.  I was just getting all the distance between me and "Captain
Fuckface" that I could.  I figured he was chasing me.  That was confirmed
when suddenly I heard him yell somewhere behind me, "You little bitch! 
Wait `till I get my hands on you!"

   I was near Karen's house.  She lived near a small lake.  She had warned
me once that the ground was a bit soft in some places near it.  And just my
luck, I found a soft spot.  I went from running full speed to a dead stop
in just two steps.  I felt a crunch in my right ankle followed by pain.  I
didn't think it was broken but I was definitely hurt.  What was worse, I
was also up to my thighs in mud and sinking deeper.  My only thought at
this point was, "Quicksand!?  Oh, you've gotta be shitting me!"

   I was struggling around trying to find a way out of this mess.  When I
was up to my chest I figured that was that.  I just stopped and sat there.
I was afraid to shout for help.  "King Dickhead" just might hear me but, I
wasn't getting out of this without help.  I had no choice.  I shouted,
"HELP!  SOMEBODY HELP ME!  I'M IN QUICKSAND!  HELP!"

   I heard some twigs snapping off to my right.  I looked that way and,
sure enough, "Baron Von Slush bag" came waddling out of the trees.  He
quickly realized my predicament and an evil smile spread across his ugly
face.  I was really getting scared now.  I wasn't getting out of the
quicksand without help and the only help available was a sick plug of shit
who was going to rape me senseless the second he got a chance.  He looked
at me and said, "Well, well, well.  What have we here?  After you were so
rude to me, I should just sit here and watch you die."

   Now I knew this shithead wasn't much of a reader.  When Karen told me
about the quicksand pits around the lake, I started doing some research. 
If I ever got into just such a situation, I wanted to know what to expect
and how to get out.  Only reason I was stuck here now was because I
panicked.  I learned in my research that what you see in movies is wrong
when it comes to quicksand.  You actually won't sink much deeper than your
waist or your chest.  You won't submerge unless you're actually trying to.
But once you're as deep as I was, getting out could be a problem.  I knew I
wasn't going to die like this but I didn't have to pretend to be terrified.
I said to the man, "Please, sir.  Don't let me die here.  I'll do anything
you want!  Just save me, please."

   "I don't know."

   I knew he was just toying with me.  I could see the lust in his eyes.  I
couldn't do anything the way I was then but, if I could get him to pull me
out I still might have a chance.  I was actually standing up.  I had
reached the bottom of the pit.  I said to him, "Sir, please!  You wanted to
fuck me didn't you?  You get me out of this and I promise, I'll be the best
you've ever had."

   Just for a little icing on the cake, I bent my knees a bit.  That made
it look like I was sinking deeper.  I was up to my neck now and faking a
minor freak-out.  He said okay and grabbed a vine in a nearby tree.  He
gave it a yank.  It snapped loose and fell across the pit right in front of
me.  I grabbed it.  He told me to hold on tight and began to pull.  I felt
my shoes come off.  I really had to hold tight.  Once I was close enough to
the edge I began to crawl out.  I felt pain returning to my ankle.  I just
hoped I'd be able to run.  I made sure to subtly keep a handful of mud.  As
I got to my feet, I threw the handful of mud and nailed him dead in the
face.  He began spitting and wiping his eyes.  I started to run but my
ankle gave out and I fell.  I got up again and tried to run some more.  I
only made it a few steppes when I fell again.  Before I could get up, he
was on me.  He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked back.  I screamed in
pain.  He said angrily, "That's the trouble with kids now days!  No respect
for their elders!"

