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 {This is the difference between fantasy, and reality.  In this case, the
driving force.  If it all happened exactly the way she dreamed, perfectly,
then there would be no reason to keep dreaming.  That, and some of it's not
even possible.  Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up the way she does.}

   ;

   Mertyl

   I'm not supposed to go out, alone.  I can get in trouble, but my sister
left me.  I don't like her, she's mean, and her friends are mean, it's all
her fault.  She left me alone, it's not like I ran off, to get away from
them.  Teasing me, and calling me names, but when I got done crying I
looked around, and I was lost.  I never been there before, but no use being
sad, and bored all day, just cause my sister wants to be mean, and make her
friends laugh.  At me, "Sniff!"

   Oh well, so I went exploring, it'll be an adventure!  The good thing
about being lost, and alone is everything's new, so I can discover new
things, and find a new way home.  By myself, who needs my mean old sister,
and her mean old friends anyway?  Just because she's in jr.  high, and has
high school friends, that makes her cool, and she doesn't want to play with
me.  Just push me around, and make fun of me for being little, but it's not
fair, and I can't help it.  Like that makes her better then me, just cause
I'm still in 3rd grade?  No, just bigger, so she can push me around, and
there's no grownups to tell her to stop, just her friends to push me around
to, and call me names until I cry.

   I'm done crying, just stop it, that's what they want.  That's why there
so mean to me, and at least there not here to make me cry but, "Hello."

   What's this?  Well, it's a fence, and a hole under the fence, like a dog
dug under it to get out, or a rabbit to get in, but if I squeeze I can get
under it, and I think it was a rabbit.  Getting in to the garden, cause
there's a garden, and no dog.  Though maybe there was a dog, and she got
out, but theres no doghouse, or bowls for dog food, and water, or nothing,
just a garden.

   I can tell, cause there's a box, a big wood box full of dirt, and plants
sticking out, but some of them is pulled out, and dug up, so I bet it was a
bunny rabbit, but it must've got full, and runned off, cause I looked, but
no bunny.  Oh well, I wanted to play with it, I got to play with one once,
and her fur was so soft, but she didn't want to play, and she kicked and
run off under the couch, so I couldn't get her, and then I had to go home.

   Like a scaredy cat, but a bunny, with softer fur, and long floppy ears,
but she's scared of me.  I went back, but I never saw her again, cause she
hid, and runned, like a scaredy cat, but why do they call them that,
instead of a scaredy bunny?  I mean, I know cats, we live with them, or 3
of them, but mom says we don't own cats.  There to indypendint, not like
dogs.  At all, but they come right up, and headbut, and pur for me to pet
them, and there fur is soft, but not like that bunny.  I loved that bunny,
she was so soft, but she was scared, so I never got to pet her again.

   "Huh!" So, I picked up the plants, and stuck them back in the dirt, and
there was a little shovel, but the carrots was dirty.  From being in the
dirt, I bet, but it got in my teeth, so I had to spit "Ptoo ptoo!" And I
stopped trying to eat them.  Somebody's been eating the leafs too, but the
bunny, I bet it was a bunny, a pretty little bunny rabbit with soft fur,
and tangles in it, so I can pull out the tangles, and pick out the burrs,
and pet it flat, and soft, and the bunny'd be so happy, and grateful she'd
let me ride on her back, and hop, and skip, and carry me all the way home.

   "Nh," no.  How would the bunny know where I live?  Or how to get there,
I don't even know how to get home from here, and I live there, but I don't
even know where I am, much less a rabbit, big enough to ride, but I giggle.
I never seen one big enough to ride, or anybody riding a bunny like a
horse, and holding her ears so I can pull one, and she turns this way, or
the other to make her go that.

   "Huh!" but I can pretend, and it's fun, the way she jumps, and I just
wish I could feel her soft fur so smothe and slicked down from petting her,
and pulling out the burrs, and tangles so she so grateful, and lets me ride
her, and bouncing along between the trees, and flowers, and she wants to
stop, but I say "Uh uh, I got to get home," so we keep hopping all the way
home.

   "Huh!" I fall back, in the grass, and look up at the sky.  The big
pretty blue sky, and the fluffy clouds.  Big white puffy fluffy clouds, I
bet there soft, and feel as smooth as a bunny's fur, and I wish one looked
like one, or was shaped like a rabbit, but I feel so much better.  I always
do, after I cry, and I know how to feel better, I just never though about a
rabbit before.  "Huh!" A big white rabbit, big enough to ride, and her soft
fur, bouncing between my legs when we hop along and.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Huh?"

   "Oh my god, what have you done to my garden?"

   I sat up, "I fixed it.  It was busted, when I fount it, but the bunny
runned away, and I fixed it for you."

   "How did you get in here?"

   A lady, an old lady, like my mommy.  Or as old as mommy, but not really
like her.  She has a garden instead of cats.

   "The rabbit hole." I pulled my pants up, "See?" I showed her.  "I
climbed under the fence."

   "What were you doing?"

   "Nothing?"

   "Did you pee in my garden?"

   "Uh uh." I shook my head, "I didn't have to."

   "Then what were you doing, half naked in my yard?"

   I looked down, mumbled.  'playing with myself.'

   She gasped, "How old are you?"

   "Why?"

   "Well, it doesn't matter.  You're obviously too young to be breaking
into people's yards, and destroying there gardens, and playing with
yourself."

   "I didn't!  It was the rabbit?"

   "Well, come along."

   "No, let go of me!"

   "I'm going to call your mother, what's your number?"

   "I don't know?  I don't have a phone," or a real one.  I mean, I have
some, there's one in my kitchen, but it's not real, just pretend, "I never
call myself?" I giggled.  "It wouldn't work anyway, if you try, the lady on
the phone just says it's busy, and try again later." You get it?  Cause
your on the phone, you can't call yourself, cause your on the phone?

   Never mind.

   "Then were do you live?  I'll tell her in person."

   "I don't know.  I mean, I live at home, but.  I don't know how to get
there, cause I'm lost, and I don't know how to get here from there, cause I
don't know where I am."

   "Huh!" She sat down, and her bosoms boobed.  I giggled.  "You don't know
your address, either?"

   "I never send me any mail, neither." I shook my head, "Your pretty."

   "What?" she shook her head, "Never mind, you're still in serious
trouble, and didn't your mother tell you not to break into people's yards,
and.  Play with yourself, in their gardens?"

   "Nu uh!" She looked puzzled, "Its okay to play with yourself, my mommy
does it, and my sister, and her friends." I heard them, but they wouldn't
let me in to see, but I knew what there doing, cause I heard them talk
about it.  "Don't you?"

