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 She doesn't want to sound racist, but;

   She does.  Opinions, caricatures, and stereotypes are the Narrator's,
not the Author's.  Trigger Warning: Racism.  It's potentially downright
abusive, so I apologize ahead of time.  Honestly, she's pretty damned
sexist, and ageist as well.

   ;

   Rachael {Isabel Sanford - "Moving on up." (Jefferson's Soundrack)}

   I hummed to myself.  You know that old sit-com, from the 80s?  Well, I'm
movin' on up!  "To the east side," of the bay.  "To a de-lux apartment."
I'd have to work on getting one in the sky.  But it's better then that
dingy old 1 bedroom in San Jose.

   Not a bad neighborhood, but not a real nice one.  This one's near the
waterfront, I'd rather a view overlooking Monetere Bay, but Alameda's not
bad.  Except you got to drive through Oakland, unless you got a boat, but I
could get one.  "Yeah," mybe not like a house boat, but a little party
boat, I can tow with this.

   Squeezing the steering wheel excitedly, just looking back at my stuff,
piled up in the bed out back.  We compromised, he wanted a truck, "Because
sometimes you need a truck." For what?  Why, "I don't know, picking up
boards, or like.  You know, whatever."

   It's funny, the way he throws Cali slang in there, right in the middle
of his cowboy drawl, but Texas.  Well, at the end, but used correctly.

   He kept the ring, doesn't fit me anyway, so I took the truck.  1983 El
Camino.  Dad had the Monte Carlo, which is pretty much the same thing, only
with a back seat, and a trunk instead of a bed out back, but I have to
admit it makes moving easy, and I can probably afford to swing bye Uhaul
for a trailer, if that would make it easier.  Less trips that way, why I
might even save money tolls that way.  Driving from San Hose to Alameda
Island.  Still got the bridges and tunnel, but wouldn't Manhattan be a
little more glamorus?

   "Uh!" I don't know, to commute from Jersey, or Brookland, I sure as hell
don't want to do LA, but as long as I'm telecommuting, I don't have to live
a decent drive from Silicon Valley, and Alameda's cheaper.  Just wish I
could get a house, or penthouse, with a view across the bay, but "Nah,"
better to save up for a boat.

   A hell of a lot easier than the old hatchback, but checking the mirror,
they're keeping up.  They're happy together, so.  "Huh!"

   Think about it, it's a long drive without freeway traffic, but leaving
Milpitas, a bunch of them got off.

   I'm not, jealous.  That worries me, at first I was a bit surprised even,
but when they hit it off.  Even when they first met I was content to sit
back.  Watch them flirt, and I guess I have to redraw the whole love
triangle, again.  Mentally, better if I could write, but even if I had one
of them drive my truck, with half my life in it, "Well,

   You know," what this cruise needs is one of the doobs I rolled, just for
this purpose, just crack the window.  "Pb, ph.  Nghk!  HuhhhH!" Carefully
hold up the tip in the corner until the wind catches it, and carries it
out.

   Jealousy would be normal, but I'm not, like the other girls, if you know
what I mean.  Of course not, but this is supposed to help me thinks, so. 
"Smwh hih!" Hold it.  "Whhooh!" Think, Rachael.

   "I don't do love." Seen it, and honestly, it looks like a whole lot of
trouble for not much payoff.  "Sex, yeah," but also all the emotional
trauma, and drama, the emotional investment, I really feel all.  Tired,
from that.

   "Uh!" It's a lot of work?  "Oh," I'm down to pinch it in my nails, or
put it out, "So.  Yeah." I put it out.  Just did them, and my toes, one
last time with the kids, but I'm moving on.  They understand, if they're
happy staying back there, in San Jose, and.  We'll see if he gets into
Berkely.  Fashion, I don't know.  He's got a good eye as a photographer,
but he started kind of late for sewing, and fitting.  You know, being a guy
and all.

   Or pornographer, got a good eye for that, probably not that much money
for a crossdressing porn star, but damnit shouldn't I feel something? 
Because, "I'm not."

   Feeling anything, at all for those two.  I mean, before when both of
them pointed at me, and just had sex together for the camera.  Well, I let
that happen, sure I take credit for getting them together, but really he
came by our place, and really, nothing?  That whole time, let me see winter
breack, so January, Febuary, March, and we'll say half of April so.  Three
and a half months, and yeah.  It worked out, but, not like I planned it at
all.

   If I had, maybe I'd get a little, triumphant feeling for, pulling it off
so good, but.  Honestly?  "I don't know." How to feel about that.  I should
feel something, like the dirty thrills we had when it started.  And why
not, it's populart too, so.  "Yeah," I can take credit for that, but it
wasn't excatly challenging.  Making a guy dressed up as a nerd, get it on
with his boss and/or her hot oriental assistant.  Or girlfriend, and
cheerleader, but we did all that.

   "I'm done," that's all, "I just." Can't help thinking I should, feel
anything, about them.  Together.  At all.

   "Oh well," better switch gears, and tink about where everything goes
when we get there.  Got the bed, so, obvious.  Ly, the bedroom, but I guess
I can pile the rest in the living room, for the time being.  So, I can
figure out what I want to do with the other two.  Bedrooms, but I don't
need them, like.  You know, a family gets one, like that.  For kids so they
can have a boy's room, and girls room, but I don't need both.

   I can do one, single beds, and do one side boy's, the other girl's. 
Brother sister, or whatever.  Maybe a co-ed dorm if there was such a thing,
and I have the Master Bedroom, en suite with the bathroom, so I can do all
the mommy daddy play in there, but could I really do a dungeon?

   What I wouldn't know about building a dungeon, but if I haven't already
thought about, what mine would have to have, if I ever had one.  I just
never really had the space, or the luxury of extra income before, so I
never gave it serious thought.

   So, "Yeah," It's starting to slow down, for the airport, I imagine.  I
think I got a paper clip in here, I felt it in my binder, and plucked it
out with my nails.  Put my hands up on the steering wheel, to watch the
road while I bent a roach clip out of it.  Careful, with the brand new
polish, from this afternoon, but I guess the bigger of the two.

   For the dungeon, I mean.  I can probably get 2 beds and a dresser in the
kids' room, but I want as much area as I can, walk around the chair or
whatever.  Maybe a table, or one of those folding massage one.  "Yeah,"
that's padded, but obviously enough for 1 person to lay on.  Careful
lighting it, so it won't run, pulled up to an idling near stop, while I'm
driing, but.  "Hip!" Hold it.  Look around, but, "Heugh!" What the hell,
it's Northern California.  I doubt there's enough car-phones for somebody
to call in my license plate, while they're bored waiting for traffic, and
I'm sure that blue hair over there.  "Hey!" Chuck my head, grinning.  "Want
some?" She looks away, but I just finish my sip, and take my foot off the
break, Idyling up behind this here tractor trailer.

