Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. First Love This the story of a young girl who looses her parents and most go and live with an aging uncle. Will she find the love she needs to take the place of her parents? F/g (C) Tanya writer 2018 This is a work of fiction for adults only. The characters and their actions are fiction and none of this has ever happened. The author does not condone or endorse any illegal activities written of in the story. This just a story, do not do this at home. If you are under the age of majority in your state or country please go somewhere else this story is not for you. First Love Ten year old Kirsten Mårtensson was squirming in the seat of the car as Mrs. Sandburg drove. Her blue eyes watched the city pass into suburbs and then into the countryside. She was leaving Stockholm, the only world she knew and she was sad. She was leaving behind her world because she didn't have anything left. Everything she owned and loved was gone. Her precious Pippi Longstocking books were gone along with her mother who would read them to her, and her father who loved her so much. Her mother and father were both only children of now dead grandparents. Kirsten was now on an adventure just as much as Pippi would be, though in this adventure she had no choice in. But she would bravely go just as Pippi would. Kirsten kept her long blond hair in braids on each side of her head, as did Pippi, to give her courage. "Why are we going out here?" "Your grand uncle Gustav lives out in the country," said Mrs. Sandburg. "Who is he?" "He is your mother's-mother's brother." "Hun?" "Just think of him as an uncle." "But why am I going there?" "He's your only living relative. You don't want to continue living in the hall, do you?" "No! `Cause the other kids are mean to me there. The older girls did things to me and they made me do things to them." "Ja I know, I think that is was very bad of them, that's why I would like to get you away from there. Plus out here you'll be with family, out in the country. You'll get plenty of fresh air and exercise." "Why can't I live back in the city?" "There is no one to take care of you there." "I can take care of myself." Mrs. Sandburg gave a little laugh, "I know that you are an independent girl and are used to having your way, but ten-year-old girls cannot live on their own. There are things in life that you might not know about and you'll need the guidance of an adult." Kirsten sat glumly knowing that she wasn't going to win this argument. She was glad that she was leaving. Almost anything is better than the hall where she had to live since she got out of the hospital. She had been told many times she was lucky to be alive. The fire that took her parents' lives nearly took hers too. She kept hearing about how the fireman that saved her was a hero. She didn't have much choice she was going to Uncle Gustav's, it was decided and she would have to live with it. The road passed through forests and open country but it still seemed further and further away from the life Kirsten had known. "Why are we way out here?" she asked as the kilometers rolled away. "Your uncle has a small farm out here." "What does he grow?" the girl asked only mildly interested. "It is a dairy farm, he has some cows and he gets milk from them." "What is he like?" "I don't know I haven't met him, but I do know somethings about him. He's 72 and he lives alone." "Boy is he old! Does he have a wife?" the girl wondered. "No as far as I know he was never married," her social worker told her. "Oh, so he didn't have any kids either?" Kirsten asked hoping there might be some kids to play with. "I would think that would be true." "So why are you moving me out to an old man who has never had kids?" Though exasperated Mrs. Sandburg patiently stated again, "He is your only living relative and it's best that you live with a family member, if you can. Now if you didn't have him you would have to live in the hall. So this how it is: either him or the hall." "I guess it will have to be him," she sighed. "I sure don't want to go back to that place again." "A wise decision, just try to make the best of it," the older woman reassured her. They finally found the place. It wasn't much: a fairly large barn, for as it turned out only half a dozen cows. The house was small with a steep-pitched roof. The place looked like it hadn't been painted in a long time. Kirsten could just make out the faded red of the walls. Gustav Andersson answered Mrs. Sandburg's knock. He was a tall man, broad at the shoulders and thin in the waist with very short cut white hair. He opened looking out he saw the woman and the young girl standing there, "Yes what do you want?" he said to them. "I'm Mrs. Sandburg from Child Services, and this is your grand-niece Kirsten. I wrote you and told you about her situation." "Oh ja! I remember now! Come in." Mr. Andersson turned and went back into the house. Mrs. Sandburg led the way while Kirsten picked up her little case and followed. But when they went in, there wasn't much to see. There was just one big room. On one end was a refrigerator and a stove that looked they had to be about 50 years old. The sink had a pump on it, apparently to provide water. The house did have electricity as shown by the light fixture shining overhead. There was a table that must have served as the kitchen table and there was one chair next to it. There was another small table with the lamp on the it and a radio next to the lamp, with a chair next to it. In about the middle of the room there was a ladder that led up to what looked like a small loft under the peak of the roof. "You have a place for Kirsten?" Mrs. Sandburg asked seeing no other rooms nor a bed anywhere in sight. "Yes, she sleep over by the stove." Uncle Gustav nodded at an old stove over near the wall. From the looks of it, it must have been wood burning, which would explain all the wood they saw stacked up around the place as they pulled up. "Where's the bathroom?" Kirsten asked. "Through there," Uncle Gustav said pointing to a door. Kirsten opened the door, but it opened to the outside. She was puzzled, so she walked a short distance to a small building that looked like a shack. It had one door facing the house. She went over to it and opened it. Oh did it ever smell! There was nothing in it but a bench with a seat and under that seat was a hole in the bench. Mrs. Sandburg was far from impressed with the accommodations, but it was the rule that a child should be placed with a family member if one could be found who could take the child. Gustav Andersson fit the family part, and he did have a place for her,. He was willing to take her. But this place wasn't what she would have hoped for the girl, but it would have to do. She wished she could give the girl a better place to live. She would do what she could but unless some other relative showed up or some else would take her, this was it. Giving her charge a little hug she turned to leave. "I'll be in contact with you." Mrs. Sandburg smiled at her. "Come, I show you my farm," Uncle Gustav said as led Kirsten outside. They walked through the barn and saw the stalls where the cows were milked. She saw how they were fed, he told her the names of the six cows. Running around the farm were some chickens. Then she showed her his garden. He looked down at her and said "I want you to help in the garden and you will also take care of the chickens, since you will be here and eating, you must earn your keep." About then a boy rode up on a bicycle. Uncle Gustav introduced him, "This is Karl, he helps me with the afternoon milking." The boy a few years older than her smiled at Kirsten, and asked, "So who is she, she's not here to help you now is she?" the boy wondered, fearful for his job. "Well maybe she will, but this is my grand-niece Kirsten, she will be living with me." "OH! Hi! We better get