   "Certainly not."

   "Your husband doesn't let you." I nodded.

   "My husband has nothing to do with it.  It's wrong, especially after you
invaded someone else's space, and."

   "I just wanted to see the bunny." I started crying, "But I missed it,
and after I saw what it did, I tried to fix it, but I messed it up, and
huh! Hih hih hih hih!" I couldn't talk, just choke on the lump in my
throat, but she got the message.

   "Oh, it's okay.  I'm sorry I yelled at you, it just.  It didn't look
good, and you upset me.  I just didn't know how to handle it, when I saw
you, like that."

   "Well, it's not wrong.  It feels good, and it's the only thing that
feels good, in my whole entire life, and everyone's mean to me cause there
big, and I'm little, and I just wanted to see the bunny, but I missed it!"

   "Huh!  It's not a rabbit."

   "Hm?"

   "It's armadillos." She nodded, "I've had this problem, with the
armadillos, and my garden.  All season, and it's frustrating, but I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, it's just.  So.  Frustrating."

   "I forgive you." I hugged her, and her boobs were so soft, and squished
together, and felt so hot and round in my arms, and on my face.  "Snh!" I
wiped my eyes on her shirt.

   "Oh," she turned out of the way.  "Let me get you a tissue."

   I liked her shirt.

   "You got a pretty shirt." I nodded.

   "Oh," she looked down.  "Thank you.  I'm mrs, Lancing."

   "Oh, I'm Mertyl."

   "Nice to meet you Mertyl."

   "It's wet." I looked at my tears, on her shirt.

   "Yes, a little." She pulled it out.  "It's just a spot." So it was loose
in front of her bosom, but tight on the sides.  "It will dry." Of her
bosoms, and they boobed, when she let go.

   "Your not wearing a bra."

   "Mertyl!"

   "What?"

   "That's rude!"

   "Why?"

   "You can't just talk about, a woman's breasts like that!"

   "Why not?  And besides, I was talking about your bra, and not your
bosoms.  There nice, bosoms, and I like your shirt, but it's wet, so you
should probably change it."

   "Uh!" She shook her head.  "Are you, homosexual?"

   I shrugged.

   "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave."

   "But I just got here."

   "Get out, now."

   "No!  Let me go!  I don't wanna, I got nowhere else to go, and your
mean, and I hate you!" She put me down, and slammed the door, and locked
it. "Huh!" I just shook my head.  No reason to knock, she wouldn't let me
back in, and take off her shirt, and let me see her bosoms, and touch them,
and hug them around my face, only without the shirt in the way.

   I lied, yeah, it's a pretty shirt, and all, but I didn't like it.  It
got in the way, so I couldn't see them, or feel them real good.

   "Oh well," I hopped down the steps.  I got to feel them a little,
through her shirt, and at least she didn't have a bra on, but where am I?

   I wish I could find some place, to go play with myself.  Again, after
all that, I really just wanted to feel better again, but I better find my
way home.

   I can remember, her bosoms, though.  She has really nice bosoms, even
bigger, and better then mom's, but I ruined it.  Just like the garden, so
now I'll never get to see them, and hug them, and feel them squish on my
face, ever again.

   I better get home though.

   "Oh." There's the church steeple.  I can see it, if I get up on our
roof. I'm not supposed to climb up there, I could fall and get hurt, but I
never do.  It's got to be over there, so keep going this way.  It's gone
again, but I don't have to see it, just follow the street back, it's on
that side, so maybe I can turn on the next one, and see it again, but I
know my way home from church.

   "Huh!"

   Yeah.  I know where I am now.  I can go home, and maybe play with myself
in the shower.  I'm all hot and sticky now, so I need a shower.

   And then I'll feel better.

   ;

   Ethyl (mf Fant.  gf Mole Ince)

   Oh, Trevor!

   His hands, felt so small.

   "Hm?" I blinked, "Merty!" I pushed them off, and pulled my shirt down,
"What are you doing!?"

   Well, isn't it obvious?  She had my bra off, too.  So I had to get up,
turn around, and try to get it back on.  "Get out of here!"

   "I just wanted to see them, and feel them, and." She licked her lips,
and I felt, damp.  A little damp spot, in my bra, from my nipple?

   "Ugh!" I pushed her, "I said GET OUT!" I knew she was crazy, but I had
no idea.  She would ever do anything, so dirty?  "Ugh!" I felt filthy, all
of a sudden, and a nasty chill run up my spine, like a drop of sweat in
reverse.  She felt me up?  My little sister just felt me up in my sleep,
and it was the most disgusting thing I could never imagine.  Never in a
million years would I suspect her, from.

   Just shake my head, eyes squeezed tight to try and shake it out, but
it's not.  Like, so much, I don't know, I tried to cover them up.  With my
arms to protect them, but that didn't help, the disgusting feeling. 
Remembering her hands, my little sister's hands, and I didn't feel her
mouth.

   "Ugh!" I really need a shower, but that means going out there.  And
taking off my clothes, yeah in the bathroom, I can lock it, but is taking
them off really going to make me feel any better?  I feel filthy, but is it
going to wash off, with soap, and water?  Really?  No, I seriously doubt
that would help, but I can't think of anything else, and I know it's even
more disgusting with her spit in my bra, and it still feels damp on my
nipple, but I don't know what to do!

   I better wash it off, and change though.  I know I don't want to wear it
any more, all day, and now I can't stand it.  Wait to take it off, and
throw it away, and maybe even burn it, I just close my eyes.  "Huh!" What
am I going to do?

   "I'm sorry." I can't look at her, in the hall either.

   "Leave me alone."

   "I really am, I'm so sorry.  I didn't know any better."

   "Well, what, possessed you, to come in my room, and." Feel me up. 
"Ugh!"

   "I don't know.  I love you, and you do it, and your friends do it, and
mom does it, I just.  Wondered, what they feel like, and I don't have any
of my own."

   "But you're my sister!"

   "I know, but I don't have any friends your age.  With bosoms, and.  Huh.
I'm.  Homosexual."

   "But you're only 8!"

   "I KNOW!  Why do you keep telling me what I already know?  My name is
Mertyl, you wanna tell me that, too?  It's not helping!"

   "Well, I don't know.  What to say, but." There's no use telling her. 
Not to do that, anything, ever again.  It doesn't work, she doesn't listen,
and if I didn't know better, I think it actually encourages her.

   "I just wish I had a girlfriend, like you."

   "Well, you can't, because we're sisters, and I'm not gay." She giggled,
"What?"

   "Then why do you do it with your girlfriends?"