   So, yeah.  "Maybe" a U-haul, and some lumber.  A carpenter, "So what can
I make for you?

   A table, to tie you to?" Yeah, that'll work.

   Make him build the thing, then tye him up, and bitch about it. 
Everything he got wrong, nitpick every detail like a copy editor, and make
him fix it when I'm done fucking him until it's perfect.

   "Huh, yeah." I already have the perfect line.

   "Hey son," Grin, and wink, "You ever been in a porno?"

   Ope, better put that out.

   What guy says no to that?  Yeah, mabe like Momons, but what normal guy's
gonna be like, "No, that's okay.  I don't want to be a porn star."

   Little dicks.  Don't tell them that, but you know what?  I consider
myself a coinessour of porn, and there's something else that they just
don't have out there.  So, just tell them they got a pornstar cock, but if
I'm going to do it for men, and women, then honestly.  Some girls like them
smaller.  It's because men make it, for other men, so I'm sure they all
want to see a big throbbing 8 incher, but really I like something a little
more modest.

   So, I don't have to work at it so long to get on with the fucking.  I'm
a hedonist, I can do anyone, and a lot of things you probably haven't even
tried around the house.  Thing, maybe animals.  Eventually, but people. 
Men or women, are both pretty boring, once you try everything you can do
with men and/or women.  I want something new, and sure I'm not going to
start breaking into the zo, but are there no actually attractive animals?
No, I like horses, but would I fuck one?

   I don't know, but what I do know is there's plenty of men out there that
would pay good money to see pictures of me fucking around with one, and
reading what I wrote about it.  Or another, more attractive woman, I'm not
going to lie to myself.  Fair enough, I don't care that much about how they
look myself, so at least we're even.

   It's more about what people think to me.  What they want to look at, and
read about, but I haven't even started to try it all yet.

   Better get started, but there's my exit, so I better get there first.  I
don't know this drive like the back of my hand, and I don't want to get
lost in Oakland.  If I can avoid it, and the toll bypass.  The traffic's
not that bad, and it'll probably be even better tomorrow...

   ;

   {Psychological Notes.  I can't assume what all you picked up on so I'm
just going to come right out, and say it.  If you're as interested in
looking up psychiatric/profiling terms as stories about interracial couples
pretending to be lesbian siblings, she's a Power Assertive Narcissist.  She
could look it up too, if it wasn't Narcissistic Personality Disorder in the
DSM-III, but she doesn't bother, because subconsciously she doesn't want to
know.  She's only beginning to wonder about one of the glaring symptoms,
because the critical eye is incapable of seeing herself.

   However, she's currently moving along some of the sliding scales that
make up the 14 axes of the Merkaba.  (Which she has looked up by now.)
Toward the Malignant end of Narcissism, in parallel to her gaining
Confidence.  I can't draw you a diagram, in plaintext format, it's
literally a Complex.  And besides, I rather enjoy writing it in erotic
story format.  Just so you know, she's morally capable of anything. 
Murder, rape, necrophilia, cannibalism, but right now she's giving serious
thought to pseudo-sadomasochistic torture.  "Role Play," she calls it.

   Undiagnosed, because if you asked the FBI BAU in the early 90s (About
the time the Silence of the Lambs movie was coming out,) it's a Male
pathology.  Eileen Wournos, Ted Bundy, and Charles Manson are good examples
of a Power Assertive Malignant Narcissists.  (PAMN for short.) Look at
their profile, it stars with "A man in his late 30s, early 40s..."

   In general, but that doesn't mean there aren't aberrations outside the
statistical trend, because sexually motivated serial offenders are
aberrations of the norm.  True Story, watch "Monster." (2003) though that
movie hadn't been made yet, because Eileen Wournos was only recently
aprehended, and it hasn't even hit the News inter-state (Traveled from
Florida to Northern California, still fairly Local) yet.  For hooking, and
killing Johns she picked up from the Turnpike.  Just a slightly different
PAMN, but Rachael (Not her real name) has the potential to be a sexually
motivated serial killer.  Just not the means, yet...}

   ;

   Gerrol (MF...)

   "Hey girl," set down my beer, "Wait up."

   "What's up?" Well, she checked me out.

   So, "Well," grin, and look her over too, "I jus wantet to say, you
lookin mighty fine, this evenin." In them jeans.  Pursed my lips.

   "Meah?" She turned around, "Well, I don't wear them for you."

   "Who you wear them fo?"

   "Me, I bought them, so they're mine."

   "Aight, a'right!  Kk kt kit!" Laugh, "Well, the' work fo me, too."

   "You need a belt."

   "What?"

   "To hold your pants up?  You ain't to broke to afford a belt?" She
chucked her chin, "What, 'sall right to critique a woman walking down the
street, but you can't take fashion advice from a woman?  Whatchu know about
fashion?  She'it!"

   "A right," ain't carrying anyway, "So what 'chupto?"

   "Right now?  Just got off, heading home."

   "Your place then, where that at?"

   "Alameda?" She pointed over the water.

   "What you doin down by the docks, then?" Look around.  "Lookin to
score?" Chucked my head.

   "In a manner of speaking, but not drugs."

   "I ain't no dealer."

   "Never said you is, I just.  Nah, you wouldn't be intrested."

   "If there's money in it, I'm intrested." I ain't a dealer, but I know
someone that knows someone, "You know what I'm sayin'?"

   "Yeah, but.  There ain't no subtle way to go about it, but you ever
worked in pornography?"

   "Nah, why?  You make them movies?"

   "No, mostly just do models.  Through the agency, but I've been known to
find talent for movies.  Now let me just say, we're not talking bout no
hollywood movies here."

   I knew it, "Sex movies," she nasty!

   "Yeh, if you interested."

   "Yeh," play it off, "I might be." Cash money for having sex, maybe get
famous for fucking?  "How much money we talking?"

   "I'm just an agent, and it's not the kind of industry with consistant
wages.  Now, I can't make any promises, but alls I can do is get your name
out there, see who might pick you up, give you a break, but if they do,
then the money would be up to the company."

   "But I ain't got to pay nothing."

   "Not up front.  I got to make money too, you know what I'm saying?"

   "You know that's right!" And a hustler.  A nasty sexy hustler, "This yo
car?"

   "Nyeah?"

   "Nice!" El Camino, "What year?" Nice leather seats, but roll-up windows,
and 2 of them.  Ain't no cracks in it, I seen.

   "86?"

   "Nice!"

   "Thanks."

   {In case you're wondering, yes she is fluent in northern California
African American dialect.  Well enough to write it, much less speak it, to
a black guy, walking along the docks of Oakland.  Why it's so self
depreciatingly race/sexist, it's how she puts herself in someone else's
place, or tries to.  In a self-subconscious crutch to use Sympathy to
compensate for Empathy, she just doesn't think about it.  Consciously, yet.
Also, it's painfully race/sexist, because she's a Narcissist.  It's a
superiority complex, therefore Everyone is inferior.  Regardless of race,
nor gender, she hates other white women too.}

   ;

   Randi (Alias.  Also, MF IR Porn/Pros Fant.)

