Lauren awoke the next morning, rolled over and looked at her alarm clock. She had another eight minutes until the alarm would go off. She rolled again, flat onto her tummy with her arm underneath her body, her hand cupping and pressing into the folds of her still-pantiless pussy. She never woke up before the alarm and normally she would have to drag herself out of bed. Today, though, she felt wide awake, and although she was usually a bit grumpy in the morning, today she felt great. She alternated between pushing her fingers into her pussy and rubbing her little clit while she relived the previous night's events in her mind. "I sucked a cock. I sucked a cock," she thought. "I am officially a cocksucker," she laughed to herself. "How could such a derogatory term be used for something that was so much fun to do?" she thought. Just thinking the words made her feel like such a dirty little girl. But that was okay. She wanted to be George's dirty little girl. She pushed her middle two fingers into her wet cunt and humped her hand, grinding her hairless mound into her palm, bringing herself off quickly. When she regained her breath, she sat up in bed and the alarm went off. "Wow! Perfect timing!" she said aloud.

Feeling around under her sheet she found her discarded panties from the night before. She slipped them on, pulling the strings up over her bony hips and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She took a quick shower and returned to her room wrapped only in a towel. She stood in front of her full length mirror, dropped the towel and looked at her naked body. It was the same naked body that it was yesterday but today she felt like a woman. She brought her hands up to her nipples and stroked them with her fingers, causing the little buds to stiffen and get puffy. She wished she had breasts, something that George could play with. She walked to her dresser and got some fresh panties, the white ones with the pink flowers and green leaves. Pulling them on she smoothed the cotton over her mound and turned halfway to check out her little bubble butt. She liked the shape of her ass. Other than it being so small, it looked like a womanly butt. Returning to her dresser, she pulled out a clean under shirt and pulled it down over her head. She liked this one with the little bow in the front, but still, although she really didn't need one, she wished her mother would buy her a bra. She went to the chair in her room and got yesterday's white blouse, put it on and buttoned down the front. She picked up her pleated plaid school uniform skirt, stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist, tucking her blouse in. She looked around for the little clip-on bow tie with the two things hanging down like a ribbon, to her, the dorkiest part of the uniform.

"Mom, I can't find my tie."

"It’s here in the kitchen, dear."

Lauren danced into the kitchen singing… "I'm so pretty, oh so pretty..."

"What's got you in such a good mood this morning?"

"I just feel so alive, mother," she said in a ridiculously phony English accent.

"You're a nutcase. You know that don't you?" her mom laughed.

Just as she finished her orange juice and English muffin, her mom said, "I'm going to start putting these boxes in the car. Go brush your teeth and I'll wait for you there." As her mother went out the door she went and brushed her teeth, and then went to the master bedroom. George was sleeping on his back. She walked over bent down and kissed him, licking his lips as she did. George awoke with a start.

"Jesus, Lauren, where is your mother?"

"Relax, she's outside putting stuff in the car. I just wanted a kiss before school."

She pulled the sheet covering him down. He was naked, his cock laying limply on his thigh. She reached down and gave it a squeeze.

"Go back to sleep," she said giggling "he's still tired."

She gave his cock a little wave goodbye and covered him with the sheet.

"You're picking me up from school right?"

"Of course. Don't I always?"

She bent again and gave him a little peck on the lips. "Can't wait," she said.

She turned and flipped her skirt up in the back, flashing him her pretty panties and skipped out of the room.

"Fuck! I have got to have a talk with that girl," George thought.

All day at school she didn't hear a word her teacher said. The only thing she could think about was what transpired between her and George last night. Sister Helen admonished her several times for daydreaming after calling on her to answer a question, only to have the girl ask what was the question. It was Friday at Saint Catherine's Elementary, which meant that in turn each class will be marched in line across the school yard to the church to make their confession. She wondered what Father Tim's reaction would be if she went in the confessional booth and said, "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession. In that time I have lied three times. I stole candy from the 7-Eleven twice. And I sucked a dick and swallowed the cum once." He would probably make her say at least 5000 Hail Marys as a penance, she laughed to herself. In the end though, she thought it better to leave out the part about dick sucking. She did however come very close to telling her BFF, Kimmie. She and Kimmie had both watched some porn videos one day at Lauren’s house when Lauren just had to show her what she had discovered. They were both fascinated and watched for about an hour, both of them surreptitiously reaching down to press and quickly rub their little clittys from time to time without the other’s knowledge. But she thought better of it in the end, deciding that it was best to keep this secret, for the time being at least. And although she never would eventually tell her about George, the two little girls would have their own secret to keep between them in the coming year.