   "There not my girlfriends!  And I don't 'do it' with them.  Honestly I
don't know where and how you get these ideas into your head."

   "I heard you.  Talking about it, and giggling."

   "And stop spying on me!" I slammed the door, "UUUUH!" In the bathroom,
"Huh!" I just sat down, on the toilet, and started to cry.

   I didn't know what else to do.

   ;

   Mertyl (Fg Fant)

   "Mh," pretty girl, "Mh!" Such a pretty little girl.  "Yeah!"

   The woman, I guess my imaginary friend, but I never used to imagine
them. Well, even being her, really.  Having bosoms, nice warm soft bosoms
to cradle my head in, and lie down on her tummy.  Feel my legs, and up
under my skirt.  My undewear hot between my legs, and so soft.  So smooth,
and hot, and, "Ohhhh!"

   God I wish they wern't all men.  You know, child molesters?  Bad enough
I got to be a kid for years and years and years before I get boobies, like
my sisters, and even then there still small, and not soft, and round enough
yet.  They was warm though, and her nipple.

   "Huh!"

   Okay, she did have a nice big soft warm nipple, and it got hard in my
lips, and popped back when it slipped out, and bulged in my hands, but she
woke up.  Got mad and yelled at me, but what else is new?  So, now she
knows, and calls me homo, and all the girls laugh, and look at me, but you
know, at least it's true?

   "So?" They just kept laughing.

   I don't know, I'd sorta rather get made fun of for that then them make
up stuff, or being so little.  I hate it cause it's true, but I don't hate
being homo, I just hate being alone.

   Alone, and little, so I had to make up someone else.  A lady, a nice big
tall lady with boobs as big as my head.  A homo, that likes little girls,
pretty little girls like me, that want to touch me, and hug me, and lie
down so I can pillow my face in her boobs, and kiss them, and squish them
all around my head, and.

   "MHHHHHHHHHHhnr!"

   Yeah.  The pillow muffles it, but now I have to turn my head, and pant
like a dog out of breath.  "Huh huh huh!" From chasing a rabbit, let's say.
"Hihhhn!" Yeah, only now I can catch it, and not some ugly old armadillo
with dry scales, and little hairs sticking out between them.  A nice soft
bunny, "Yeah." With fur as soft as cotton, softer even but now my 100%
cotton underpants, with the polyester lining.  It says it on the label, the
lining is, um.  3 parts cotton, and 7 parts polyester, if I remember.  I
can check, later, but it feels scratchy, and rough.  Like dog hairs,
instead of the soft cottony inside, with them inside out, so I can feel
them inside, with my fingers.

   "HhHhH!" Yeah, I feel better.  But that's not, never gonna happen.  Ever
in a million years, am I going to find a bunny that big, one that won't
turn over, and kick me.  Screaming, and run off under some furniture.  No
wait, down a hole, "Yeah." Rabbits live in rabbit holes, like rabbit from
Pooh, only he's not a real rabbit.  I think they do, live in holes, not
just in bugs bunny cartoons, and Winnie the Pooh books, but real rabbits
with real fur, and I wished I thought of it before I sat on that one, and
he got away.

   You know, I could have pulled my pants off, but then they'd get in the
way, so I can't sit on her, with my pants in the way between my legs.  So,
I took them off.  "Yeah," to feel her soft soft fur, the softest fur ever.
Not just tickling my legs, but also between my legs.  "Oh," like this!'
"MH!" Better stick my face in my pillow again.  I can't breathe, but it
gets so hot with my breath I can just imagine it's like a shirt.  Only with
bosoms inside, instead of my stupid old pillow.

   ;

   Elsie {fg Fant.}

   I took a deep breath, "Huh!" Let it out, real quick so my chest fell,
and with it her eyes.  "So," I didn't know what to say, "When do you think
she'll be back?"

   "Ester?" She looked up, "Um," blinked, and shook her head.  "Idunno,
whenever she's done with her friends?"

   She nodded, but her eyes went right back.  Down to my chest, and she
smiled.  To herself, and she told me.  Her sister I mean, she said that
she's crazy, and I pickup on that too.  The way she says things sometimes,
are hard to follow, and I have to wonder about what must be going through
her twisted little head, but I do know one thing.

   No question, when she made fun of her.  Ester, I mean, called her a homo
for looking at her friends.

   Like this.  "Huh!" a little sigh, to herself, as if I wasn't even here,
but she closed her eyes, briefly.  To slow for a blink, but then she went
back to staring at my chest.

   All she said was So?  When they called her that, and I didn't.  Say
anything at the time, but, you know.  She's just so young, and little, and
flat chested, and.

   I know, I sure didn't start to look at the other girls, until I was much
older.  Like that, like this, she is, right now, and her cheeks are so red.

   For once, I have some idea of what must begoing through her head, I
just, don't know what to say.  I am, homosexual too, but I'm not like, a
child molester or anything, and "You're what," she looked up.

   "Huh?" She blinked and shook her head again.  "Sorry," she gigled,
"Guess I was daydreaming again, what was that?"

   "Uhm," I bit it back, "Huh!" Her eyes glanced back down.  "Never mind."

   I like women, though.  You know, boobs?  She don't got none, and I mean
none, at all.  I even saw her in her underwear, running around until her
sister yelled at her and chased her back in her room, but when we came back
out she was fully dressed.  And I never looked at little girls like that,
because they're like.  Little girls are, you know, innocent?"

   "Hih!"

   Well, they should be.  They certainly shouldn't be slipping out in the
chair.  Right across from me, and pushing her skirt down between her legs.

   "Uh, Mertyl?"

   "Hm?" She opened her eyes.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Elsie?"

   Well, obviously she was about to start to play with herself, so it went
without saying.  I stopped her, but.  It's like asking if she's attracted
to girls, or likes staring at boobs.  Yes, I'm pretty sure that was a yes.

   "Um, you're not.  Going out with my sister, are you?"

   "Oh," I laughed it off.  "No, why?  Did she say anything?" About me?

   "No, she didn't tell but.  You know, I couldn't help but hear you. 
Talking, next door?"

   Right next door, I don't mean to their house, but their rooms are.  You
know, what's the word.  Ajacent?  "What about?"

   "Well, you said to touch them.  Like this, and she said like this, and
you said yeah, and.  You know.  Moaned, a little?"

   "Well, we weren't making out, if that's what you're.  Imagining." She's
imaginative, from what I heard, but.  Well, from what little I heard, it's
all weird stuff, or crazy.  That's what Esther calls it.

   She giggled, "But you were talking about, your bosoms."