   "Well," I sat down, "You want to have a seat.  Thirsty?"

   "Yeh, a little." In my office, could be any kind of office.  Pulled out
the folding chair.

   "There's beers in the fridge, you want to bring me one, too?"

   "Yeah, all right." He wandered out, I waited, tapping my shoe.

   "You git ta drink at work." Screwed off the cap.

   "Yeah."

   "Got some ID on you?"

   He gulped, "Well, I ain't twenny one."

   "But you 18, right?"

   "Yeh, tweny, actuly."

   "Just paperwork, you understand, and I'm gonna have to take some
reference photos." Looked down, at his shorts.  Blue and white checks,
Raiders logo tank-top, black baggy pants, with silver stripes down the
side.

   "Anygang offiliation?"

   "Nah man.  I don't even ride wit those guys." Sniffed his fist.  Or
covered his lie with it, and sniffed his knuckles.

   "Ever exchanged needles, money or drugs for sex?" I held up the
clip-board, turned it around.  "It's a medical question, HIV risks, we have
to ask anyone."

   "Nah, I ain't got the AIDS."

   "No, but the symptoms can take years, as long as a decade to present, so
you could be a carrier if you have engaged in any high risk behavior."

   "Like what?"

   "Intrevaneos drug use, prostitution, sex with IV drug users, or gay
men."

   "Nah, I ain't done nonea dat."

   "All right.  Saves me the cost of an AIDS test, but you'd have to wear a
condom."

   "Aite."

   "So, you're comfortable with that," I added a check, no where in
particular on the margin of the paper I was holding.

   "So, all this legit?"

   "Legal, yes.  So, I don't care what you do, out there.  You're a
hustler, I get it, but I don't want you doing to jeopardize my operation
with anything illegal." Like Prostitution.  If I can get him to do it.  As
far as stuff I haven't tried yet, yeah.  Cross that off my list, if I can.

   "You asked about money, so there's a flat hundred dollars from the
shoot, but then you're entitled to Royalties."

   "Like a reckit."

   Blink, "You mean like an album?"

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah, any money we make from it, you're entitled to an amount.  Like
tax, you tax them for what they make on your intellectual property."

   "What's at?"

   "Your body, your image, your brand." Pick the copy of his liscence off
the printer.  "Uh, for instance, Gerrol Wilson isn't exactly a pornstar
name, so if yo have a street name, or something likeat, we can use it.

   "G.  Dub."

   "We can work on that, oh yeah and any of them prison tattoos?"

   He held up his sleeves, or the ink he would have had on under any. 
"Why?"

   "Same reason as needle sharing."

   "Not in jail, but yeh.  Some them street tattoos, but they all fresh
needles."

   "Okay, no reason to Rush the test, but you can quit with the rubbers if
you pass."

   "A right!" He's had the He Gonna get Laid!  grin on his face, before we
even made it to the car, but he caught me looking.  Said something, checked
me out, and I don't know what I'm doing, but if I don't I'll just wonder
what it's like instead of knowing, and I should at least get a good story
out of it.

   I picked up the camera.  "You mind removing your top?" Nah.  Ta tall! 
"Mh!" I nodded, "Phfeel free to pose or flex, if you want to."

   "Yeah, all right!"

   Just wind, and shoot.

   "Huh!" Now I probably got that She's Gonna get Laid grin on my face,
"Stand up?"

   "Yeh?"

   "Yeah." Bite my lip again.  "You work out."

   "Yeah, a little."

   "Can you dance?"

   "Yeh, a little."

   "Maybe later." I didn't even look down, just left a dead stick check
mark somewhere on the paper.

   "Sit hot in here?" He looked around, chucked his head at the thermostat,
"Arizit just me?"

   "No, it's not you at all." I left my jacket on the back of the chair.

   ;

   Merkaba (System)

   They came bye.  For D&D, I thought I'd give it a shot.  My girlfriend,
runs a game, "Dice and Dossiers" (r) she calls it.

   So first, she made me a character sheet, before they got there.
[Race: White Girl]
"Why she a white girl?" She looked up from drawing.  A white girl, I can

only assume this one.

   "Huh!  This is cyberpunk, but still ultimately a Fantasy.  You don't
want to play a Nigga from Oakland, so I'm starting you off at the same
basic social level, only from a different perspective."
[Sex: Bi.]

   "She bisexual?"

   "Yeah, if you don't mind playing a bisexual white girl."

   "Nah," all right, "I'll tryit."
[Age: 18]

   "So, dey can have sex, in the game."

   "Huh!" she rolled her eyes, and put down the mechanical pencil.  "Yeah.
Actually, that goes into the background, all the worldbuilding I did on the
setting: Violence is illegal, to try and curb the after affects of the
Atrocity Wars, and all this military tech showing up on the streets.  Now;"

   "What kinda tech?"
[Tech: ]
"Well, that's up to you," so she left that blank, "There's no magic in
this, because that's a bit of a wildcard.  It can do anything, so instead
everyone has a technical skill, or trade that makes them valuable to the
group.  Otherwise, she wouldn't have been hired, Cybernetics, Weapons,

Vehicles, Computer Networks, or like.  You know." Shrugs, "Whatever."

   "All right?" I'll think about it.  "I know a little about cars."

   "Good, so we could use a driver/auto-tech.  Frinstance."

   "Yeah," [Tech: Cars] "What's all dis.  [PP: PS: PC; ]?" I read.

   "That's all stats, Physical Power, that's like Strength.  Physical Speed
is how fast you move.  It also determines how quickly you can react. 
Physical Capacity is like Endurance, Fatigue.  How long you can run, and
also determines your Pain Tolerance."

   "An' [MP: ]?"

   "Mental Power..." What?  A brother can't play D&D?  We'll see about
that!

   "Yeah, I got it."

   "So yeah.  I'll start you out at Plus 5.  Any of those you want above
average, just put a +1, 2, or 3 next to it.  You can go up to +5 on any of
them, but then you have to take penalties."

   "Like what?" Frown my brow at her.

   "Just take off from one of the other attributes, like -1 Mental Strength
for +1 to Physical Speed."

   "Nah, I'ma right?" So, +5 then.

   For a white girl, I ain't gonna be real strong.  So, put it in Speed. 
"What the difference Between Physical speed, and Mental?" Agin?

   "Well, you can't react to something faster then you move, or move faster
then you react, so you want them to be about equal, or you'll be jumpy, or
unable to react in time."

   So, [PS: +2] and [MS: +2] which leave +1 for MP: ?  "What's Mental
Power, and Capacity for?"