working. I don't want to be here all day, I got things to do!" Karl exclaimed. "Such busy lives you young people have! Alright, get the cows in the stalls and hook them up. I will get the feeder going." Kirsten watched her Karl led the cows in the stalls and one by one hooked up the milkers to their udders. She couldn't see her uncle but she could hear the roar of machinery and feed came down a chute and filled a trough in front of each cow. They began to eat while the machine drew the milk out of them. It wasn't all that exciting to see, so Kirsten sat herself down on a clean part of the floor and waited. Karl was busy making sure the milkers were working right, while Gustav was working first with the feeders then the processor where the milk went. After an hour Kirsten was totally bored with the whole thing and she began to wander outside the barn. She wandered around near the barn, but there wasn't much more to see. After another hour she was ultra-totally bored. She thought: What a boring place to live. It was then that Karl came back out of the barn leading the cows back to their corral, where they promptly laid down and began to chew their cud. "So how do you like milking of cows?" Karl asked. "It's not very interesting," Kirsten said. "Ja! I would think it's not fun but I don't think much about it because I am so busy. But to watch it must not be much fun." "Are there any kids around here to play with?" "Oh Ja sure, in the village there are some." "How do I get there?" "You want to go there?" Karl exclaimed. "I`ll take you on my bike." Kirsten got permission to go, and off they went with Kirsten riding on the back of Karl's bike. She put her arms around his waist to balance herself as she had to stand on two pegs extending out from the back wheel. Kirsten could feel like she was flying, it was the most fun she'd had in a long while. He showed her around the village, even though there wasn't much to see but it was better than hanging around her uncle's farm. Karl got her home just in time for the evening meal. It wasn't much: potatoes, a beet salad, some pickled herring and dry rye bread. But Kirsten was able to eat her fill, something she couldn't always get to do at the hall. "Where will I sleep uncle?" the young girl asked after everything was put away. She had looked around for a place to slumber. "Wait I get for you." He climbed the ladder to the loft and was doing something up there, then he called her, "You come up here." When she did, he climbed down and said, "Now you throw that blanket down to me." It was a large duvet, but while being bulky it wasn't heavy since it was filled with feathers. She pushed it down to him. He took it over by the stove and began to take the cover off it. When he had done that he said, "You come with me." He went out carrying the cover and headed towards the barn. When he got there Kirsten watched as he stuffed if full of hay. When it was full he got a wheelbarrow and placed the make-shift mattress partly in, he picked up the barrow and said, "You hold that mattresses and keep it in, while carry it." Inside, he placed it near the stove. "Here you will sleep. You will be warm." "Where can I wash before bed?" Kirsten asked He nodded at the primitive washing facilities. "Over at the sink there is the pump and a bucket." While he went out to get the cows ready for the last milking Kirsten was left alone in the house. She pumped some water into the bucket and began to wash her face, but the water was so cold she could just get her hands and face done. At least brushing her teeth wasn't as bad but the cold water didn't make it very nice to rinse her mouth. Her teeth, while cleaner, ached with the chill. She turned on the light on the table and tried to listen to the radio but there wasn't much on it, only some news and reports about farms and cattle prices. She went over to her little case and making sure her uncle wasn't around quickly removed her clothes and got into her nightgown. She had among her few possessions were two photos a neighbor and friend of her parents had given her: a photo of her parents on their wedding day and a photo of Kirsten when she was a baby being held in her mother's arms with her father proudly looking on. When Gustav came in she asked, "Have you no place to take a bath?" "Oh ja, we have a bath tub! And if you want you can take a bath on Saturdays." "You don't have one with water other than what comes from the pump?" "No, that's the only water we have." "But the water is so frigid!" said Kirsten, screwing up her face. "I could never take a bath in that!" "Ah! Well first you heat the water before you put in the bath. Did you not heat some water before you washed?" "No I didn't know you had to do that." "Little girl you soon will learn the ways of country living on a farm," Uncle Gustav said sagely. Kirsten thought to herself maybe she didn't want to learn, maybe it was better in the hall. There were kids there to play with and the bed was more than a mattress made of hay. But then there were the older girls, they would make her touch them inside their panties, and they pulled hers down and did nasty things to her there. One had put her finger up inside Kirsten and made her bleed! Oh it had hurt so much when that bully had shoved her finger up inside the young girl. Life soon settled into a routine. Uncle Gustav got up early and milked the cows. Kirsten got to stay in bed for a while. But after the cows were milked he made her get up and work some in the garden. She worked at hoeing and weeding and she was to plant more potatoes and cabbage. He also told her to feed the chickens and collect the eggs. She would be bored until Karl came to help with the second milking when she would watch him work and he would talk to her. He told her all about himself, the village, and the people who lived around there. He said little about the school, but being as this was summer, the last thing Kirsten wanted to think about was school. Often when the milking was done, Uncle Gustav would allow her to go with Karl. He would ride his bike while Kirsten stood on the pegs. Sometimes he would ride real fast and the wind would set her braids to flying. In the evening he would bring her home. Then it was back to boring Uncle Gustav. He didn't talk much, but he expected Kirsten to help with things. After dinner she would pump out some water and but it on the old kitchen stove to heat. When it was warm she then had to do the dishes while Uncle Gustav would sit and listen to the radio. After a week of this Kirsten asked about a bath. Gustav brought a large copper tub into the house. Kirsten had to heat water and put it in the tub. When she had enough water for her bath, Uncle Gustav as still sitting listening to the radio. Kirsten said, "Uncle, I'm going to take my bath right now, so can I be alone, please?" He looked puzzled for a minute, then said, "Ah yes you are a girl, and it would not do for me to be here while you bathe. I shall go out and smoke my pipe, and you may call me when you are done." When she was done she called him back and asked, "How do you wash clothes?" "Ah ja, you would be needing that too. Tomorrow I will show you the washing machine." The next morning after tending to the cows, he showed her the washing machine. It was so old if it didn't run on electricity for the agitator she would have sworn that it wasn't from even the 20th century. It sàå¤ chickens and collect the eggs. She would be bored until Karl came to help with the second milking when she would watch him work and he would talk to her. He told her all about himself, the village, and the people who lived around there. He said little about the school, but being as this was summer, the last thing Kirsten wanted to think about was school. Often when the milking was done, Uncle Gustav would allow her to go with Karl. He would ride his bike while Kirsten stood on the