   "Huh, this is why you don't listen at people's doorways," and spies on
her, and goes through her stuff, and always gets her in trouble.  "Huh! 
She was just, you know.  Starting to wear a bra.  For real, and she was
just having a little trouble.  So I helped her."

   "Out of her bra."

   "No, uh!  I never even touched her.  You know, she."

   "She's not gay.' She nodded, "She thinks about boys."

   "How do you know," what she thinks about?

   "She told me?  She's my sister, so we talk about stuff.  You know, like
boys and stuff."

   "Oh," I nodded, "Yeah."

   "I'm not.  I like girls."

   "Yeah," well that got it out in the open, "I could tell."

   "Well, don't.  Tell my mom, or anything.  My sister knows, and now all
my friends, but.  You mind if I ask why you hang out with her?"

   "Esther?" I shrooged, "I don't know, she's cool?" I guessed.

   "Yeah, but she's 13, and you're what.  15, sixteen?"

   "Yeah?  So what, how old are you?"

   "Yeahbut I'm not hanging around with 8th graders, and feeling up there
boobs."

   "I didn't, I told you, I didn't even touch her." Shake my head, "That's
why you don't eavedrop, because you can't see what really happened, and
then you make up, some.  Fantasy about us making out."

   "Then, what did happen?"

   "It wasn't her boobs, it was her bra.  When I said rub them, like this,
I was referring to the lines.  From the straps, over her shoulders.  It
wasn't even anywhere near her boobs, and she didn't even have any back
then, really."

   "Oh," she looked down, and grinned, "You have great, bosoms."

   I laughed, and covered them up.  Finally, it was starting to get a
little weird, and uncomfortable.  "Huh!  I better go."

   "Oh no, I'm sorry.  That was rude of me, and I'm sorry."

   "Huh!  Well, when she comes back, you can tell her I stopped by, okay?"

   "Don't go, I'm sorry.  I won't talk about your boobs no more.  You like
boobs?"

   "They're all right," I shrugged, and kept, holding them.  "I'll see you
later."

   "No, I mean, saying it.  You'd raher say boobs then bosoms, or breasts,
or.  I don't know, titties?"

   "Huh!" I just shut the door.

   She just weirded me out, is all.

   ;

   {WiP...

   If you think that's tittilating, wait until I get into the hot and heavy
stuff, like Probabilities!  What?  That doesn't work for you?

   Okay, well sarcasm aside, one thing that always bothered me, even
writing these fantasies is the unlikelyhood of someone like this finding
that special someone, immediately, and she's perfect.  They do, exist BTW.
I've known some, as sexually precocious as young as 8, but that's not the
point.  They're rare, exceedingly rare, and also tend to be comorbid with
some other undiagnosed mental illness.  There's female child molesters too,
but that doesn't mean they ever find eachother.  I can't even estimate the
probability of this actually happening consensually, like it always does,
in the fantasies.  I'm sure it has, occasionally, but every single time,
perfectly?  No, it does not.

   I've written them too, but you know what I've never read before?  What
it's really like, because nobody writes it, either.  You can't imagine, so
let me tell you...}

   ;

   [Jailbird

   The brakes squeeled to a stop, sending pigeons flapping into the sky in
a panic.  "Huh!" last one in, the driver pushed out the doors, first one
out at least.  I looked around my new home.  For the time being, the yard
between the buildings, women wandering around, getting up, checking out the
new girls.

   "Great," I hate being the new girl.  "Huh!" Well, might as well make
friends, socialize.  You know, after we "Line up."

   On the side of the bus, turn around and put our hands up.  So they can
check for contraband, again.  Whatever we might have managed to smuggle in,
since they booked us, and loaded us up from the county jail.

   "A little higher." If you're going to feel a girl up, right in front of
everbody.  "Tease."

   "Very funny."

   I wandered off.  Didn't find anything, what no cavity search?  What you
save on gloves and lube, we can make up for smuggling in sex toys, I can
hope.  Or maybe they got a wood shop, I don't know, girls got to do
something, without any men around, but just walking around, checking out,
who's checking me out.

   "Sup," standing alone, in the corner.

   "What part of me, sitting over here by myself, said to you I was just
waiting for you come by, and bother me?"

   "Loner huh?"

   "Couldja tell?  Fuck off."

   "Okay?" don't have to tell me twice.

   "Hey, don't mind Gladys, she thinks she can go it alone here."

   "Tell me about it."

   "Chu in for?"

   "Rape?"

   "Wh, hah?" I turned around, tried to keep a straight face.  "Not really,
I mean you know how it goes.  She said, I said.  It's not like I had to tie
her down so she'd stop fighting, she wanted it." I couldn't hold it back,
"Nhehahahih!"

   "Haha, had me going a minute there."

   "So you're gay."

   "What makes you say that?"

   "You're still here?  A straight girl would've been scared off bi now."

   "Oh, yeah." She nodded.

   "So, you wanna go fool around?"

   "Yeah," she patted my should, "I got this great spot."

   "I bet."]

   ;

   Chastity (Alias.  Her real name's not Mertyl, neither.)

   "Huh!" if only it were that easy, but I closed my notebook, looked at
the clock.  My tray, what they call food on it, then back out the window.

   4th grade, wo hoo!  "Yearh!" Might as well throw it in the trash, where
it belongs.  Watching the playgrounds, the kids running around, climbing
over it like apes.  Jungle gym, monkey bars, same ones as last year, and
the year before that.

   Well, the little play ground.  Chain link, what got me thinking about
prison, and maybe preparing myself.  For the inevitable, I haven't given
up, I just have to think about it.  Some ore, not like I hadn't before, but
obviously not long enough to come up with something.  As long as I'm stuck
here, forced to think in school English, and keep notes.

   Might as well take notes, right?

   "Well!" She looked up.  Stood up, and pulled her underpants with her. 
Scooched back into them under her skirt.  Just popped a squat, right there
in the corner, like an animal, except her skirt covered everything.  "Hey,"
I leaned up against the fence, "You're new here."

   I don't know, what to say to women.  Even young ladies, like teenagers.
Here I had a bonafide Lesbian, lying about feeling up my sister in her
room, and I somehow managed to fuck it up.  "What's your name?"

   I just don't know what to say.

   "Cat."

   "Like a kitty cat?"

   "Kiddie cat!" She beamed.  I'm not just saying that because she's black.
I don't really care about that, just making conversation.  I mean, the part
about climbing around like monkeys, or wandering around the fence like
prisoners, I wasn't even thinking any of that about her.  I don't care,
most of those apes is white anyway.  I looked back, from over my shoulder.
"Still here, huh?" Down at the puddle of piss, soaking into the corner. 
"What do you like to play, cat?"