George worked from his garage fulfilling orders from his eBay business selling refurbished computers and electronics. He was glad he started it and it turned out to be quite lucrative for him. It afforded him plenty of free time that he mostly spent at home, only having to venture out two or three times a month to Los Angeles to pick up more goods to sell. And because he was home so much during the day he was able to pick Lauren up from school every day, which is how they grew close to begin with, spending a lot of time together. Lauren’s mom was grateful for the small fortune he was saving her in child care. But George’s thoughts were not on his work today, as he was also thinking about last night. But his thoughts were more along the lines of, "I can't believe I did that, how stupid could I be." If Lauren’s mother ever found out she would probably kill him, but that might be better than spending the next 20 years in jail for what he did. Touching her while she was sleeping was one thing, she would never know about that. But how could he have possibly thought that she would not wake up while having her little pussy licked? He resolved to talk to her when she came home, explain to her how wrong it was for him to have done what he did. There was no denying, though, that it was the single most erotic experience of his life. There was also no denying that she enjoyed it immensely. But still, he was the adult. He would have to put a stop to it. He looked at his watch, it was almost time to leave to pick her up from school.

From his car, he watched the first-through-eighth graders pour out of the building. It was hard to tell them apart with them all wearing the same thing. Ah, there she is, he thought, as he spotted her. Easily one of the prettiest girls in the school to his eyes. She looked one way, then the other, and when she saw George she smiled brightly and ran full speed to the car, her skirt flailing around high on her young thighs as she ran. She pulled the door open sat down and pulled it closed again. She immediately threw her skinny little arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips pushing her tongue into his mouth. George was mortified. He pushed her away. "Shit, Lauren! You can't do that here! People will see us." She leaned back against her door and gave him the pouty lip.

"I'm sorry, it's just... it's just that I've been waiting all day to kiss you," she said.

"It's okay, honey, I'm sorry I snapped at you. We need to talk when we get home though," he said.

He noticed that the way she was sitting her skirt had ridden up and he had a slight glimpse of her panties. "This is not going to be an easy talk to have," he thought.

He drove the few blocks from school back to the house, neither of them saying a word. Lauren walked ahead of him through the front door and threw her backpack on the sofa. George pushed the door closed behind him and she immediately launched herself into his arms, her arms around his neck and her spindly legs wrapping around his torso. Instinctively, trying to hold her up, he found that his hands were now cupping the perfect globes of her ass under her skirt. He tried not to think about that.

"No, Lauren, stop," he said.

"But nobody can see us now"

"I know, baby, but I have to talk to you. Please sit down."

"Am I in trouble?" she asked.

"No honey, you did nothing wrong."

She sat on the couch looking at him expectantly. George took the chair opposite her.

"The thing is sweetheart, I did something wrong. Very wrong. I never should have done what I did to you last night. I don't know what came over me. It's just that... well... a couple of weeks ago I discovered your internet history. I saw all the porn sites that you went to..."

Lauren's eyes widened hearing this. "I'm sorry... I just... I... I..."

"It's okay honey, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's perfectly natural for a girl your age to be curious about sex." He paused, took a deep breath and continued. "When I saw the sites you went to, saw the videos that you watched, and I thought about you watching them and thought about you touching yourself... I don't know. I guess it made me want to touch you, too."

"Wait. How do you know I was touching myself?"

"Please, honey. That's why porn exists."

"But I... I..."

"Sshh baby, you don't need to explain anything to me. What I'm trying to say is what happened last night never should have happened. It's my fault, and my fault alone that it did happen. You did nothing wrong. The point is honey, we can't let it happen again."

"But why?"

"Because it's wrong, baby. Grown men should not touch little girls the way I touched you. It's also against the law."

"Fuck the law!" Lauren blurted out.

George looked surprised at her outburst.

"I'm sorry, but you said I could say bad words last night," she said.

"Yes, I guess I did..."