pegs. Sometimes he would ride real fast and the wind would set her braids to flying. In the evening he would bring her home. Then it was back to boring Uncle Gustav. He didn't talk much, but he expected Kirsten to help with things. After dinner she would pump out some water and but it on the old kitchen stove to heat. When it was warm she then had to do the dishes while Uncle Gustav would sit and listen to the radio. After a week of this Kirsten asked about a bath. Gustav brought a large copper tub into the house. Kirsten had to heat water and put it in the tub. When she had enough water for her bath, Uncle Gustav as still sitting listening to the radio. Kirsten said, "Uncle, I'm going to take my bath right now, so can I be alone, please?" He looked puzzled for a minute, then said, "Ah yes you are a girl, and it would not do for me to be here while you bathe. I shall go out and smoke my pipe, and you may call me when you are done." When she was done she called him back and asked, "How do you wash clothes?" "Ah ja, you would be needing that too. Tomorrow I will show you the washing machine." The next morning after tending to the cows, he showed her the washing machine. It was so old if it didn't run on electricity for the agitator she would have sworn that it wasn't from even the 20th century. It but I don't think she ever catches anything." "If we change clothes here, she'll see us!" Kirsten observed. "No, we'll go back in the trees a bit." Kristen followed him until they couldn't see the woman, so she must not have been able to see them. "OK turn your back and I will give you my underwear." Kirsten did and she could hear a rustling of clothes as Karl undressed. Finally he was done. He was dressed back in his pants but he held his small pair underwear and his t-shirt in his hand. "OK now you have to turn your back while I get dressed." Karl patiently waited while the girl stripped off her clothes and put on his. "OK I'm ready," she announced. They ran down to the lake, Karl led her to a short pier and they ran off the end jumping in the water. The water was clear and cool but not so cold that they couldn't stand it, at least for a little while. They spent some time swimming around. Kirsten tried to touch the bottom, but she couldn't stand because the water was over her head. Kirsten had to be careful because Karl's underwear were a little too big for her. She had to keep pulling them up or just hold on to them or she would lose them. After a while they were getting tired and and cold they swam to the shore and got out. They laid down in some grass near the lake. It was then that Kirsten realized that Karl's underwear not only were they white, but they were thin and with them wet you could see right through them. Karl got a look at her underwear-covered kitty. But he wasn't very impressed; Kirsten was just a little girl to him. She didn't even have hair there like Astrid, the girl Karl liked. He saw her whenever he could, but during the summer she worked all afternoon in a dress store in the village. Karl could only go over and see her in the mornings before either of them went to work. "Karl," Kirsten asked, "did you see me though your underwear?" "Ja I saw a little," the boy admitted, coloring a bit. "But don't worry about it, my shirt covers it for you." Kirsten felt embarrassed and proud at the same time. A boy had seen her "there." At least it wasn't like back at the hall the girls had pulled her underwear down and were touching her there. They made her touch them there too. Once a bigger girl grabbed her head and held it down between her legs and told Kirsten to lick her there. When Kirsten wouldn't do it, she would hit her on her head until Kirsten had no choice but to lick her, up and down the hairy lips between the girls legs. "Maybe we better go back," said Kirsten, shivering at the memory. "I'm a little cold and I don't want Uncle Gustav wondering what happened to me." This time they reversed roles, Kirsten took off Karl's wet underwear and shirt and quickly put on her dry clothes. She handed Karl his wet things. He had to wring them out before he could put them back on. Once that was done Kirsten turned her back so Karl could get dressed. He put on the wet little undershorts. Then he had wrung out his pants he was able to dress. While he was doing that Kirsten was facing the lake, she asked, "Karl who's rowboat is that?" Karl answered as was putting on the pants, "I don't know, it's always there. I guess it belongs to the village, just like that pier does, I think. Come on let's go," he said now dressed. He rode her home and was out of there before anyone could ask him why his clothes were wet. Kirsten went in the house. She found her uncle preparing dinner. He put her to work peeling potatoes and beets. "Uncle why do we eat so much potatoes and beets?" Kirsten asked. "Because we grow them. We don't need to buy food, which costs money," her uncle told her. "You're not rich?" "No, I make do with what I have, and now I have to work harder and use less to make do for you too." "Why did you take me?" the girl wondered. "You are family and Mrs. Sandburg said you have some problems with the children in the orphanage. She said you would be better away from there but she had no place for you except with me. So I must take you. You are my sister's granddaughter." "I didn't cause any trouble, it was just some of the girls were doing things to me," Kirsten tried to defend herself. "You won't have trouble with the children here, since there aren't very many around here. There are only few in the village. They won't give you any trouble. So you can't cause trouble with them. You go off every day with Karl, you don't give him any trouble?" "Oh no uncle! I like him. He's so nice." "You need to be nice to him, because I need his help on the farm with the milking and feeding. I can't afford to lose him." "Maybe I could help you here?" "No you're a little girl. You don't have the muscles to do the work, and it is work for men. Girls should be working in the kitchen. That is what you should learn to do." "I don't know, I think I would like to be something, I don't want to be just working in the kitchen. My parents wanted me to go to university and become something." "That is nonsense that is what got your parents in trouble: they go to the city and they have problems. They don't have a sturdy house like this, it has so many things that can start fires, that's why it burned. If they stayed on the land, they not have problems. You should not have such foolish ideas about going to city. You should stay here make some man a good wife." Kirsten didn't feel so good. She wanted to be like Pippi and learn things and be smart and maybe travel the world. She didn't want to just live in the village! The next few days were frosty between uncle and niece, and he forbade her to go off with Karl. But being as Karl was forbidden that made her want to go off with him that much more. After a week of being bored on the farm, Kirsten concocted and idea and talked to Karl about it. He agreed to take her into the village. She left before he was done with his work and walked down the road away from the farm. When Karl was done, he left, and Gustav saw that he left alone. Well, at least Kirsten wasn't hanging around disturbing his work. He didn't know where Kirsten had gone, but he wasn't too concerned about her. She had complicated his simple life. He never married because he didn't have much respect for women. To him they only take from a man and don't give back, except to give children, but then the children want things too. At least if there were sons, they could work on the farm. But he felt it is better to avoid being married. But in Kirsten's case it would be best if she married as soon as she could so that he could be rid of her. Karl caught up to Kirsten and she got on his bike and they rode into the village. Kirsten