   "Mental power is like Willpower, while Capacity determines how much you
can learn, and Memory."
[MP: +1] "So, like a computer."
"Well, yeah.  Our human minds set up our manmade computors to think for
us.  So, they think like us, so we can program them.  If we made, Alien AI,
we wouldn't be able to control them, nor even understand what they're

thinking, really."

   "Oh," yeah.  Probably good I do Cars then.  Instead of computers.  "What
dis, [Background:] fo?"

   "Just write a story about where's she's from, any important things that
happened to her, experiences that might have affected," still ain't sure
what the difference between effect, and affect is.  "Her personality, and
lifestyle."

   "She rich."

   "Yeah, like.  I can't start you out too wealthy, to be fair to the other
players, but she can start out from a middle class family.  Like, Treasure
Island,"

   "Or Alameda?"

   "Yeah."

   Looking around, I can imagine.  She ain't married, don't want kids, and
I don't need the hassle, neither.  But she got a guest room.  Like a kids
room, or college dorm, a couple beds anyways.  Stack them up like bunk-beds
if we have to, and an office, but we in the dining area.  In the kitchen,
but it right there with a big table, and she live by herself, but invite
friends over.  To play games with, I just never tried it with papers, and
dice yet.

   She say it good practice, for acting, and playing roles like that.  Not
acting like somebody, but thinking like them.  That what I learning, get
the character in yo head, and say what they do, in sucha such situation, or
whatever.  This a good way to learn.

   "Of course." She nodded, and hung up the phone.  To me: "So yeah."
Turning her head sideways to look at the paper, "You can start with a
Vehicle Control Mount."

   "Wha'zat?"

   "Under Cybernetics?  It's a direct connection to the vehicle.  Wires you
mind straight into the onboard computer, so you can control it as an
extention of your body?"

   Yeah.  "What kinda car can she get?  I was thinkin'."

   "Good," she wink, "That's the idea."

   "Well, she brought up, like.  She don't got to work, she got saving, fo
college, but she don't want that."

   "What?"

   "That, fantasy her momma and daddy." Write down [Family together] "Uh,
like.  You know?"

   "Her mom and dad wanted her to be?  Yeah," she nodded, "I know." Rolled
her eyes.

   "Yeah, so like dat.  Instead, she wanted to boost cars, and run around
wit gangsta.  Get in a chop shop, and joyriding fo thrills."

   "That'll work," she took the paper, and turned around.  "Go on," started
writing in the [Background:

   ...

   {For the purposes of this story, Cyberpunk is distopic fiction (Or
Roleplay) in a near future setting, where cybernetics blurs the distinction
between Fantasy (Cyberspace) and Reality (Whatever that is.)}

   ;

   Kelly Nightshade {Ice T - "Midnight" (OG: Original Gangster.)}

   So, I ran for South Central.  To lose the cops, taking the freeways is a
losing proposition, traffic, people who don't know how to handle a high
speed pursuit, with a chance of gunfire.

   Feign for the Passing lane, juke back right for the exit, crossing the
triangle of lines in front of the water barrels, and track straight.  Down
the exit ramp, check the frontage road over the guard rail.  Dead, nobody
coming up on the light, 'cept cars running up and down under the overpass,
ahead.  Perpendicular, street level, check my speed, and the the
approaching end of the medium.

   KRUNK!

   Downshift, and feel the back wheels turn lose, sideways, hold the brake
release with my thumb, snapping the paddle shifter in neutral, drop the
hhandle, and the gas pedal.  Cut back up against traffic, if there was any,
behind the AM/PM, dumpsters, swerve for the ramp, and catch some curb on
the tire behind me.
[Roll: 13.  Plus 3, "Sixteen?"]

   Slide sideways back into the opposite curb.

   Cut the engine, lights, grab my deck, and Bounce.

   It's hot, the plate got to be whizzing all over they airwaves, and they
ain't running lights, and sirens into this neighbohood.  Damage?

   That driver side rear rim don't look good.

   Head for the alley, check my steel, and put my hood up.  White girl in
this 'hood, looking for another boost.  Or a way out, like anyone else, but
they' coming back around.  Under the overpass, better make myself scarce.

   Check my watch.

   "It's almost Midnight."

   School night.  My folks had any idea how close I came.  To winding up
dead in the proverbial ditch, rolling that Mazerati.

   It'll get stripped, down to that busted rim by morning.

   There's a bucket, but "Fuckit," it'll have to do.

   Got to get home, before 6 in the morning.
6:30 if I skip the shower.

   ;

   {Racial Notes: Now, I don't want to write racist, but she is.  Tries
consciously to cover it up, but can't help the covert opinions from
slipping out when she doesn't.  Think about it, "Sorry, don't carry spare
change around with me." The first thing she said to her ex-fiancee, because
he's Mexican.  Yeah, half Mexican is Mexican, ask any racist.

   It's like Cover Incest.  Exactly like it, identical in fact, conscious
or not.  Again, we're in the grey area in between her thinking about it,
when she thinks about it, and conversationally calling her black boyfriend
"My nigga."

   Right, well he's not much of a storyteller.  So, even the
self-depreciating parts are her writing her opinions of him, from his PoV.
However, he also picked a song that had been out for a few years.  Arguably
the best track for this, from the best album, that was out at the time.  If
not a different one:}

   ;

   D.  Dub {NWA: Straight outta Compton.  (Title track)}

   "Yo D," My brother pointed at the couch, "Kickit.  Less you wanna play?"

   "Nah," with his white friends, "I'ma right."

   I kicked it, he walked over to the punch bowl, took a dixie cup.  See
what I mean?

   "Dis spiked?" He puckered.

   "Yeah," he girlfriend got up, "But I got a soda for little D.  Sorry,
didn't know he was coming."

   "Nice to get outta Oakland," I guess.  The island, it's like.  You know
a park, between buildings, or whatever?  Yeh, like that, only a lot more
park, and a lot less houses.

   Lawns and shit, I don't know.  Get sick of our neighborhood, but safe.
Long as we don't be seen, hanging around they yards, or there cars.

   "Girl, what you doin?" She sat down, put on her glasses.

   "Who dat?"

   "Just as you get the wiring harness out of the steering column, an old
lady catches you."

   "Stealing a car, what's it to you?"

   "Mhm?" She did it pretty good, actually.  You know that, aunt.  The one
that say that, instead of what she thinkin', "Mhm?  What you even doin out
in this neghbohood child?" She takes you by the ear, "Getcho skinny white
ass out my car, girl?"

   "Don't even have to roll for it?" He picked up the dice, rolled it
around in he hand, like jewls, or somthing.

   "You ever got grabbed by the ear, and yanked out the car?"

   "Yah?" We all have.

   "Well, bent over the steering wheel, pulling the ignition out of the
steering column.  No, you do not get to roll for it."

   "Aright."