She interrupted him. "But you speed in your car and that's against the law. And you and Mom smoke weed and that's against the law."

"How do you know about the weed?"

"DUH! I'm not stupid. I do have a nose, you know. Besides, I know mom keeps it in the drawer with her panties."

This surprised George. If she knew about the weed being kept there, did she also know about the dildo and the vibrator and the butt plug and the padded handcuffs? (She did.)

"This is bullshit," Lauren said, exasperated.

"You don't understand, honey. If anyone found out about what I did to you, I would go to prison. And prison would be the least of my worries. The other criminals in prison kill pedophiles."

"What da heck is a pedal file?"

"Ped-O, honey, not pedal. A pedophile is someone who molests kids."

"But mom said molesting is when somebody touches you and you don't want them to. I wanted you to touch me. I was awake. I was waiting for you to come in and touch me. Like you came in and touched me the night before last, and the night before that, and the night before that. I even saw you jerking off and I saw you cum in my panties. And now you're telling me that we can't be the way we were last night? This sucks. My whole fucking life sucks. I should just die now."

The tears rolled down her cheeks as she put her feet up on the couch and hugged her legs to her body and bowing her head to her knees, began sobbing. Did he hear her right? She was awake the whole time? She was awake the other times? She saw him masturbating into her panties? She wanted him to touch her?

What an asshole I am, George thought. He looked at her, sobbing, the tears welling in his own eyes. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was to hurt this precious little girl. His willpower to put a stop to what he had started was fading. It didn't help that the way she was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, he could see her cute cotton panties stretched tightly over her protruding mound, noticeably indented where they concealed her little slit. But it had to stop, didn't it? The risk of being found out was too great, not to mention the trauma she would have to endure if the worst were to happen.

George felt terrible watching her cry like that, her tiny body wracked with tremors as she sobbed heavily. He wished he had never discovered her browsing history. Wished he had never touched her in the first place. But he had. There was no taking that back. He hated himself for causing her so much pain and anguish. He had to try to calm her, comfort her, make her understand.

"Come here, baby,” he said.

She looked up at him. Her face was a mess, stray hairs stuck to her tear streaked cheeks, her nose running profusely onto her lips. He opened his arms in a gesture for her to come to him. She stopped sobbing for the moment. Still trembling, she slowly rose from the couch and walked around the coffee table. She sat sideways on his lap, curled herself into a ball, leaned against his chest and buried her head into the crook of his neck. Clutching the material of his T-shirt in her little fist, she began sobbing again. George hugged her tightly, rubbing his hand up and down her back. After a couple of minutes she seemed to calm somewhat.

"It's for the best, baby. Someday when you're older you'll understand."

Lauren didn't say anything but she thought, "When I'm older? Now you're going to treat me like a dumb kid? After what we did last night?"

"I only want what's good for you honey," he said.

Now she was mad.

Lauren pushed up off his chest. With tears still running down her cheeks she said, "What's good for me? What's good for me?"

She grabbed his hand and pulled it under her skirt, pressing it firmly against her panty covered pussy.

"This is what's good for me!" she said firmly. Still holding his hand against her pussy, with her other hand, she reached down, and grabbed and squeezed the head of his cock through his shorts. "This is what's good for me," she said again, firmly.

She was rubbing his hand against her pussy while rubbing his cock with the other hand. "This is what I want. Don't you understand? This is what I want." She could feel his cock stiffening in his pants. "And if you're honest with yourself, this is what you want too. You started this. You touched me first."

George could take no more. With the hand that was on her back, he pulled her in and kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. She took the hand that was holding his against her pussy and brought it to the back of his neck, running her fingers through his hair. He left his hand where it was and kept rubbing her now hot, moist, little cunt and she kept rubbing his rock hard shaft through his pants while still engaging in the hottest, most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced.

The couple made out for several minutes, each of them pawing and groping the other's genitals. She could feel his dick had grown substantially from when she first touched it and he was now at full hardness, giving her a small sense of victory. For his part, George never knew, and was amazed that such a young girl could get so wet, for he could now feel her copious juices soaking through her panties. They broke the kiss and Lauren sat back on his lap looking into his eyes expectantly.

"Oh my God, baby, what am I ever going to do with you," he said.