   All alone, in the corner, I know how that feels.  The older kids, not
wanting to play with her.  Just because she's younger, little, and not much
of a talker.

   "Kat."

   "Kitty cat?"

   "Kiddy cat."

   "Come on," she followed me along the fence, "Let's go play kiddy cat."

   Kindergarteners.

   I guess I had to start somewhere.

   .

   .

   {Author's Note: This is not normal, but then neither is homosexuality,
pedorasto, intersex, or transexuality.  Which isn't to say it doesn't
happen, normal children just aren't this sexual, that young.  However,
there are conditions that could cause precocious sexuality.  As young as
age 5, it's extremely out of the ordinary, but just possible.  I'll spare
you the medical details about in utero hormone exposure, the same things
that can cause other congenital sexual anomalies, as listed before.  We're
born this way, which isn't an excuse, there is no excuse.

   However, this is a fantasy, an ideal one, where everything goes right,
and nobody gets hurt.  This literally never happens, not because it's
impossible, but because it's astronomically unlikely.  However, if it did,
the odds would favor it happening in a population with inadequate
healthcare, sexual/medical knowledge, and child oversite.  That's why
certain choices were made in the characterization, and situation.  Because
in a privileged setting, this is impossible, all the things that have to go
unnoticed wouldn't, because they would have access to all the things
society has set up to prevent it.}

   [Nekkid 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 nekkid, 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 play 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 there 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 buck 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 squirted over any over, and it real slippery.

   "Ngh, 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 said 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 done did, 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 se 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 another Plausible excuse is that children can, and do play
sexually with each-other.  Not without being sexualized by an adult, I know
what the narrator said, I wrote it.  Child molesters Lie, make Excuses, and
in this case Play/blame the Victim.  Just let me point out in the above
Origin, who was old enough to write the toddler's PoV, to make it seem
consensual, seductive, and reluctant.  Since it's a fantasy, and an
idealized one at that.}

   ;

   Taryn {gG-f Tran Boys Pron Solo Voye...  gg IR Pedo Saph Yiff.}

   I barely remember this.  And I tried, even before I could write, but
once I could.  I found my brothers' pictures, and my sister's a bit of a
slut.  It was my favorite book, but I had to sneak in the boy's room to
look at it.  So, I didn't copy it, but it was like a sex diary storybook
with pictures, and everything.  I showed it to Devina, and I guess that's
how I got the first talk.  About boys, and what she did with them, and
girls.  She identified as a Nouveausexual, so I guess Novasexual is a more
correct, and simpler way to put it.  She doesn't like dating, it's a pain,
and a waste of time.  Like boyfriends, nor girlfriends, she just likes sex
and plays with herself when she don't have someone else.  Like her friends,
mom and dad never let her have boys over, but I got to see them sometimes,
or hid to watch her play with herself.

   And read her sex journal, when I learned to read but I get ahead of
myself.  I was the youngest, 2 brothers in the middle, and they had their
own room, but I'm pretty sure I was born gay.  Before my first girlfriends,
when I started school it was more auto-erotic than incestuous, I didn't
desire my sister, she's like 8 years older, but that's how I learned to
play with myself.  I hid in my room, or the bathroom to watch her through
the peephole I had to poke to see.  I guess I listened to her first, I
remembered that when I started to write, but I didn't know what it was.  I
thought she was crying, but I asked her.

   "Davi?" She stopped, "You aright?" I wrote all right, but I was maybe
potty trained at that point.

   She said "Fine," and went in the bathroom, so I listened at the door.  I
thought she must be really sad, but it was a while before I started making
those noises.  Myself, she moaned, and tried to keep quiet, but she
couldn't.  Then I found her book.  Where she hid it isn't important, but
she didn't take it with her, until college and at first I just looked at
the boy's pictures.  Then her boyfriend when she was supposed to be
watching me, and I hid to watch them do it.  She gave him a hand, and mouth
job, didn't really suck him off, but then he left and she washed her face
in the bathroom.  She didn't close the door, and she never went out with
him again, but she took her clothes off.

   I understand the dick picture better now.  No hands, or mouth, just a
dick and balls, but a big spurt of cum out the top.  I saw that, when she
stopped licking it like a popsicle, and finished jerking him off.  Well, it
was like a page.  One big picture of a dick, spurting, and on the other
side, a whole bunch of.  Well attempted pussies, I guess.  It took her a
while for her to get it right, but she drew way better then the boys,
probably because she had one to look at, they mostly drew boobs, and asses
anyway.  Grown up women, but naked, and hairy since they didn't know how to
draw pussies.  Not boobs, she didn't have boobs yet, either, just her
pussy, and her fingers, I guess she used a mirror, but I didn't see how she
drew it like that.  From memory, or looking up and down, on her knees like
she was in the shower, but I forget whether it was her right, or left hand
in the picture, and if she used a mirror I guess it would be backward
anyway.

   She got in the shower, and washed her hair first, but then she started
moaning.  She thought we had the house to ourselfs, and I couldn't really
see through the shower curtain, but I saw where her hands were, then she
got down on her knees, then she bent over and started moaning real loud. 
So, I understood that picture too, and poked a hole in the back of the
closet to see it better.  There was tiles, but they were old, and there was
some holes between the grout.  I pulled some of the wallboard out for a
hideyhole, for our growing collections of home made erotica, and to see
better between the studs.  There was another board right under that to hold
the notebooks, and sketchpads, and folded up papers, our parents never
found it there.  She knew I was watching, usually her and her girlfriends
in the shower, but she didn't care.

   I showed the boys too, we all drew sexy pictures, but they got a little
too pushy, and tried to talk me into taking my clothes off, so I just left
them alone after that.  My sister had better pictures anyway.  And stories
when i got to read them, I could still sneak in and look at theirs, but
they wrote pretty stupid stories, and drew really bad pictures.  So, I
looked at it, and then I thought of the mirror, and I started drawing it
too.  I told the teacher it was a "Fwowah," in class.  I was just doodling,
with crayons, and I got the red one.  So, I guess I started trying to draw
it again, don't remember whether it was supposed to be mine or a copy of
her's, but I think that's the first thing I really remember.  Instead of
remember writing about, or from my later notes.  I was scared, I knew I
wasn't supposed to, Davi hid her pictures, and the notes I couldn't read, I
was only in pre-k, but it scared me.  I guess I was lucky she didn't know
what it was, which is weird, because she presumably had one, so I drew in
leaves, and went to the potty.