saw that there was a movie showing that day, and best of all it was a movie about life in America. Kirsten wanted to know about the country across the ocean, and Karl hoped that when he was older he could go there. So it was agreed that they would see the movie. Karl paid the admission fee and they went in sat together. As they watched Kirsten, snuggled up to Karl and put her head on his shoulder. He almost as reflex put his arm around her as he would Astrid. Kirsten felt so good, she hadn't been able to sit with some with someone like this in a long time. Sometimes she would sit with her father and watch the television. Withhis arm around her, she got to thinking that Karl must have love her. She fancied that she could be his girlfriend. Her feelings for Karl were soaring. She felt so comfortable and she wanted him, so much. He was so much nicer than her uncle. They sat snuggling contentedly in the darkness of the theater, and when they came out it was getting dark. Karl had to fly on his bike to get Kirsten home. When she came in Uncle Gustav rounded on her, "Where have you been? It is so late you should have been home long ago!" Kirsten knew better than to tell him the truth. It was best that he not know that she had gone to the village with Karl. "I was out walking and I didn't realize how far I had gone and I got a little lost before I found my way back home. I'm very sorry uncle." "Ja you stay home the next few days! I don't want you outside except to do your work in the garden and the chickens." A week of staying in the house was a torture there was nothing to read, there was not a television, and the radio didn't get much and none of it was of interest to Kirsten. When she was done with the work she had to do she went back in her bed and looked at the photos of her parents and cried. She missed them so much, she sometimes wished that the fireman hadn't pulled her out. At least that was she would be with her parents and not here in the middle of nowhere with this uncle. After a week of obedience and doing her chores and following her uncle's instructions to the letter. He announced that he needed to go into the village to get some things. He wasn't going to leave Kirsten alone on the farm. He was afraid that she might wonder off, and who knows where she would go in the fields and forests. At least if she was with him he might be able to know where she was. Uncle Gustav drove the oldest car that Kirsten had ever seen. It didn't move very fast, but it did move. He had to go over the dairy company to which he bought his milk. His business would take some time. He allowed Kirsten to walk around with the provision that she must not leave the small village. There only a few business in the central part of town. She saw a dress shop but it wasn't open yet. That was about the only store that held any interest for Kirsten. Soon enough she was off walking among the houses in the village. She came around a street corner and spotted Karl's bicycle in the front yard of a house. Kirsten was thrilled to think that maybe could talk to him and let him know that she wasn't avoiding him. She's tell him that she was forced to stay in the house and could not go out and talk to him when he was working there at her farm. As she walked to the front door and before she could knock she heard a shriek and followed by laughter. Then she saw a girl that was only half dressed run past a window. She was followed by Karl. He caught her he began to tickle her and her laughter continued. She saw him kiss her, and she was kissing him back. She could see that he had unhooked her bra. She crossed her arms across her chest and ran off leaving him holding her bra. It was only a second before he was off after her. He'd caught her, Kirsten guessed. She quietly slipped around the house and could see in another window. When she could see them again, Karl's friend had dropped her hands and Kirsten could see the girl's breasts. They were about the size of apples and their nipples canted upward at a jaunty angle. She watched as Karl took off his shirt then his pants. The girl could see the bulge in his underwear. He went over the girl and Kirsten saw him remove the girl's underpants then pull his own undies down. She realized belatedly that they were going to have "sex." Kirsten was amazed! Back at the hall, she'd heard the older girls call what a boy had a "cock." Karl's cock stood out from a hairy groin and was pointing at the girl. The skin was browner than Karl's fair complexion and partially covered the pinkish tip. Inside, the girl laid on her back and spread her legs. Kirsten knew that place. It was the same the girls at the hall wanted her to lick. It was the same place that they were putting their fingers in her. Kirsten saw that she had some fine hair on either side of an engorging vertical slit, like the older girls in the hall had. Karl rubbed her kitty a few times with his member, then moved between her legs. Kirsten moved so she could see him better. She saw him put that hard pole into the girl. He began to move his bare butt up and down on her in a regular rhythm. The girl had locked her arms and legs around him and was pulling him into her. Kirsten couldn't see Karl's face but the look on the girl's face showed she loved what they were doing. But suddenly Karl abruptly stopped his pumping movements, pulled himself off the girl and held his cock over her belly. Kirsten was amazed to see long streams of white liquid come shooting out on Karl, while his red face looked like he was really, really enjoying it. Even standing outside, the girl could hear Karl's moans of pleasure. Kirsten felt some jealousy realizing that she wanted Karl and if he wanted to do that sex thing, maybe he would do it with her. She would make it so good for him, because she loved him more than any other girl could. At the same time she felt a little guilty for looking in the window at them. She realized that she better get back or uncle Gustav would be mad at her again, and he might forbid her coming out of the house so she wouldn't see Karl. She wasn't sure she could go so long without seeing Karl again. It was a few days later after Uncle Gustav allowed her out of the house, she made her way to the barn and waited there for Karl. She couldn't wait to see him. When he got there she greeted him in a more friendly way that she usually did. He didn't think too much of it and went about his work. Once the cows were hooked and the pump was working. Uncle Gustav was off dealing with the milking tank making sure it was cold enough to cool the milk and make it so it was stable until the milk truck picked it up the next day. "Karl can you come with me? I want to show you something." She moved over to a ladder leading up to the loft. As he moved over to the ladder she said, "It's up here." As she climbed with him below her, she knew he could look up the loose flowing skirt she was wearing. She wished she had some nice sexy underwear, but all she had was the old boring white panties she got at the hall. When they got up there, Karl flopped down upon a pile of hay. Kirsten plucked up her courage and reached under her sàå¤to her. Kirsten couldn't see Karl's face but the look on the girl's face showed she loved what they were doing. But suddenly Karl abruptly stopped his pumping movements, pulled himself off the girl and held his cock over her belly. Kirsten was amazed to see long streams of white liquid come shooting out on Karl, while his red face looked like he was really, really enjoying it. Even standing outside, the girl could hear Karl's moans of pleasure. Kirsten felt some jealousy realizing that she wanted Karl and if he wanted to do that sex thing, maybe he would do it with her. She would make it so good for him, because she loved him more than any other girl could. At the same time she felt a little guilty for looking in the window at them. She