   "Whatchu know 'bout boosting cars?"

   "Pull out the chip."

   "All right."

   "This," show her.

   "Boy." she shook her head, "Sorry, Gerl, whatchu talkin bout?"

   "Oh," straighten up, she let go?

   She rolled one of them, "Yeah." Looked down.

   "This is a chunk of Spark Plug." Oh, he showed me this.  "Flick it, like
dis, at dey window." Just happen to brung one.

   "What window?"

   "Girl, we on the skreet, derra window or not?"

   She rolls the dice, "Yeah, there's cars on the street." Shrugs, "Duh!"
Shook her head.  It's confusing, sometimes you don't know who talking, but
he like it.

   "KSH!" He grins, "It's like, ceramic, or whateva.  Dey coat the
conductor fo on the spark plug?  Yeh, it harduh, so the saftey glass
shatter to powda," he shrugged, "Ain't even that loud."

   "Roll to hit?"

   "Yeh." He pointed.

   "Well, don't go breaking my windows to prove it, but yeah.  All right,
the window shatters?"

   "Yeh, so when she look at, I bookit."

   "All right," she got out some matchboxes, "So, here's the car, and
here's the other car you tried to hotwire."

   "Juke behind it."

   "All right?"

   "What her yard look like?"

   "Stoop."

   "Thera way under the stoop?"

   "Hey, it's somewhere in Southcentral.  So yeah, I'm guessing a fence,
bobwahr, or at least a chainlink, with the points sticking up.?"

   "For pidgeons," or kids jumping ova they fence, "PS?"

   "Power first, it's a 4' fence, and you what?" She look under her glasses
like a teacher at a paper.

   "5 foot 4," he nodded, "Uh!" Oh yeah, and why he playing a white girl?

   "You don't make it, she cuts in front of, and around Her Car, and
catches you." PWRL, "Oh.  Ummmmmh?" Thinks, "Reaches to, you probably get a
reflexive action."

   "Get off me!" rolls, "Slap her arm away, and book it, the otha way."

   "What way?"

   "The way we came, she gotta be outta breaph, or something?"

   Rolls it, "She is weezing pretty hard."

   "Aright, squeeze between the cars, and see if I remember any ways out, I
spotted on the way in."

   "You never said that."

   "Yeh, cause we never played it, you jus' drop me off, in the middle of
boostin a car, and busted me in some ambush!"

   "All right."

   "So, yeah.  Uh, I." She holds up her watch.  "Oh yeah, I cut between the
cars, and look fo any alleys, or fences, I can jump."

   "Huh!" she sat down.  "I'll have to work that out.  Whut!?  Yeah, I
guess I coulda showed up with a layout of a ghetto street in south central
LA, but I never been there."

   "Me neither."

   "Yeahbut.  You know the layout, better.  Like, I don't know.  I been
there, but I never lived there, so.  You know what I'm saying?"

   "Yeah."

   "Huh!" she hates to admit, "I can't write that."

   ;

   {Now, I'm just going to skip right past how she went from his 8yo
brother (3 guesses what the D.  is short for) to their little sister. 
Because she's not going to write that, just the self-serving fiction to
upload with the pictures for the System:}

   ;

   Nakid Nebor

   I couldn't wait to go out on my own.  I guess I was only about 5, but
momma didn't watch me good enough.  I always liked taking off my clothes,
running around nekid, and I was curious about the parts between my legs. 
Were my pee came out, and were my poop came out.  Not the piss and shit,
but I knew ever part better.  My face, and my toes, but momma, she like to
hide our "Privates." Her privates, and she made me put on close.  "What if
someone sees?"

   Well, I want to.  See those parts I can't, my body get in the way, and I
can't get my eyes down there.  Back there, I can feel them, but I can't
see. Also, titty.  I aint got them, and when I get up, momma made me go
back in my room.  She was watching a movie, the lady nakid, and kissing a
man.  It was just a movie, on cable.  Late nite, rated R, I didn't even
know they was having sex.  Kissing, in bed, but he move his arm, and I can
see.  {Jewel of the Nile, Kathleen Turner, in case you're interested.}

   Then momma get up, and push me back in my room.  She smell funny, her
fingers smell funny, but I didn't see what she do to make her fingers smell
funny.  I member, the smell, and what she watch, when she make her fingers
smell funny.  I found it, momma had to go to work, but I don't got no baby
sitter, and I weren't in school.  So, she left me at home, with the TV.  I
switched it, but there weren't no movie on with kissing in bed, and the
girl with her top off.  There was a spanish show on, I can't read the
yellow words on the bottom, and they talk to fast, but she had a bra on. 
Yelling, and throwing stuff at the man, in Spanish.

   She say "Be good," and kiss my head.  She always say that, but I get up,
stupid cartoons, they don't got nothing.  Micky mouse don't got pants, but
you can't see nothing.  They don't draw it, but they don't go to the
bathroom.  They never pee, or poop, and all the kids in the club have close
on.

   I don't, I took them off, but in momma room, I smelled it again.  I get
down, and sniff, then I find them.  Under her bed, she took them off, and I
smell them real good.  Her underpants, of course.  I have underpants, but
they don't smell like this.  "Snh?" I remember, the lady in bed last night,
and her chest when the man move his arm.  Mommy left her bra to, she don't
say what it is, but there cold.  I seen her, wear one.  I felt it threw her
shirt to, I know they for her boobs.

   "Hihn!" I don't got boobs, but I put it on.  My tummy, I just hold it
with my hand, and rub it around till it get warm, like when momma wear it.
It funny, then I member.  My butt look like boobs, I forget cause it behind
me, and I don't see it, but it don't fit.  Her bra, is to big, but I sit in
it, and scoot around with my but in the bra.  Its fun, but the smelly spot
in the underpants, there even a little white mess.  Smeared in, so I know
right were it is.  Up front, there a split, just like me, but I don't get
that white stuff.

   So, I wiped it.  It dry, so I spit in there, and wiped it.  So, I got
white stuff in there, like mommy, not just pee.  I don't know what it is,
but I like it, it taste good, and smell good, and feel real nice in my
split.  Then, I get in her makeup.  I'm not sposed to.  I get spanked, but
she got this powder, and there a mirror in there.  I'm careful with the
powder, if I make a mess, then momma knows I been in her makeup, but if I
put it on the floor I can look between my legs.

   I don't see the white stuff, from her panties.  I see the split real
good, though.  "Hihin!" If I hold my legs up, and my head up, and bend over
on the floor real good, I can see my butthole 2.  "Asshole," that man said.
Momma got mad, for saying that around me, but I heard it, and I know ass
mean butt.  Where else do poop come out, I know I got one, but I aint never
seen it before.  "Nh!" I can squeeze it!  "Ihihihn!" No wait, if I turn
over, I can bend down, and tip up the mirror to see it.