"I can make some suggestions if you want," she said, trying to smile.

He laughed, "I'm sure you could. But listen, if we are going to keep this up we have to make some ground rules."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well first of all, and this should go without saying, but you could never, ever tell anybody about us. Not Kimmie. Not anybody."

"I won't, I promise," and making an X on her chest with her finger, she said, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"And no PDAs."

"What's that?""Public displays of affection. Meaning you can't kiss me like you did when you got in the car today. And I mean never when we're outside of this house. And never in this house when your mother is home."

“But... but...”

"No Lauren, no buts. Never when she is home. If she were to see you kissing me like that she would know something was up. So never when she is home, okay?"

"Okay, deal."

"And no teasing."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like flipping your skirt up in the back to show me your panties like you did this morning."

"Oh, come on, you liked that."

"I did, honey, but you cannot do that or anything like it when your mom is in the house. And never when we're outside of this house either."

"But you've seen me in my panties before and mom was right there."

"Well, that was when you were getting ready to go to bed, so that would be the only time that I should see your panties if your mom is in this house."

"So is that all?" she asked?

George thought for a moment. "For now, baby, but I reserve the right to make more ground rules for anything that I think I need to make a new rule for, okay?"

"Okay, deal."

George held up his pinky.

"Pinky promise?"

Lauren smiled and hooked her pinky in his.

"Pinky promise," she said, smiling.

"Okay so, your mother won't be home for another couple of hours. What do you want, my princess? Tell me"

Lauren thought for a moment and then got a mischievous grin on her face.

"I want to be naked with you," she said.

"Okay, but let's go to your room. I don't want to do this here in the living room."

"Okay," she said and got up from his lap.

As he got up he took her tiny hand in his and said, "Additional ground rule number one. Anything we do, we do in your room. Not the living room, not the dining room, not my room, your room only."

"How 'bout the backyard?,

"No," he said, "definitely not the backyard."

"How 'bout the kitchen? You're supposed to eat in the kitchen. Get it?" she said, winking at him.

"No, not the kitchen either. Don't go being a smartass now."

They both laughed and walked down the hall.

When they got to her room they stood silently facing each other. She pulled the tails of her white school blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and from the bottom, started unbuttoning. When she was done. she drew the blouse off her shoulders and threw it on the chair in her room. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her skirt, she pushed it down passed her hips, it fell to the floor puddled at her feet, and she kicked it behind her. George thought she looked so adorably cute in her school knee socks, flower patterned cotton panties, and snow white undershirt with the pink bow on the front. Watching him watch her, she pulled the undershirt over her head exposing her flat chest, her little nipples already stiff in anticipation, and threw it on the floor behind her. Then slowly, she pushed her panties down revealing her hairless mound. She bent slightly and raising each foot in turn and peeled off her socks. Standing before him totally naked she looked up at him towering over her and half whispered, "Now it's your turn."

George pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it on her chair. Hooking his thumbs into his shorts and boxers at the same time he peeled them both down and off dropping them to the floor, his big hard cock bobbing with his movements. They stood silently for a few seconds, each of their eyes roaming over the others naked body. "You are so beautiful, Lauren," he said, causing her to blush. She stepped up close to him and wrapped both hands around his cock. "You're not so bad youself," she said. Even with one hand on top of the other, she still could not completely cover his massive fuck meat with her hands. She pumped slowly up and down. A drop of precum formed on the tip and ran down over her hands. She bent slightly to lick the head and looked up at him smiling,

"Mmmm... yummy" she said.

"How did you ever get so sexy at such a young age?"

"I dunno, maybe I was born with it."

He laughed as she lead him towards the bed pulling him along by his hard dick. She lay on the bed and opened her arms to him. "Baby, I'll surely crush you if I lay on top of you. Maybe I should lay down to next to you." She scooted to the other side of the bed and George laid down on his back.