realized that she better get back or uncle Gustav would be mad at her again, and he might forbid her coming out of the house so she wouldn't see Karl. She wasn't sure she could go so long without seeing Karl again. It was a few days later after Uncle Gustav allowed her out of the house, she made her way to the barn and waited there for Karl. She couldn't wait to see him. When he got there she greeted him in a more friendly way that she usually did. He didn't think too much of it and went about his work. Once the cows were hooked and the pump was working. Uncle Gustav was off dealing with the milking tank making sure it was cold enough to cool the milk and make it so it was stable until the milk truck picked it up the next day. "Karl can you come with me? I want to show you something." She moved over to a ladder leading up to the loft. As he moved over to the ladder she said, "It's up here." As she climbed with him below her, she knew he could look up the loose flowing skirt she was wearing. She wished she had some nice sexy underwear, but all she had was the old boring white panties she got at the hall. When they got up there, Karl flopped down upon a pile of hay. Kirsten plucked up her courage and reached under her hen she remembered there was a rope on the boat that held it to the dock down on the lake. So she headed the bike that way. She was pumping the pedals as fast as she could trying to get there as quickly as possible. She arrived at the lake, and jumping off the bicycle even before she had stopped, she raced for the end of the dock. Quickly untying the rope from both the dock and the boat she headed back up toward the trees. But in untying the rope she had inadvertently pushed the boat away from the dock. But she wasn't thinking of that, and didn't notice. Taking the rope she looked for a branch on a tree she could throw it over. None were low enough that she could get it over and be able to tie it off and make a noose for her neck. No matter how she tried there wasn't enough rope. She even brought over a large stone to stand on, and it still wasn't good enough. She thought that if she couldn't hang herself, maybe she could drown herself. Taking the rope she tied it to the rock. With great effort she was able to lift the rock and carry it down to the end of the dock. The plan was to go out to the middle of the lake and then jump out of the boat with the rock tied to her neck to drag and hold her down. But when she got to the end of the dock, she could see the boat had drifted some meters away. The only thing she could do was to jump off the end of the pier and hope that water was deep enough. She crossed herself so that she could go to heaven and join her parents. She tied the rock to her and jumped in. She quickly hit the bottom which was more than 3 meters under the surface. While Kirsten was doing these things, she thought no one knew where she was and what she was doing. But that wasn't true. Mrs. Olsen as was her custom was coming out to fish. She watched with growing alarm when she saw Kirsten trying to make a noose and began to head over to where the girl was. By the time she jumped off the pier Mrs. Olsen was in a flat run headed towards the girl. Though she was now in her late 40's, the woman had been a track star in her younger years and she had tried to keep in some kind of shape. She with her adrenaline pumping she was able to race like the wind. She was at the end of the pier in less than a minute after the girl disappeared. The water was clear enough to see the girl was laying on the bottom. Jumping in and working quickly, she slipped the poorly tied rock out of the rope and was able to head up to the surface with the girl in her arms. When she reached the air she took in a needed breath. But Kirsten was not breathing. For the second time this summer someone began mouth-to-mouth breathing on her. It took a couple of breaths before Kirsten began breathing on her own. She opened her eyes expecting or at least hoping to see her mother. But instead it was that lady that lived along the lake. Seeing as the child had her eyes open, she asked, "Why child did you do such a thing?" "Leave me alone! I want to die," cried the waterlogged girl. "NO! You are much too young to die! You have your whole life in front of you. Come! You must come up to my house. We need to get out of these wet clothes, and you child are shaking with cold. Come we go." She half pulled half carried Kirsten back the short way to her house. "What's your name child?" The woman asked. "It's Kirsten Mårtensson, what's that to you?" "A young lady tries to drown herself in my lake, I make my business." She grasped Kirsten's hand firmly in her own. "How old are you child?" "Ten," was the simple reply. Stopping on the front porch she stripped Kirsten of her clothes and doffed her own right afterwards. She led the girl into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. That was a first for Kirsten since she had left the hall, a real bathroom WITH a shower. "Your name is Mrs. Olsen?" Kirsten asked. "Ja, but you can call me Ilsa. Now into the shower you go." To her surprise Ilsa pushed the girl in to the shower and then got in behind her. The warm water felt so good to the girl. She just stood under it a while, in another world. She was jarred out of her trance by Ilsa, "My dear you should wash so you can get that lake water off of you." Kristen just stood without understand for a minute, then the message got through to her brain. Maybe she was a little out of it having been under the water for a minute or more. Finally she responded, "Oh ja, I should." Ilsa handed her a wash sponge and some liquid soap. Kirsten soaped up the sponge and began to wash herself. She hadn't had a good bath in a while. Washing in the old tub of her uncle's wasn't much of a wash. She scrubbed her face and chest and belly, but when she tried to do her back, she wasn't able to do it very well. "Do you want me to wash your back for you?" Ilsa offered. Kirsten handed her the sponge and turned her back to the woman. The feeling was so good to the girl. It felt like washing and a light massage at the same time. The woman did her back, but she didn't stop there as she worked down and washed Kirsten's butt. Then she continued down and did the back of her legs. Kirsten lifted her feet one at a time and the women did them, even using her fingers to get between the toes. To do the feet the woman had stopped using the sponge and was putting soap on her hands just using them. She turned Kirsten so that the girl was facing the woman who was crouched down at her feet. Now she began to wash the front and inside of the girl's legs. She worked her hands up Kirsten's thighs. She was right at the doorstep of her kitty. She looked up at the girl, "Do you want me to wash you there too? Do you know it is important for a young growing girl like you to be clean there?" Kirsten just nodded, and Ilsa began to touch the girl with her slippery fingers. For Kirsten it felt so good to be touched there. But the woman was just washing her, not like those mean girls at the hall who did things there to hurt her. She closed her eyes and drank in all the feeling that the woman was creating in her. But she jumped a bit when Ilsa touched that sensitive bump at the top of her slit. The woman saw it, she smiled at the girl, "That feels nice there, doesn't it?" Kirsten nodded again. Ilsa took it as license to be touching the girl. She opened the lips and gently touched inside. Kirsten had been told it was bad for someone to be touching her there, but how could it be bad? It felt so good! Kirsten started to tremble from the feelings. She couldn't take it anymore, and she reluctantly pushed the woman's hands away. But her body was covered with soap. Ilsa took the hand held shower head from its place on the wall, and began to spray the girl's body washing away the