   I squeezed it, and pushed out another fart.  POOT!  "Ihihihn!" I got to
poop, but momma don't got no potty in her bathroom, just a big toilet, and
I can fall, so I go in the little bathroom.  There aint no bathtub, in the
one in the hall, but that where my potty is, so I sit down, and use the
potty.  It stinky, so I wipe it, and dump it in the toilet, and go back in
momma bathroom.

   It was a good poop.  I liked it, that time, I still can't see, but I
felt it.  My asshole, it didn't squeeze till I cut it off.  It got big, and
I liked the feel of it, slipping out.  I don't got to poop no more, but I
member.  Momma got a brush, with a brown handle, it look like a poop.  It
don't curl up like a poop, and it hard, but if I bend over, I can see it in
the mirror.  It brown now.  I tried to wipe it good, but I can't see, so I
get a paper, and wipe it better so it just pink.

   "Nh!" It feel real good now.  So, I wipe it more.  "Ngh!" I really like
it, but I came in to feel it come out again.  Like the poop, the best poop
yet, but I got to stick the makeup brush in, or it won't come out.  It hard
to reach, but I can see now, and "Inh!  Hhhhhn!" If I push on it, like a
poop, I can push in more.  "Nhhhhh!" I really like it, even better then the
good poop, that felt good, and it in so far I can pull it out.  "Ngh!" It
squeezed!  And that felt good, so I stuck it in to pull it out again. 
"Ngh!" I touched it, without no washcloth, and squeezed it.  "Nh nh!" It
kissed my fingers, "Ihihihn!" When I giggled, it squeezed some more, so I
stuck the brush in again.

   "Hhhhhn!"

   I love this.  This brush, better then pooping.  I just lay down on the
bathmat, and feel it, but now my peer feel good.  It tingles, when I touch
it, and I know I aint sposed to touch it, but I aint sposed to get in momma
bathroom, and play with her makeup, and stick stuff in my asshole but I
smell her panties, and remember that lady.  Naked in bed.

   "NnnhhhhHHHHHH?" What's that?  "Oohhhhhhhh!" I don't know, but I really
like it.  My but squeezed the brush real good, I don't even have to make
it, but it squeezed out.  "Ihn!" Like a poop, but my peer felt so good
inside, I just curled up, and squeezed my fingers.  "Hhhhhh!"

   I think I'll take a nap.  Yeah, I feel like a nap.  It's kind of cold,
but.  "Hhhhh!" I think, I'll just nap.  Right here on the bathmat.  Yeah, I
feel real nice.

   When I woke up, I felt so good I put up all the makeup, and put on some
close, and snuck out.  I'm not sposed to go out, but I remember, dreaming
bout that lady.  I'm to little, and what if a dog got out, or a boy hurt
me, and make me take off my close?  Its okay, I don't got boobs.  I seen
the sexy girls on TV, they got boobs.  That how you make men take off your
close and touch you, and kiss you and hurt you.  There a dog, and he loud.
And scarey, so I run.  Hide on a porch.

   She got a big patio door, like mines.  She walk around naked, I seen
her. Just like me, but she white, and she older, and she got hair under her
arms.  And under the belly button, I seen it.  She ain't home, and her
blinds is pulled close so I can't see, nothing but the blinds, and my
shadow.  They to white, so I just look like a shadow, I can't even see my
teeth when I smile, it ain't like a mirror.  At all, and I don't got
nothing to put in my but.

   But I member, I seen her nekid.  She just talk on the phone, and hang
up, and go in her bathroom.  I guess, her porch just like mine, and her
living room, she got a differnt couch, and I seen her kitchen.  So I know
her bathrooms in the same place, but when she come out she dressed, and I
run off.  To get home before momma back from work, but I member her. 
Naked, and feeling my peer in the bathroom.

   It felt funny again, but I got the barbie Q, so nobody see if I pull
down my pants.  I tried to look, but the blinds to white, so I can't see my
but.  "Nh!" I squeeze it anyways, and feel it kiss my fingers.  And feel in
my peer, and I got a little pee, I think.  "hhhh," Now I'm wet, so my
fingers hot, and slippery, and my peer slips, and tingles, and tickles, and
I just member her walking around nekid.

   Her titties, she got nice titties, so high, and they swing when she
turn, and bounced when she put down the phone, and walking nekid to the
bathroom to get dressed I seen her butt to, but I aint see her peer or her
bra, or her underpants and I wonder if she got that white stuff in her
underpants, and they smell like momma when she seen that nekid lady kissing
that man in bed last night, and.

   "Ohhhhhh!"

   Yeah.

   "Hih hih hihn!  Hihihihn!" It happen again.  "Hihhhhhn!" The concrete
cold, and gritty, it aint like the bathmat, and I already got a nap today,
but I'll just be a minute.  "Hhhhhhh!" Feeling my asshole squeeze, and kiss
on my fingers.  "Nh mh!" Thas nice.

   What happen to the blinds?

   Click, she open the door, and I tried to pull up my pants to run, but
she catch me.  "What are you doing out here!"

   "I sorry," I pulled them up, but she pull my arm.

   "I saw you, how old are you?"

   "5?"

   "You play with yourself, when your 5?"

   "I just started, today." I nodded.

   "Wh, huh!  You, well you.  Did you just orgasm?"

   "What that?" I shook my head.

   "You better come in.  You know it's not safe, running around, and
playing with yourself, in this neighborhood?"

   I nodded, "My momma told me."

   "Well, where's your momma?"

   "At work?  What times it?"

   "Uh," she look in the kitchen, "About eleven thirty?"

   "Yeah, she still at work." She might call me on lunch, but I can say I
missed it, I was taking a nap.  I already took a nap, but she don't got
know that.

   "Whats that, orgasm?" Thing she said.

   "Well," she set down, "When you play with yourself, do.  Did you watch
someone, have sex, or masturbate?"

   I shook my head, "What masta, uh." Think.

   "That's what you're doing?"

   "Oh," I nodded, shake my head, "No, I figure it out."

   "So, you weren't faking it?"

   "What?"

   "An orgasm.  Thats where you feel real good, so good it makes you moan
like that?"

   "Yeah." That.  "I had a orgasm, then you catched me."

   "I'm sorry."

   "Sall right, I always wanted to meet you."

   "Why?"

   "I seen you, nekid, and you sexy?"

   "What?"

   "That what it is, sexy right?  I think that what it is, thinkin bout you
nekid, and masta.  Uh.  What you said, and a orgasm."

   "Yes, but you're 5!"

   "Yeah?  I know that, I jus told you that!"

   "Well, you're not supposed to get orgasms when your 5!"

   "Yeah?  Well, I aint sposed to sneak out, and look on you nekid neither.
I do it anyway.  You all right?"

   "Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

   "You real red, and why you talk so funny?"