   To play with it, I felt it, but I didn't have a mirror to look.  Or
really look, I could see the top, but the differences more than, the
standard parts of a vulva.  Or peepee, even just 13, I could tell she was
different.  We got dressed together, and she didn't always close the door
to potty, or shower, and when she came out she took the towel off to put on
her training bra, but I never got as good a look as when I got to read her
notebook.  She's really really into sex, by herself, with boys, girls, and
even a boy and girl, but I could just look at the pictures, could barely
read my name.

   I knew about the hole, but I couldn't read about the cherry.  So, I hurt
myself, in the potty at school.  It was okay, because the blood made me
wet, and Davi started bleeding.  Mom gave her the talk, and I got the
abridged version, but she hid her sluttiness, and her colored pencil porn,
there was fashion pictures in there too, it wasn't all dicks and pussies,
and white girls I guess cause they easier to draw and shade.  She just said
"No I'm not hurt, it just means I'm growing up," but she was already having
sex.  I even saw a rubber, when she had a high-school couple over, and he
put one on.  To fuck his girlfriend while she ate Davi out, and if I
remember correctly, that's when I learned the word "Pussy.  Yes, lick my
pussy good, uh!" She really liked it, and that's when I wanted to try that.

   I used my fingers, licked 2 like a pussy, and tried to pretend one was a
tongue, while I like 2 other fingers.  It was summer, I remember that, and
I started Kindergarten the next year.  So, I guess I had to be about 3, or
4 when I got myself off.  Not the first time, or even the first hundred
times I bet, but I really liked it, with a crayon stuck in me, and licking
my fingers like a pussy.  I wasn't Taryn yet, I was Kat, or sometimes
"Kath," because the kids at school couldn't say Kat, or even Gat, or Gath.
I could spell it too, sometimes I got the K backwords though.

   So, my first dildos were crayons, and my first lube spit, but mostly
because my first fantasy was licking pussy, and getting fucked.  From
behind, not even Davie's, just a pussy, with nobody attached.  Not even
sure if there was a boy behind the penis, or if it was a penis, but I bent
over to lick my fingers, and fuck the crayon.  And that's how I got off,
with my fingers slippery from spit, and trying to spread my lips, then
squishing them around the crayon so they slipped in and out.  I couldn't
find my clit, I thought either I didn't have one, or it didn't grow yet,
but Davie really liked hers, and finally I felt so good it squirted the
crayon out.  I just rubbed the flat end off, my favorite was the white one,
cause nobody uses the white crayon, because paper is white.  Or most paper,
but I just colored it round, so it went in my pussy, and slipped my lips in
and out around it while I fucked it.

   I guess it took far to long to put them together, but a boy called me
"Puthy Kath," at school, and I laughed until he pushed me down, and pulled
my hair trying to pet me.  I guess he wanted to play, pussycat, but I hated
it.  He sat on me, and pulled my hair till it hurt, but the teacher spanked
him when she heard me screaming.  Then, this other girl said "Pussycat,"
real good, and I was like, OH!  Ding!  Cartoon lightbulb, the whole deal.

   So, I told her what Pussy means.  I said pussy a lot, it was my favorite
word, even before I put it together with my name.  So, we went to play
after school, and my mom got mad, cause I missed the bus, and she called
the police with worry, but we were fine.  We were under the 1st grade
portable, there was boards all around it, but they were lose in the corner,
so we could pull them open, and I even pulled the nails out with my skirt.
I honestly don't remember this, but I copied my first notes, or the good
part:
[It was dark under there, cause the boards was closed.  We coudn't c,
but I showed her, my picture I draw 4 her.  She sayed it was "pweddy." And
pointed.  Then under the trailer I had to show her what it 4.  But it dark,
so I show her with my finger, and I had my crayon to show her that.  When I
got it wet, and her wet with spit.] She had a flower name, so I'll call her
"Rose." [She called it "Pway Kiddykat!" I know what that mean, let's play
Pussy, Kat!  Only we don't call it pussy on the playground, and she called
it her Rose, cause it like a flower, and really red.  I licked it really
good, but she didn't taste like nothing.  Or like my fingers, but I only

licked my fingers, I didn't know she was supposed to taste like nothing.

   I did know about how I hurt me, when I did it first.  So, I was real
careful and didn't hurt her.  I stuck my tongue in, as much as I can,
before I got the crayon wet, and I let her do it.  I didn't have another
crayon, so I petted her hair, like a Kitty, while she licked me, and it was
so much better then playing pretend, and I didn't start moaning because I
felt so good.  Not that time, but I pretended, so she do it again, and
again.  Then, we heard the police cars, and crawled out.  They didn't find
our hiding spot, but we was dirty from the dirt under there, and I knocked
it off her but when she got her underwear up, then she dusted off mine.

   Then our moms come, and spanked us, but I got the giggles.  My mom don't
spank hard, but Rose cried real loud, so she didn't want to get in trouble
again.  So, I found another girl to teach Pussycat to, and another, and I
like under the trailer cause it's secret and safe, but I don't like that
it's dark and dirty.  I found out it's not just Davie, every one is
different, and boys are boring.  And stupid, they just want to play stupid
boy games that hurt girls, or Kindergarten boys, anyway.  Older boys, they
like sex, but not like girls.  That's when I decided, or realized I don't
like boys, I like girls.

   I seen rose, when I crawl out first, and look back, she still had her
skirt up, and pulled the crayon out so I could see her flower.  I remember
it enough to draw it, but that was my first.  The first time I got to lick
a real one, and it was even better then I imagine.

   I find out later she play it with other girls too, because I kept on,
and she kept on, so I met a girl a long time later that played it with
Rose. She said right away, "Wike'a kiddyca?"

   So, I said "I'm Kat?" She nodded, "It's my game, why it called Pussy,
Kat?"

   "Oh," so I got to go home with her, and she really liked it when she
played it with Rose, but then she liked me even better, cause it's my game,
and I play it way better.  She told me, "She juth tuck it in, an puwt it
owt." Nodding.  I can do way better then that, but she had scabs.  In her
pussy, she wasn't careful like me.

   "It huwt?" She nodded, "Then Y U wanna pway it, if it huwt?"

   She shrugged, "I's fun and I wike you.  You pwetty."

   Turned out I wasn't the only gay girl at that school.  Oh, and she was
in 2nd grade, so I guess 6, or 7?  I don't remember, but she was bigger,
and she really liked playing the "Kiddy." That means licking the pussy, so
I can pet her hair.  She likes pussy, and she got real good.  She made me
feel really good, then the best, the first time and everything!  Then her
scabs healed, so I could show her how to fix a crayon, and fuck her.  She
really liked that, and the Kindergarten crayon even better, cause they're
bigger.  I licked her, and spit in her to get her wet, but she loves the
crayon, especially the big black one from kindergarten.]