soap. When she pointed the stream at Kirsten's little kitty the girl gave a little jump. The wonderful feeling of the warm water hitting her was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Ilsa could see the girl liked it and held the water stream there for as long as could be called a decent time. Ilsa put up the shower head back in its holder then asked, "Would you like to wash me now?" Kirsten readily agreed, taking the bath sponge while the woman turned her back. Kirsten did her back washing and with little caress, like her mother had taught her when her mother would massage Kirsten's back. She felt a little like she had traded places and now she was doing the caresses that her mom did for her, only now to this woman. Kirsten did down her legs and tried to do her feet like Ilsa had done hers. When she finished the feet she began up the legs. She was surprised her legs were strong and firm. But that wasn't the only thing that surprised her. The woman didn't have any her hair on her kitty! Her mother did, the older girls in the hall did too. But this woman didn't have any. She wasn't sure if she should be touching her there. Ilsa reached and taking Kirsten by the arms she lifted the girl so she was standing. "Will you wash me here?" she indicated her chest and breasts. Kirsten looked at them, they were big but they sagged down against the chest. She could have passed the pencil test, if Kirsten knew what that was. She washed the upper surfaces, then Ilsa lifted them and wanted the girl to wash under them. This ended up with Kirsten having a hold of the globes. As she washed the woman, she noticed that the nipples began to stand out from the large light brown area around the nipples. Kirsten marveled, they must be 6 centimeters across and the nipples stuck 1.5 centimeters above them. It was big difference from Kirsten her areolas which were only 2 centimeters across and her nipples were just a slightly darker shade of pink than her areolas. Her own chest was as flat as Karl's. When Kirsten had gotten Ilsa all soaped up, Ilsa handed her the shower head so that Kirsten could rinse off the lather. Once that was done, Ilsa put back in its place. But the warm water felt so good to Kirsten after having to wash out of a bucket of water that she had to heat on the stove before using. The girl didn't want to get out of the shower. But the decision to get out was not made by her. It was made by the water when it turned from warm to cold. Quickly Kirsten and Ilsa caught the cold shivers again like they had from the cold lake water. Getting out and drying off, Ilsa said, "Come we get warm again, you come with me." Ilsa led the girl to her bed pulling back the covers the two of them got in. Ilsa pulled the girl close so they could share their warmth. She stroked the girl's head, "Tell me why would you want to drown yourself?" "Nobody wants me," said the preteen with a little sniff. "I can't believe that is true. Surely your folks love you." "My mom and dad are dead." That was a surprising thing for Ilsa to hear. "Who do you live with then?" "My uncle Gustav." "Old man Gustav Andersson, the dairyman?" "Ja, that's him." "I didn't know you lived with him, I didn't know anybody lived with him. I thought maybe you lived in the town or with the Strömberg family. I saw you once at the lake with Karl Strömberg." "No," Kirsten said shaking her now drying head. "Karl works on my uncle's farm and he took me to swim in the lake one time. But I hate him now." "Oh child that is powerful words to say that you hate someone. Why would you hate him?" Kirsten's eyes teared up and she bit her lip to keep from crying. Ilsa said, "Come now, you can tell me, maybe it will make you feel better." At first Kirsten didn't want to talk, then a dam inside her broke and the story came pouring out between sobs and tears. She told how he was nice to her and he was her only friend, and how she thought that he could be her boyfriend. But that he had another young girl, and he was having sex with her. Kirsten told how she watched them through the window. When she offered herself to him he heartlessly rejected her and scoffed at her attempt. After hearing out her story, Ilsa kissed the girl on the top of the head saying, "It is very hard when someone you love doesn't love you back. I know how you feel, I have been there myself." Kirsten looked at the woman inquisitively, "What happened to you?" Kirsten asked thinking that she was the first person who had rejected in love. All the adults she had ever known were all in love with somebody; there wasn't anybody she knew who was a couple who wasn't. Her parents loved each other and so did all her friends' parents. Everybody seemed to be happy together she had never heard of anyone breaking a heart. Ilsa began to tell her, "Well I was married many years ago, but my husband said he didn't love me, and that he had found a new person that he loved and he was going to go away and live with her. It hurts very much when you love somebody and they don't love you back. Men can and even boys can be cruel to girl like that. So I know how you feel, but in time you'll get over those feelings when you find someone or something that you love instead." "Did you find someone to love?" "I found some friends who give me some comfort and give me a kind of love. And I found something I love to do that fills me up so that I got over those feelings. If you find your loving thing or person, your little heart can heal like mine did." "What is it that you love?" "I found that I like to design clothes, dresses and things for women. That's what I do when I fish, I am thinking of dress designs while I see if a fish will make himself my dinner," she smiled a the girl. "If you just design dresses that is your thing, do you have someone who loves you too?" "I do know some women who feel like me and they give me their love. It helps that they also are in the business of clothes. Some design and others sell my clothes in Stockholm and some get sent to other countries. So we all have things in common." "Oh, that's nice for you." Kirsten snuggled into Ilsa. Ilsa placed Kirsten's head upon her chest and it just happened to be on her breast. Kirsten laid there for a while Ilsa stroked the girl lightly on her head and down her shoulders across her back down to the top of her butt, which in that position was all the farther Ilsa could reach. Finally Kirsten said, "That feels so nice what you are doing, you make me feel like I did when my mom and dad were alive." "What happened to them?" "It was night time and we were all sleeping and a fire started," the girl said slowly, dredging up a painful memory. "And they died in the fire. I died there too, but a fireman saved me and pulled me out of the building and he gave me mouth-to-mouth breathing and brought me back to life. After I get out of the hospital they sent me to live at the hall. Then Mrs. Sandburg, found that I had this uncle, Uncle Gustav. So I had to move here. But I hate it here! I want to go back to Stockholm. That's where I'm fromàå¤l, but in time you'll get over those feelings when you find someone or something that you love instead." "Did you find someone to love?" "I found some friends who give me some comfort and give me a kind of love. And I found something I love to do that fills me up so that I got over those feelings. If you find your loving thing or person, your little heart can heal like mine did." "What is it that you love?" "I found that I like to design clothes, dresses and things for women. That's what I do when I fish, I am thinking of dress designs while I see if a fish will make himself my dinner," she smiled a the girl. "If you just design dresses that is your thing, do you have someone who loves you too?" "I do know some women who feel like me and they give me their love. It helps that they also are in the business of clothes. Some design and