   "I, huh!" She crossed her legs, I mean she had her legs crossed, so I
can't see her underwear, but she cross them tighter.  "Why, you think I'm
sexy?"

   "I don't know.  You is?"

   "Are you a lesbian?"

   "What that?"

   "You know, you think women are sexy, but you don't think men are?"

   "Yeah.  That." I nodded.  "Not womens.  You, you sexy.  I don't know no
other sexy womens." I don't get out much, and momma don't let me watch them
movies.  "You think I'm sexy to?"

   "I don't know."

   "Why?"

   "I just don't know!  Huh!  Your just to young, for any of this."

   "So?  I do it anyways."

   "Huh, well?  I guess, huh!  I guess, seeing you, what you did out there.
I kind of turned me on, a little."

   "Can I see you nekid?" I grinned.  "I didn't get a real good look
before." And if she take off her underpants, maybe I can smell them.  She
white, I wonder if she got that white stuff in there?

   ;

   Trish (Fg IR Tod Cons)

   I was curious, okay?  "What's your name?"

   "Ronda?"

   Not bi-curious, I'm a single woman, I date, and I never really found
mister right, but it's just that.  You don't expect to wake up, open your
blinds, and find a little black girl fingering herself off on your patio.
Okay?  It was weird, not like I ever dreamed about molesting a little black
girl before, but can a 5 year old really orgasm?  I mean, that's sure what
it looked like, and sounded like, bent over behind my grill with her pants
down, and her ass in the air, moaning, and squirming, and.  You know,
masturbating.

   I didn't know what to do, pinch myself?  Yeah, I'm awake, this is really
happening, but at first I just wanted to get to the bottom.  "Huh!" Well,
that's a poor choice of words, but you know what I mean.  My curiosity was
just, what the hell was going on!?  I mean, yeah, I went out last night,
and struck out again, and I'm a little hung over, but.  I just never heard
of a little 5 year old having orgasms before, is it because she's black? 
Is that normal for blacks?  I don't know, I'm not a gynecologist, I'm just
a single woman, and a little sexually frustrated, and I just don't know
what came over me, but there she was talking about orgasming, and looking
at me naked, and I never even thought about a child sexually before. 
Because they're not sexual, right?  I'm straight, right?

   Then how do you explain 1, a little black girl masturbating, having an
orgasm, and calling me sexy?  I can't even explain that turning me on, but
it did.  My headache went away, so there's that.

   So, "Okay." She wanted to see me naked, and I felt, so sexy.  Just
looking at her, smiling, watching me pull up my night shirt, and starting
to steam up my pajama shorts, which feel too tight all of a sudden, like my
shirt feels too hot, and my boobs feel so full, and heavy, and hot in my
hands.

   "Yeh." Then, there's the language barrier, I live in a low rent
apartment complex, I understand the language, but she's 5.  Coupled with
that, and her ignorance, not because she's black, but because she's 5, and
she never even heard of a orgasm before, but, "Ohh!" god I'm so fucking
horny I don't know what to do with myself.

   Well, I do.  I masturbate, I'm a grown woman, but I didn't even start
thinking about boys until I was a teenager, and I never thought that a
little girl watching me fondle my boobs would be such a turn on but there
she is.  Just looking, and smiling, and she just looks so happy.

   "Huh!" I got up, and let my teeshirt hang down.

   "Y U stop?"

   "I better close the blinds." Not that I care about someone seeing me
naked, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, I just always expected to attract a
man.  Any man, god I just need a man to come, and fuck me silly, and hold
me all night, and be there in the morning, but that's not what I got.

   "Come on," I took her hand.  "Ronda."

   "All right." She followed me back to the couch.

   "Huh!" I sat down.

   "Can I see you titties some more?" She grinned, looking right at the
front of my shirt, and that's definitely not helping my horniness.  I just
need to get off, maybe if I masturbated last night, instead of passing out,
or when I woke up I wouldn't have heard her muffled moans on my porch, and
she would have wandered off satisfied, but.

   "Sure," that's not what happened.  Might as well wish I was born in a
mansion with a hot handsome prince like my usual fantasies, but this isn't.
Normal.  At all, it's.  Well, I'm about to molest a little girl, be honest
with myself, Trisha.  That's exactly what I'm going to do, it's exciting,
and she makes me feel so sexy, and desirable, and attractive in a way no
man ever had.  "Would you like to feel them?"

   "Yeah," she looked up, still grinning, "All right."

   "Did your momma breast feed you?" She frowned, just holding it.

   "What that?"

   "Huh, you know, that's where milk comes from?"

   She looked down.  "Really?"

   "Yes, we're mammals?" What do they teach kids in school these days?  Oh
right, she's 5.  Not even, wait.  Isn't 5 old enough to be in kindergarden
already?  "Why aren't you in school?"

   "Iano?" She just held it, and her hands felt.  All right tiny, but she
didn't move them or anything, so I was starting to get bored with it.

   "Well, you suck on it.  Here." I held it up to her face, and felt the
soft puff of hair on the back of her head, and.  "Huh!" Just put my head
back.  Closed my eyes, and bit my lips.  "Mh, hm?"

   "Smq!"

   "Huh!" I rubbed her hair, and she licked her lips.

   "There aint no milk come out." She shook her head.

   "That's because I have to get pregnant first, you know what that is?"

   "Yeah, you get all swolled up, and then you get a baby from the
hospital." She nodded, "My ant done that."

   "And your mama."

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah, she had you, in her tummy." She had a round little tummy, I
rubbed it through her shirt, "You want to take this off?"

   "Yeah," I helped her out of it, "That feel nice."

   "You like sucking my nipple?"

   "Nah, but I like looking at them.  You got nice titty."

   "Thank you!" I rubbed her tummy.  "Hows this make you feel?"

   "Yeah," she smiled, and blinked.  Long, and slow, "Snh!  Huh!  You smell
nice to."

   "Yeah?" I kissed her.  I had to pick her up, so she stood on the couch,
and turned her head.  I licked her lips, then her teeth, then her tongue
when she opened it.

   "Smq!  Huh!" She smiled, and licked her lips.  Shook her head, and
giggled.  Looking down, she tried to unbuttoning her shorts again, so I did
it for her.  To pull them down over her big round firm dark buttocks.

   "Huh!" I've seen black girls, and while they don't all have that, Ronda
sure does.  "Yeah, huh!  Mhhn yeah."

   "You like that?"

   "Oh yeah." She nodded, grinning with her eyes closed.

   "Me too." Nice little booty, in my hands.  To squeeze, and feel flexing,
it's really quite muscular, but she didn't smell, like me.  She smelled me,
but I think I even smelled a little piss?  On her fingers too.  "Uh, you
want to take a bath?  Real quick, it helps to get clean before you have
sex."

   "All right.  If I get to see you nekid.  All the way, I want to see you
all nekid.  And have sex."