As soon as he was settled Lauren swung her leg over his and straddled him mid-thigh. She grasped his cock with both hands, pointed it straight up and slowly started to pump her fists up and down its length. Maintaining eye contact with him she leaned forward and began to lick around the head of the stiff member. "You're such a naughty little girl," he said softly. She smiled up at him as best she could with her tongue out, swirling around his head. Raising up on one knee, she brought the other one down between his thighs and George spread his legs. She shifted to kneel between his thighs and then began running her tongue up and down the length of his hard rod, occasionally taking the first couple of inches into her mouth and sucking on it. Cradling his balls in her hand, she remembered something she had seen on one of those dirty videos. So she lay on her tummy between his legs and started kissing, licking, and sucking his balls in turn. They felt a little bit weird in her mouth, what with the hair and all, but with the moan that escaped George's lips she knew he liked it. Feeling him move, she looked up past his impossibly hard dick and saw he was up on his elbows watching her, incredulous.

"Damn," he thought, "She sure learned a lot watching those videos."

She reached up to jack his his shaft while licking his balls. "You like this, huh?" she asked.

"Baby, you are amazing," he replied, and lay his head back down on her pillows. Scooting back up on her knees, she took him into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on the first couple of inches while jacking him into her mouth with one hand and cradling his balls in the other. George's hips humped rhythmically up off the bed, fucking her sweet little mouth. Sensing he would soon cum if she kept it up, and wanting to make the moment last, he sat up and put his hands under her armpits and dragged her up the length of his body.

"I love you so much, baby," he said, and pulled her into a deep passionate French kiss, her weeping wet cunt barely able to reach to rub against his cock head as they kissed. After a minute or so of kissing, he grabbed her tiny little ass with both hands and pulled her further up his body until her young virgin pussy was at his mouth, and he began licking her. Lauren shifted her knees up to kneel on either side of his head, straddling his face. George alternated between licking and sucking her little clit and tonguing her tight fuckhole, lapping up her little girl cunny honey. Pushing her up further, he plunged his tongue up into her puckered anus. Lauren let out of low moan, rubbing her clit on his nose. After a minute or so of him tongue fucking her ass she raised up and moved back over his hips. Grabbing his cock and pointing it up she squatted down, trying to stuff it into her young virgin cunt. George looked down in amusement, for he knew there was no way he was ever going to fit inside her. Lauren let out a little whimper in frustration at not being able to achieve her goal.

"What are you doing, honey?" he asked.

"I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."

"But it's never going to fit, baby. You're still too little, you're just going to hurt yourself."

"But I want it," she whimpered.

"Just rub yourself on me honey, it will feel good."

Lauren knelt over his hips and reached down to his impossibly hard cock. With the head in her palm and her fingers down the length of it as far as she could reach she pressed it up into her baby slit. She laid down on his chest and began humping her little pussy against his dick. George brought his hand to his mouth and thoroughly wet his index finger with his saliva. With his other hand he reached down to the perfect round globes of her ass and spreading his fingers, he spread her little cheeks apart. With his saliva covered finger he began probing her tight little asshole.

"Oh my God, George, yessss! Fuck me! Fuck my ass with your finger," she implored him.

George pushed the digit deep into her rectum and Lauren began sliding her slit up and down the length of his cock at a frenzied pace. "Uh... uh... uh... uh..." she grunted with each thrust of his finger into her bottom. She was getting close. She could tell this was going to be an even bigger cum then last night's, when she got her little cunny eaten out for the very first time. She could feel it coming. As her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, she cried out, "Oh, fuck yes! I'm cumming Daddy, I'm cumming!"

She had never called him daddy before and hearing her call him that in the throes of her orgasm sent George over the edge too. He raised his hips up off the bed thrusting into her little palm and said, "Yes, baby! Cum for daddy! Cum for me." She felt his cum shooting out the end of his cock, into her palm and up her arm to her elbow and immediately moved up, wedging the head tightly against her dripping cunt hole. She felt two, three, four, five more spurts splash up against, and into her spasming pussy and briefly wished he was making a baby in her, naively thinking that that would tie them together, inseparable, forever.

As their orgasms subsided Lauren lay limply on top of him. George ran his hands up and down her body from her head to just below her knees, soothing her. Oh, how she wished she could lay here with him, sleep on top of him like this all night. But her arm was still wedged between them, his cock head still in her palm, and it was beginning to fall asleep. Reluctantly she pulled her knees up and sat up, high on his thighs. She looked at her sperm covered hand and arm and then showed it to him.

"You sure make a mess don't you?" she said, and began licking the viscous sperm off her hand.