others sell my clothes in Stockholm and some get sent to other countries. So we all have things in common." "Oh, that's nice for you." Kirsten snuggled into Ilsa. Ilsa placed Kirsten's head upon her chest and it just happened to be on her breast. Kirsten laid there for a while Ilsa stroked the girl lightly on her head and down her shoulders across her back down to the top of her butt, which in that position was all the farther Ilsa could reach. Finally Kirsten said, "That feels so nice what you are doing, you make me feel like I did when my mom and dad were alive." "What happened to them?" "It was night time and we were all sleeping and a fire started," the girl said slowly, dredging up a painful memory. "And they died in the fire. I died there too, but a fireman saved me and pulled me out of the building and he gave me mouth-to-mouth breathing and brought me back to life. After I get out of the hospital they sent me to live at the hall. Then Mrs. Sandburg, found that I had this uncle, Uncle Gustav. So I had to move here. But I hate it here! I want to go back to Stockholm. That's where I'm froa while that day. They rubbed me there, they said it would feel it good, but it never did. Then they made me lick them on their private parts. I had to stick my fingers in them there. If I didn't do those things they would take my things and hide them and they would hit me sometimes." "Those girls were so mean and cruel to you, real bullies. I can see why wouldn't want to go back there. It is a shame, what happened to you. Those girls were very mean and different from most girls. The girls and women that I have known all take care of each other and are very loving. We don't hurt each other that way. It is too bad they did that to you, because it is a way to show love and it feels very nice." It was Kirsten's turn to be surprised, "You don't do those things with a girl, I mean touch a girl there?" Blushing Ilsa made a quick decision to be honest with the preteen and let things go where they will. So what business was it anyone's that she was a lesbian. "Ja I do things with other women, but is loving things were we show each other love." "But you were married how can you do things with women when you had a husband," Kirsten said, confused how the woman could be doing things with women when she was married. "I didn't do those things when I was married, I was faithful to my husband, it was he who was unfaithful to me. I never gave him cause to go to other women, but he did." "But when were you with women?" Kirsten asked her curiosity piqued by such strange things. After a brief pause Ilsa started, "I will tell you, I was a little older than you when I and my friends use to play little games that started out with kissing. Later we went on to touching each other, even under our clothes. I put all that away when I met my husband. But when he left me, I went back to the love that I received, and that I am happy to give." "So the girls and ladies were nice to you?" Ilsa nodded. "Ja, of course that is how love should be." "How come those girls weren't nice to me?" "I would expect because they didn't love you, and I would think they didn't like you like they should. They were just using you for their purposes. That is not how people should treat each other." "How should they treat people?" the girl asked. "They should always act in the best interest of the other person." Ilsa answered. "Is that what you do?" Kirsten asked. Ilsa shrugged. "I try." After lying with her head on the woman's breast she asked, "You like doing things with girls? It was nice?" With a little laugh Ilsa, answered, "Ja it was very nice." Then with a pause on her part, Ilsa asked, "Are you thinking you are wanting to try and see with it is like with someone who wants to make you feel good?" "It won't hurt me, will it?" Then after a few seconds Kirsten asked, "Does it really does feel good?" With a big smile, Ilsa answered her, "Ja it is the best! Come up her my little girl." Pulling Kirsten up to her, Ilsa gave her little kisses all over her face, before she placed a soft kiss on Kirsten's lips. Kirsten decided that it was nice and she returned it with much adore. Kirsten got a lesson in kissing. She was taught the basics. When she had caught on, the women began the advanced course. Ilsa licked at the girl's lips which caused the girl to open her mouth. While neither an angel or fool, Ilsa's tongue rushed in to the satisfaction of both. This felt nice to the 10 year-old girl. Ilsa must be right that it did feel good. Kirsten felt safe and loved in Ilsa's arms. She allowed the woman to explore her mouth. Kirsten did some exploring herself. She reached down and touched the woman's large breasts. They were so much larger than her mom's. They felt so nice and were soft and felt kind of bouncy. As Kirsten felt the woman's boobs he noticed the nipples which were standing up. She began to touch them. The more she touched them the more aggressive the woman got with her tongue in Kirsten's mouth. Kirsten became more aggressive with the nipples. She began to pull, pinch and eventually gently twist them. Ilsa stopped kissing, and urged the girl, "Suck on my nipples." Kirsten followed Ilsa's directions and moved down to be able to suck on them. She knew that her mother had breast fed her, but she didn't remember it. Now she was getting the chance to suck on nipples and she knew that she would remember it this time. Kirsten found that she liked doing it. To say that Ilsa liked it too would be a gross understatement. Ilsa pushed her to her other nipple and Kirsten paid the same homage to that one too. Ilsa shivered with a small orgasm from Kirsten's oral attentions. Kirsten, not knowing about orgasms, didn't recognize it for what it was. Ilsa pushed Kirsten off for a minute. But it didn't take her but a few seconds to get herself together. She took the girl in her arms and rolled over in the bed. With the girl under her, Ilsa returned the attention Kirsten had paid to her nipples. This was something Kirsten had not experienced before. The woman was licking and sucking on the small areolas. To Kirsten this felt GREAT! Never did it feel like this with the girls in the hall. After the appropriate attention was paid to Kirsten's flat chest and tiny nipples, Ilsa moved down the girl's body planting kisses all over her belly as she went. Kirsten realized that Ilsa was going to lick her where she had to lick those girls in the hall. This time the idea didn't revolt her. She opened her legs for the older woman, who showed her gratitude that the girl showed her. She planted kisses and there were licks abounding to the inner thighs and on her pussy lips. Kirsten felt that this how it should be! Her spirit was soaring with the feelings Ilsa was generating. It was like an itching that was being scratched even as it was still itched. Whatever the feelings were they were something that Kirsten had never felt before. It was like a circular ramp that climbed higher and higher. The spinning was making her dizzy. Ilsa was now licking and sucking on Kirsten's clit that had been coxed out of its hiding place. But she didn't give it her full attention as she would return to licking the engorged lips swollen with excitement. Ilsa used two fingers to spread the girl's happy kitty and to flick her tongue tip against the inner lips buried in the now fat outer lips. She could taste the first of the girl's fluid as her vagina prepared itself to host something, anything in her love channel. Kirsten's body was ready although the girl didn't realize it. But the woman, who had so many years of experience making love with members of her own gender, could tell that the girl was ready. More than ready. With a couple of tentative tries she touched the entrance to her vagina. It was wet enough to slide her finger in. As Ilsa put her pussy finger farther in the girl, she confirmed what the