   ;

   Ramona {Gg Mole.}

   So, I heard about this girl.  "Kat," they called her Kitty Cat, or even
Pussy Kat on the playground.  Because she played with her pussy, and Pussy
Kat with other girls under the portables, but you know how playground
rumors are.  So, I checked it out, an oddly consistent, and specific rumor
for the first 3 grades that really shouldn't know so much about sex, much
less pseudo-sapphic sex.  But, a 6 year old lesbian isn't unheardof, maybe
she's just gifted, but apparently she played it with all the girls, or at
least tried to.  So, she's kind of predatory, if ignorant, and I like to
think we kept her from being arrested.  After the first time she had the
cops called on the school, because she was playing late with Rosie under
the Portable.

   I finally got around to her, but she said "I don't wike Kat." I asked
why, but the best I could get out of her is "Because she get me in
twubbow." And she had a bad lisp, for a 2nd grader, maybe it was the
missing teeth?  Hell if I know, just a 5th grader, but let me get something
out of the way: I'm not a lesbian, I'm a child molestor.  I like it, and I
got the proper training to get away with it, but I'm not going to lie to
you in this account.  I have to do that more than enough in real life, so
to be perfectly honest, I like little girls.  I don't love them, I really
get off on teaching them, but "Pedophile" is for child molesters in denial.
I don't love them, I like the fact that they don't know how to do anything,
so I can show them.

   Maybe it's about control, or maybe it's because I was molested starting
when I was 5, but regardless, I'm going to write the truth.  I molest
little girls, because I like to, I know it's wrong, it makes me a bad
person, and I like to too.  I even like lying about it, and getting away
with it, but part of writing this is that I don't have to lie.  I don't
want to lie to myself, delude myself, and I guess I also like busting a big
old myth: Girls don't do that.  Bullshit, I finally met a 6 year-old, that
did it to other 6 yos, when she was 6.  So don't give me that, I know
better, and I hate baloney.

   "Hello, Kitty!" I giggled.

   "I'm cat," she shook her head.  I kept petting her hair too.

   "I'm Ramona, but you think you could teach me to play Pussy, Kat?" Kinda
hot fantasy, being taught how by a little girl, and she'll show me what she
already figured out.

   She nodded, and sucked her finger.  1, not trying to be sexy, but just
like a 6yo sucks her thumb, or fingers.  She likes 1.  "Okay!" She nodded.

   "I'm in 5th grade," I made conversation.

   "Fust." She nodded.

   "I'm eleven."

   "Sicks." Okay, not much of a talker.

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes, "How'd you learn to play Pussy, Kat?" I really
like that subtlety.  We can say Pussy, right out in front of anyone,
because if I call her Kat, then it sounds like we're saying "Play
Pussycat." Which isn't a naughty word, but I'm naughty, and I love getting
away with it.  I suppose that's why I liked the naughty games, and kept
going back to play them.  She let me get away with stuff.  "No, it's dirty
under there, and I'm too big.  Come on," I had to bend to pick up her hand,
"Let's go to the restroom instead."

   "Awite?" She nodded.  I guess I like that she's little too.  Of course I
know this game, better then her, I played it with lots of girls she played
with too.  Rosey really likes it, but she got in trouble.

   "So, where'd you learn to play Pussy, Kat?"

   "I made it up!" Big proud smile.

   "Good, it sounds really fun."

   "Yeah, I wike it.  It feel weawy good!"

   So, it's erotic, and not just emulating something she saw, or was done
with her.  She's a natural, and I'm lucky to find one so young.  They're
rare.  I wish I was a natural sexual predator, but I came by it the old
fashioned way.  Grooming, and being taught by an older one.

   "Here," I locked the door.  Potty room, just the one potty, but a full
sized toilet too, for the teachers I'd guess, on the end of the kiddy wing.
1st-through 3rd grades, while I'm on the other one for 4th-through-6th,
with real restrooms.  A lot more private.  "So, how do you play?" I
squatted down, to her level.

   "Wew," she looked, "You got to take off youw undies."

   "Okay!" I got up, and make sure my skirt is up, so she can see.  "Now
what?"

   "Hihn!" she covered her mouth, "You got haiw!" Not a lot, and most of
them are still short.

   I nodded, "Cause Ima big girl.  You got hairs?" She shook her head.  She
chewed her tongue in the side of her mouth, and got out a couple crayons.
"Well, that's what makes it a pussy, so you really got a Vulva.  Until
you're a big girl, with a real pussy.  Can you say that, Vulva?"

   "Fuwfa?"

   "Close enough, but you can call it Kitty, if you like," I petted her
hair, "You like that, Kitty?"

   She pulled up my skirt, "You got to get it wet." And just put her face,
right in my crotch!

   "Oh!" that was forward!  "Good kitty.  Can you purr for me, kitty?  That
feels really good." I lied, she sucked at it really.  Good, something to
learn.

   "Was puw mean?"

   "You don't have a cat?"

   She shook her head, "I'm Kat." She nodded.

   "Kitty cat," I petted her hair, "Kitty cats say Ptrtrtrtrtrtr!"

   "Uh uh, the cat say Meow!"

   "Yeah, I read that book too, but they also say Ptrtrtrtrtrtr.  Can you
purr for me, little kitten?"

   "Pdwdwdwdwdwh?" She tried.  "Meow!"

   "Yeah, that's a good little kitty.  Kittens pur when they're happy, when
you pet them like this.  I have a kitty, I have lots of kitties.  You wanna
meet my kitties this afternoon?  You want to play with my kitties, Kat?"

   "Okay." as good a reason as any.

   "Let's call your mom," I pulled up my panties, and took her hand.  "So
you don't get in trouble again, okay?"

   "Okay!" She skipped a little, so cute!

   "Hihihn!  I like you, Kitty Kat.  I like kiddy Kats, like you."

   She stuck the crayons back in the pockets of her Skort.  A little white
one, and a big black one, I had to giggle a little.  Oh, I'm straight, I'm
only 11, so I'm not dating or anything, but I look at porn.  I know all
about little white dicks, and big black cocks, and maybe some day.

   And a child molestor, but that's not even really like sex.  It is sex,
but it's not really my sexuality.  It's like playing with myself, until I'm
old enough to go out with boys, get a husband, and a house where I can
molest girls while he's at work.  Can't really explain it, you'd have to be
another child molestor to understand, and then I wouldn't have to.  It's
like a hobby, but there's plenty of child molestor men out there.  Ew?  I
don't want to be with another child molestor, I'd rather take care of all
the molesting in my house, and get away with it, because girls don't do
that.  Donchaknow?"