George smiled at her. "You must be the sexiest little girl on the entire planet." He glanced over at the clock on her nightstand. Her mom would be home in about 45 minutes. "We better both take showers," he said, "Your mom will be home soon."

"Can we take one together? Please? Pretty please?"

"Not this time baby, it's too close to the time your mom is coming home. If we were both taking one together, it's bound to take longer than normal. And if she came in and found us both in the shower she would know something was up."

"Duh! Ya think?" she said sarcastically.

She swung her leg over his body allowing him to get up. Then she got up and hugged him tightly, feeling his half flaccid cock high on her chest.

"I love you, baby," he said.

"I love you too, Daddy. Bunches and bunches."

"Umm, you know honey, you never called me Daddy before. It's probably best that you not call me Daddy in front of your mom."

"Yeah, I guess. I'll just call you Daddy when we have our special times. Is that okay?"

"Yes, baby, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot"

He took her hand and they both walked down the hall naked. At the bathroom door, he pulled her in to embrace once again and bent to softly kiss her lips.

"Don't be too long and run me out of hot water, honey," he said as he turned towards the master bedroom.

"Don't you be too long and run me out of hot water, DADDY," she laughed, and smacked his naked butt as he walked away.

Epilogue: For the next 15 months Lauren and George enjoyed carnal bliss nearly daily. He never was able to properly fuck her as she was always such a tiny little girl and his cock was big, even by pornstar standards. But she loved when he would rub his cock head on her pussy or ass and she would spread her little holes open with her fingers so she could feel his spunk shoot inside her. And she simply adored taking him into her mouth and the feeling of his cum spurting against her tongue. She rarely broke his "rules" except for the few times when she would deliberately sit askew, knowing she was showing him her panties under her skirt. And the one time she stroked him through his pants on the way back from the movies, but it was dark and nobody could see.

One night Lauren awoke to the sounds of her mother and George arguing. She could hear her mom crying and heard her say to George, "You fucking bastard!" The next thing she knew her mom was in her room. Lauren was scared that maybe her mom had found out about her and George and mentally prepared herself for her mother to light into her. But she hadn't.

"Put some pants on honey. We're going to Aunt June's."

"But Mom, it's the middle of the night I don't want to go to Aunt June's."

"Goddamnit girl can you please, just once, do what I say, when I say it." her mom yelled through her tears.

As they walk through the living room and out the front door Lauren stopped and turned to look at George who was sitting on the couch. She could tell that he too had been crying. He silently mouthed, "I'm so sorry, baby, I love you."

Lauren's tears started to flow then too as she stood in the doorway looking at him. Then her mother reached back and pulled her by the arm, saying, "Let's go!" and they were gone.

It took a while, but Lauren eventually found out by eavesdropping on her mother and Aunt talking that one of her mom's friends got drunk and seduced an equally drunk George at a party they had attended that night. Apparently her mom had opened a carelessly unlocked bathroom door and caught him fucking her, bent over the sink. She was mad at George because technically had he cheated on her mother, but he cheated on her too. But she was actually more mad at her mother. She naively thought, "I had to share him with you for more than a year, why couldn't you just share him with her for one night?" But she still loved him. She would probably never stop loving him.

Since it was summer she couldn't walk the few blocks from school to George's house and Aunt June lived miles away. Even if she could walk the distance, she didn’t really know the way. In September though, during the first week of school she called Aunt June, who was now picking up, and lied that she had to stay after to help Sister Ann decorate the classroom, and she should come at 4:30 instead of three o'clock. As soon as the bell rang signaling the end of class Lauren ran out the door and ran the few blocks to George's house.

When she got close she stopped dead in her tracks. There was a "Sold" sign on the front lawn. Her heart sank. She couldn't see in the front windows because the curtains were drawn, so she went around to the side of the house and opened the gate. Through the back sliding glass doors she could see there was no furniture in the house. She felt as though she'd been punched in the gut and fell to her knees crying. She was heartbroken. She wondered where he had gone. Why he had gone. How could he not know she would come back as soon as she could? She stayed there on her knees looking into the house for almost an hour thinking back on all the good times they had, how he made her feel so loved, breaking down and crying again every few minutes. She never did see him again, but he was always in her heart. He never left from there. He probably never will.

The End.

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