   He grabbed the waist of my shorts and yanked hard.  They pulled right
down and my panties went with them.  He started pawing my bare ass. 
Suddenly I heard a twig snap off to my left.  I could only turn my eyes. 
All I could see was a pair of tanned legs wearing a pair of white running
shoes coming my way fast.  Suddenly the right foot darted forward and out
of my view.  I heard a loud smack and the man yelped in pain as he fell off
of me releasing my hair.  I quickly scrambled away and turned to see what
was happening.  The man was just getting to his feet holding his mouth. 
Blood was seeping through his fingers.  Then I saw my rescuer.  It was
Karen!  She squared off and said, "Okay motherfucker!  You're big and bad
against a little girl!  You ever take on a full grown woman!?"

   The man spit out a couple of teeth and lunged at Karen.  Karen quickly
jumped back and threw another kick.  Her right foot came up from behind
her. The top of her shoe caught him square in the jaw.  As her right foot
reached the ground she quickly spun around bringing her left foot crashing
into his face in the same place.  He fell to the ground flat on his back.
His mouth and nose were pouring blood as was a cut above his right eye. 
Karen stepped over to him, bent down and grabbed a handful of his crotch.
He immediately spit out a couple more teeth and blood and began screaming.
He reached for Karen's hand to break her hold on his manhood but she just
squeezed harder and twisted.  He fell back and screamed again.  Karen
looked at him with a look I can only describe as "Murderous".  She
genuinely wanted to kill him right then and there but she didn't.  she
said, "Shut your fuckin face, ass wipe!"

   The man stopped screaming but continued to moan and groan.  Karen looked
at me and asked, "Lyssa, are you okay?  Did he hurt you?"

   I replied as I was pulling my shorts back up, "I fell in some quicksand
over there.  I hurt my ankle.  I can't hardly walk.  I lost my shoes over
there too."

   "Okay, sweetie.  My house is just the other side of those trees.  It's
only about ten yards.  Go as fast as you can but don't push it.  We'll be
right behind you."

   "We?"

   "Yes.  Me and our new friend here.  You see, he's gonna call the police
and tell them what he did.  Right, asshole!?"

   The man replied, "AHH!!!  YES, MA'AM!"

   Slowly, we made our way to Karen's house.  By the time we got there, the
man was actually crying.  I almost felt sorry for him....Almost.  True to
her word, Karen made him call the police and confess everything.  The
police came and took him away....in an ambulance.  One of the officers
asked Karen how she had managed to subdue him.  She just gave an almost
evil smile and replied, "Twelve years of Tae Kwan Do."

   The officer replied with a giggle, "Yep, that'll do it."

   They took me in an ambulance too and assured me that He was going to a
different hospital on the other side of town.  Karen called my parents and
rode with me to the hospital.  Mom and Dad would meet us there.  The doctor
examined me.  All I had were a few bumps and bruises and a badly sprained
ankle.  Mom and Dad arrived and were all over me.  Dad was glad to see me
but I could tell he was angry but not at me.  Mom was the same way.  They
both wanted to get their hands on the creep who had attacked me.  Next they
poured their gratitude over Karen.  We all learned that the man who had
attacked me was named Roger Hawkins.  He was a wanted serial killer.  He
had raped and murdered twelve young girls around my age in three states. 
Turned out there was a $250,000.00 bounty on him and Karen was going to
collect it.  As for Mr.  Hawkins, seems Karen had held him just a bit too
tightly, his manhood had suffered so much damage that everything had to be
removed.  I would've been victim number thirteen.  Guess someone should've
told him that was the bad luck number.  He later hung himself in his jail
cell before he could be put on trial.  Not that anybody minded of course.
As for the reward, Karen kept only fifty thousand dollars for herself to
pay off a few debts and make some investments.  The other two hundred
thousand she put into a trust fund for me with a portion of the dividends
from her investments going into it every month.  Mom and Dad began putting
money in it too.  Karen and I were also awarded special medals for bravery
by the police department.  Once news of that reached my classmates, I
thought I'd never hear the end of it.  Of course, the fact that I made a
necklace out of mine and wore it everywhere I went probably didn't help the
matter much.  Karen and I did have a few more adventures together.  Of an
entirely different nature of course.  If you know what I mean.  But that's
another story.