girl had said without knowing, that some girl in the hall had removed her hymen. It made it possible for Ilsa to slide her banging finger up inside. She returned her lips and tongue to her main objective of conquest: the young girl's clit that was standing out all pink and excited, exposed for all the world to see. Except the only world that mattered right now was Ilsa and her magic tongue. With a fucking motion with her finger and the flicking of her tongue but mostly the sucking of her lips she blew the young girl's head off into her first orgasm. Kirsten's body shook as through she was having convulsions. Kirsten couldn't be bothered by what her body was doing as her mind was taking her on a trip around the galaxy the stars were points of light flashing before her eyes. Finally she fell into that black hole in the center of her universe. All was oblivion, she couldn't see or feel anything anymore. There was only a deep contend peace. Ilsa could see that the girl had a massive orgasm and ceased her ministrations. She moved up next to the girl and laid watching her little lover as she slept though the unconsciousness of her orgasmic stupor. While Kirsten was out, Ilsa laid on her side with her head in her hand that was propped up by her elbow, looking that girl. She hadn't had this much fun making love in a long time. She never had a girl this young, nor seen one respond so hard. Ilsa was a little older than Kirsten her first time with a girl. It was great then she remembered. It is always a wonderful thing when you discover something new. This lit a fire in Ilsa, she would love to be with this little girl a lot more, and show this girl a lot more things. Presently Kirsten came back to the world that surrounded her. She opened her eyes to see Ilsa looking back with love in her eyes and a broad smile on her lips. She kissed the nose of the girl, and asked, "How did you like that?" Kirsten was at a loss for words. Presently she was able to get out, "It felt very, very good! Is that what it's supposed to feel when you are with a girl?" "Yes, if the person wants to make you happy," and with a little nod of her head, she added, "and if she knows what she is doing." "Boy, it never felt like that with the girls at the hall." "I would expect it wouldn't because they weren't interested in your pleasure, only what you could give from the and they could take from you. But my dear it is getting late. Perhaps you should return home?" "Oh Ilsa please don't make me go home, can I stay the night with you? Uncle Gustav will be angry with me, for being gone and I took Karl's bike. I am sure he would have told uncle that I did it and they will both be angry with me." "You may stay here tonight but you must face your uncle and Karl for that you have done. Tell me the phone number of your uncle and I will call him and tell him you are here with me." "He doesn't have a phone," Kirsten said simply. "Oh!" Ilsa was taken by surprise that someone in this day and age didn't have a phone. "I will call Mrs. Gunnarsson, she lives nearby and ask her to tell him where you are and that you will stay the night with me. What do you think we should do about Karl's bicycle? Don't you think he should get back? Also I think that there should be an apology for having taken it. " So Mrs. Olsen called the Strömberg house and promise the return of the bicycle in the morning. Ilsa got a dress for Kirsten to wear and sent her to bring the bike up to her house. Ilsa for her part gathered the clothes from her porch and put them in the drier to dry. Then Ilsa called Mrs. Gunnarsson asking her to relay the information to Kirsten's uncle. In the meantime Ilsa began heating up her supper which she shared with Kirsten. There were meatballs with Swedish gravy. It was the first time Kirsten had eaten meat since she left the hall. They were served over a bed of noddles. Mrs. Olsen had vegetables from her garden, peas carrots, green beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers all mixed with herbs to make a tasty salad. They sat eating and enjoying the food and their time together. Mrs. Gunnarsson called back later to report that uncle Gustav was very upset that Kirsten had taken off. He said, "I didn't care if she ever comes back." She said that neither he nor Karl were very happy with her. She said that Karl had to walk back home. Kirsten knew she was in a lot of trouble. "All right! Now we shall make up a bed for you, you may stay and tomorrow we will return Karl's bicycle and see your uncle and return him to you." "I don't think my uncle wants me back! He was mean to me before when I was just a little late getting home one time. I am sure he will be even more angry with me after today." "Are you sure about that?" Kirsten nodded her head yes. Ilsa gave a disappointed look. "I hope there is something that can be done for you." As they were making up a bed in another room Kirsten asked, "Do I have to sleep in this bed?" "Where else would you sleep?" Ilsa asked her, she knew the answer the girl might give, she kind of knew and half hoped that the girl would want to sleep with her. "Can I sleep in your bed with you?" Kirsten asked hopefully with her most soulful puppy dog eyes, the kind she used on her mother whenever she really wanted something. They always worked, her mother could never refuse her when she put that look on her face. Ilsa grinned like her wish had come true, "Yes of course you can sleep here with me." Kirsten rushed to her and gave her the biggest and best hug she had given since her parents' deaths. With things arranged the pair climbed into bed together, Kirsten broached the subject, "What was that you did to me?" "You mean what I was doing to you? I expect it was the same as the other girls, except they didn't care about you, or know how to do things right." "No, I mean you made my head go all fuzzy and crazy I was feeling so much that I couldn't get it straight. I never felt like that before." "Well, my dear little lover that was an orgasm. I expect that it was your first one then." "Ja I never felt anything like that in my life. Oh but I want to feel it again and again! Is that bad?" "No, it's not bad I would be happy to make you feel like that whenever you come to visit me, and I hope you visit me often," said Ilsa. I would love to try and do that for you too." Kirsten told the older woman. "But you know that if I can stay with you, we could do that all the time. I promise I will learn how to do that to you. If you teach me how to do it," Kirsten suggested hopefully. "Why would you want to live here?" "Why not? You are nice to me, and you have a bathroom with hot water and nice soft beds." Then Kirsten added in a low soft voice, "Plus you did wonderful things to me, maybe I can do them for you?" She added, "I would very much like to do that to you. It seems like so much fun." "I don't promise you anything, but we shall talk to your uncle until then you can stay here. I know Mrs. Sandburg, she is with Child Services, she wanted me to have a nice home, I am sure she would let me live here. She would approve it, I know, even if you aren't my family." "Alright," Ilsa agreed, if he will let you live here with me, then I will call your Mrs. Sandburg and see if she will permit it." Kirsten smiled and moved into the arms of her older lover. The girl went to sleep almost as happy as she was before the fire. Ilsa Olsen hadn't been looking for a little lover, but this child could not only become her lover but also the daughter she never had. Ilsa drifted off to sleep happy and content with the turn of events of that day with the promise of more days just as happy. The End As always thanks to my editor Nick Nason for all his help and work. All of my stories can be found at: /files/Authors/Tanya_Writer/ If you like my stories let me know. Or you don't, let me know and why. You can reach me at writer.red.rose@yandex.com