   "Okay," that's the plan.  "Huh, fuck it." I'm molesting her, I know it.
But she's willing, she likes it, she thinks I'm sexy, and she orgasms
thinking about me.  So, it's wrong, but it turned me on so much, I don't
believe I ever felt so horny.

   And now she's sexy.  Before, her eyes watching me play with my boobs on
the couch was.  But now, I felt her tummy, and her booty, and seen her bald
little twat.  "Yeah," she's sexy.  And she thinks I'm sexy, so who's it
hurting?  It's a victimless crime, I need to not commit in full view of the
open blinds, but there's no windows in the bathroom, and she's sitting in
the water when I kick off my pajama shorts, and slip off my panties.

   "Gimme them." She looks right at them.

   "These?"

   "Yeah," she takes them, and looks in them first.  Then she sniffed them,
and I just rub my fingers in my soaked lips real quick.

   "Huh!"

   "Snh!  You don't got no white stuff."

   "Cum?"

   She shook her head, "In yo undapants?" She blinked.  "My momma, she had
some in her undapants this mornin.  When I got my orgasm."

   "Did she have sex, with a man?"

   "Nah, she watch a movie."

   "A pornographic movie?"

   "What that?"

   "Were there naked people, having sex in it?"

   "Yeah."

   "And she masturbated?"

   "I ain't seen it, but she smell funny, like these." She held them up,
"Nh?  Yeah, like you smell, and her fingas smelt funny."

   "Well, it could be a lot of things.  Your Vagina discharges a lot of
things throughout your life, like mucus, or whatever."

   "Thas like, boogas."

   "Yes, and other things, so I have no idea what it was."

   ;

   Ronda

   The water was to deep to lay out, and feel sexy, so I got out, and she
got up off the toilet.  She dried me off, and took me into her bed.  I
knowed we's gonna have sex cause she said it, and momma have sex in bed,
but she do it with mens, and she close the door.  I din't know how to sex,
and she said "I don't really know how to do this," neither.  But, she
pulled the towel off me like a blanket, and layed down.

   Her hand felt real nice on my body, my belly, and my chest, and she
kissed me, but then she felt down between my legs, and it was electric. 
Then she feel on my leg, and back down between them, and back up my other
leg.  She go back, and forth, and every time she come back to the middle,
it felt even more electric.  "So," her eyes is real blue like the sky, "I'm
going to try touching you the way I like it, okay?" I nodded, but the way
she felt on my legs made me really want it bad.

   "Oh!" She rubbed on the outside, but her fingers were so big, and her
titties was right there.  On her side, so they stacked up, and I could just
feel on them, they so soft, and round, and heavy and warm, and they right
there.  I don't really like to suck on them, cause I can't see, but she do,
so I kissed it, and she had her other hand between her legs.  Like she did
on the toilet, but I seen it.  She hairy, but they light, and I seen the
skin between the hairs, and she got all this stuff in there.  More'n I got,
just look like a little raisin in there, but when she touch it, it don't
feel like a raisin, it feel electric.

   I touched a plug in once, and it shock me, and it hurt, but this shock
me, and it didn't hurt, it felt good.  And I had titty to playe with, more
titty then I can feel, and there another one right under it, so I just put
my head on ot like a pillow, and kiss on the other one, and feel her
nipple, and play with it.  It real soft, and rubbery, and wet with spit,
but Is wet from the bath water, and she felt in the bottom.  I aint peed,
she do on the toilet, and it wiggled like the skin in there, but longer,
and yellow, and.

   "Ohhhhh!" Yeah.  There it is.  "Hhhhhh!" I just stop, take a minute, to
feel it.  The best one, the first one was good, and then it was all right
on ther porch, but this.  "Huh!" I lay back, and she feel me all over
again. My legs, and my body, and it felt so nice, so that feeling last a
long time.  Then it get softer, and softer till I can barely feel it, but I
member, and just lick my lips.  "Huh!"

   "Wow, you're really orgasmic!"

   "Yeah."

   "You think you can do that to me?"

   "Yeah!" I sat up, I really wanted to make her feel that good, and see it
better, and touch her, so she put her legs up, and spread them so I can see
in between.  "Like this?" I felt on her legs, like she do, and she said she
do it like she like it, so I tried it, but I ain't got all that stuff
inside like she do.  So, I played with it, it's funny, just all this skin,
and rinkly, and pink, and she smell so good.  Even better then them panties
when momma watch that movie so I lick my lips, and really wonder what it
taste like.

   Like my fingas, when I get them stinky, but not like my momma panty. 
"Oh!" I felt something, in all the skin on top, "Yes, like that!" I kept
losing it, in all that skin, but she liked it, and I guess it like, hide
and seek.  On the playground, or whatever, but she shaking, and humping
like a dog, so whenever I find it, it slip out so I got to look for it
again, but it aint like her titty.  I like to feel on them, but I knowed
whatever it is in there, it feel real good when i find it, cause she say
"Oh!" and bouck so I got to find it again.  "Nh, now, just rub it with your
fingers."

   "Like this?"

   "Nh hm!" She nodded, and bit her lip, and that help cause when she buck,
it just rub it through my fingas, and she all, "Nh nyeah, fasta fasta!" So
I rubbed on it real fast, and she stopped.  "Ngh!" She shiver, and start
shaking real hard.

   "Hihihihn!" She got a hole, where she pee out of, but like, bigger. 
Mines aint that big, but I seen it pop, in and out, and she peed something.
But it ain't pee, it, cum?  I don't know, I think, it aint white neither,
but it wquirted over any over, and it real slippery.  "Nh, fuck me, fuck
your fingers inside me, Ngh!  Yeahhhhh!" My fingas was so slippery with it,
and she loose, so that what fucking mean.  I didn't know, the man just faid
fuck, and my momma skolded him for saying it around me, but it mean put
your fingers in, and she tight on the outside where it pop, like my asshole
when I touched it, and "Ngah!  I'm cumming!"

   I thought she already do, but I think it is a muscle.  "SLPH!" So I
sucked on the skin, and helt on while she squeezing my fingers, and moaning
so good.  I bet it felt good, and I got to try that.  I thought my pee come
out that hole in the bottom, but my fingas slick from her cum, and I feel
it.  The little pee hole, in the top of the hole.

   "Spb!  Ngh!" Oh.  "Yeh!" This fucking, it do feel good.

   "Hih hih hih hihn!"

   "Nh nh nh nhnhnhnhn!"

   She told me, you can do it again, and again.  I didn't know that, I just
done it 2 times, but not at the same time like this, but then she move my
hand, and I humped like her.

   Then she stuck her pinky in, and fucked me, and "AUGHHHHHHH!" Yeah. 
That's what it is.

   Sex, I really like sex.  It's the best.

   ;

   {Of course, this isn't written by a toddler.  It's written to justify
molestation of one, for the purpose of Childporn...}