   "Hi mom, uh.  I met a fwend, and she wants to pway wiph me today, afta
school.  She got cats, and I wanna pway wiph hew cats, so don't wowwy, I'm
wiph my fweing."

   "Ramona," I nodded.

   "Wamonah.  Bye." She hung up.

   I looked at the clock, "Lunch is almost over," I held the office door,
"So, I'm gonna go back to class.  I'll see you after school, by the
portable?"

   "Okay," she skipped off.

   I grinned, she sure is cute.  And I'll teach her how to eat a real
pussy. She sure didn't learn it in kindergarten!

   ;

   Taryn {FTh Ther Pedo...}

   "My name's Theresa, and I.  Huh!  I guess I'm a pedophile.  Well, I'm a
lesbian, and I love my girlfriend.  I just, found something irresistible in
little girls.  Too.  Now, I know I'm not here to make excuses, but I'm just
trying to understand why.  I know it's wrong, and I feel guilty about it,
but maybe if I could, explain how I got this way I could stop, cheating on
my girlfriend?

   So anyway, my first girlfriend, Veronica, she was eleven, when she
started molesting me.  Huh!  I thought we're in love, but it turns out she
wasn't even gay, or a pedophile, just a child molestor.  I think it might
help, if you guys would warn us, little girls that not all of them are
dirty old men in trenchcoats with fedoras.  I mean, in Stranger Danger,
they just didn't tell us to look out for eleven year old girls too.  But,
now that I'm older, and actually read something about it, I have to admit
to myself that she never loved me.  She pretended to be my friend, to get
in my pants, molested me until she got bored, then broke my heart, and
started going out with boys in middle school.  She's married now, probably
has kids, which you might want to look into, but I honestly don't know.  I
haven't kept up with her since she dumped me for a Jr.  high boy.

   Huh!  I wouldn't say she Groomed me, really.  I'm gay, I was attracted
to her, so she just took advantage of that?  I guess I was about 6, in
first grade, didn't know anything about sex, but even before that I never
liked boys.  And it wasn't really like the regular first grade snips, and
snails, they just don't do anything for me.  Never did.  It wasn't cooties,
it was boys, I even imagined kissing girls before I even met her.  She was
older, and pretty, and I just kind of liked that this older girl liked me,
and wanted to play with me.  So, she invited me over after school, and we
played for a while, but she made a game out of it.  "Kitty Cat," she said
she liked kitties, and she always wanted one.  Turns out her molestor was
this old cat lady, I went over there once, but Ew.  She was really creepy,
I thought she was a Witch!  So anyway, I guess that's who she learned the
kittycat game from, but I liked playing it, I really liked the feeling of
her petting me, even the sexual petting.  I didn't realize it was sexual,
fondling, but it felt good.  In an erotic way that I was just too young to
realize was erotic.

   She moved real fast, that's one way she's not like a pedophile, at all.
Why that first day, she told me another name for Kitty.  "Pussy, you want
to see my pussy, Kat?" So, she showed me, or flashed me, and she was
starting to grow pubic hair.  So, she made me pet her pussy, and I was gay,
so I liked that.  I still like that, I still believe that's why I'm a
pedophile.  I like girls that age, just starting to sprout, only instead of
lying to them, and breaking their hearts, I'm honest with them.  Yeah, I
groomed them, tried to insert myself into their lives, and stick with them
a couple years until they're about thirteen, but at least I don't lie to
them.  I tell them, that's what we're doing.

   And you, lie to us, doc.  You, and all the other men in your patriarchal
sexist culture.  Yes, I am to blame, I'm a sexual predator, but that
doesn't absolve you from your role in making it so easy for women like me,
and both of my abusers.  So, while I'm learning more about myself, you can
learn from me, and pass it on to be buried by more powerful men that don't
want to admit the truth: Girls are sexual.  We all are, maybe not all
little girls, but we like sex, we want it, and some of us are sick of
waiting around for some guy to come and rescue us from our tower.  Some of
us are gay, some of us are truly bisexual, and some of us are predatory
child molestors.  Accept that, and do a better job of educating girls so
we're not so damned easy to victimize, okay?

   I think I've made my point, so anyway.  Huh!  After Veronica dumped me,
I got pretty low, and.  I was too young to get a worker's permit, and I
satrted baby-sitting.  Great idea, right?  After getting molested, and
learning about, how to talk girls into, playing games, like Kitty Cat?  I
guess the first ones were, too young.  I didn't realize what I wanted,
right away, and it's not like girls really need baby sitters when they're
about nine-to-11?  I don't know, whenever they start growing?"

   "That would make you technically a Hebephile, or Ephebophile?"

   "What''s the difference?"

   "Depends on who you ask, some therapists use them interchangeable,
because the difference is Greek, or Latin.  The distinction from Pedophilia
is you are attracted to teenagers, adolescents, and puberty, right?" She
nods, and shrugs.

   "Okay, so let's back off from the victims, and grooming a while.  What
is it you're attracted to?"

   "Well, their growth?  I guess, huh!  The young ones, they stay too
young, too long.  My first gir' uh, my Molester."

   "Good, that's important too."

   "Well, I basically got to watch her grow up, then i fucked around with
little girls, i guess around six-to-eight, but it wasn't like it was with
her.  I missed her, so they were like rebound girls, and also helped my
work on.  Well, my lines, how I talk my way into their panties.  Then I hit
puberty, like the summer between 4th and 5th grade, and I met.  Well, now I
guess I can call her my first real girlfriend.  Because we're both around
the same age, or we could go through puberty together.  She was really my
best friend, but, the way I am, I couldn't keep it, just friends, very
long. I got more patient as I got older."

   ;

   {In a word?  Gaslighting.  That's the reasons for the discrepancies,
between all the fictional accounts.  Because after they talk you into
letting them molest you, they have to get you to keep the secret.  There's
lots of ways to go about it, a lot of them boil down to guilt.  Telling you
you'll get in trouble, letting you do stuff like smoke, cuss, or look at
porn, so if I keep your secret, you'll keep mine?

   Well, another one is to retell it, so it was your idea the whole time.
"She came onto me!" Right, never heard that one before.  The first time I
heard it, he said "You seduced me." See how that works?  Yeah, well I'm not
going to tell you how to molest children and get away with it.  Don't.  I
can hardly convey to you how much that's fucked up my life, but I'll keep
trying...}