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 The Lolipop Principle
   {Author's Note: While I like explaining how these things happen, this
one is supernatural.  Essentially, Basiatis had to gather all the various
cybernetic entities around the world, and put them in the custody of Eugene
(The Archivist, for lack of a better term.  Originally BASIA, a translation
interface before Language was developed.  Write Once, Read Many.)
   So, I'll do it here, the short answer is that she remembers Generations.
Her mother, her Father, and not much before that, in the body of the story.
Never mind how, but in case you're wondering why she's so precocious, and
sexual for her age.  That's about all I'm going to tell you.  Also,
spelling should be intentional puns, or double entendre', if you're
bothered by it.}
   ;
   Cassandra
   I got caught, playing with my lolipop.  I told the girls, don't tell, we
can get in trouble, but someone tattled.  The principle said no, I'm not in
trouble, but she's "Concerned." Because I play with the other girls, "but
all the girls play."
   "Yes, but these games, some of the games, I hear you play are naughty."
   "I'm sorry." I know, she told me.  And I told the girls to keep the
secret.  "Who told?"
   "That's not important," it is to me.  "but what is important is where
you learned to play, like that." Who can't keep a secret?
   "Like what?"
   "They said you touched them, in bad places."
   "I'm sorry.  I know we're not supposed to go down there," but there's no
grownups.
   "Yes, it's very dangerous, but."
   "Nobody got hurt."
   "Yes, but that's not the point.  Did you go down there to take their
clothes off?"
   I shrugged.
   "She said you offered her candy, if she took her underpants off."
   "Who said?"
   "This isn't about her, but I have to assess whether you're a threat to
the other girls."
   "I didn't hurt her." If I do, they don't want to play, so I didn't at
this school.  And it was an accident, it was just once, and I never did
again.  She cried, and I was sorry.
   "Did you play this, with other girls?"
   "Uh uh?"
   "Then, by process of elimination, you should know who we're talking
about."
   "Was it Candy?"
   "Candace?" She wrote something down.  I covered my mouth.
   "Mmh." Shook my head, "Her real name's not candy, it's just pretend."
   "Well, okay.  Now, where did you learn to play, these games?"
   "A friend."
   "Is your friend a man?" No, "A girlfriend?" I nodded.  "An older girl,
or a grownup?"
   "Mommy." Mahrime'.
   "Your mother?"
   "No, not my mommy.  A mommy, she's not my real mom, she's a friend.  But
she said I could call her mommy." For pretend.
   "And did she give you candy?"
   "Uhuh?"
   "To take off your clothes?"
   "Uh uh?"
   "Did she touch you?"
   "Uh uh."
   "Then how did you learn to touch the other girls?"
   "Well, she maybe touched me, a little.  But it didn't hurt, it's fun."
   "It's not fun, it's."
   "No, it's fun!  I wouldn't play it if it wasn't." I like it.
   "Yes, of course, but it's also bad."
   "Nu uh!"
   "Yes it is, it's very bad behavior."
   "I knew it, I am in trouble, you lied!"
   "Now, don't turn this on me, calm down."
   "No!  You lied!  And your mean, for lying!  That's bad."
   "Well, you lied."
   "Nu uh?"
   "Yes, you lied about your friend touching you.  And about touching the
other girls."
   "You touched me.  You took away my lolipop."
   "Yes, but that was to protect the girls, not harm them."
   "I didn't hurt them, they like it!"
   "Yes, but it's still bad behaviour."
   "You said I'm not in trouble."
   "I know, dear.  But I have to protect the students."
   "Why?"
   "It's my job."
   "Yeahbut, you don't have to protect them from me, I don't hurt them."
   "Yes, but sexual play is not."
   "It's not sex." It's pretend.
   So, I covered my face, and opened my eyes, and poked them.  To cry, and
see if that works.  "Mh!" It hurt, "Mhmhimhin!"
   "Oh dear.  I know this is difficult for you."
   "You hurt them."
   "Now, don't."
   "No!  You spank them, and they hate it, and I hate you, your mean!" She
made me miss recess, and she says I'm bad, and hurt the girls, and lied,
and now I'm really crying.
   "Oh, dear." She picked me up.  "Shsh.  Settle down now."
   She's a grownup.  She's got boobs.  None of the other girls got boobs,
there little.  And she took my lolipop away.
   "Snh!"
   "Feel better?"
   I shook my head, "Can I have my lolipop back?" I lied.  I did feel
better.  In her lap, she sat down, so I can sit on her lap, and snuggle her
boobs.  I don't have another lolipop, to play with, but I want to.  Play
with my lolipop now.  It feels good, and her boobs feel good.  "I'll be
good."
   "Well, I'm sorry, but that was thrown out."
   "Do you have another?"
   "Let me see," she leaned over, but she just had suckers in her desk. 
"Here, what color do you like?"
   "Nhmhm!" I like lolipops!  Not stupid flat suckers, they suck.  You
can't do anything with them.  Well, "A green one." They're not as good as
like a tootsie roll pop, I can't stick it in, but I can squeeze it.  Get
nice and sticky.  Or a candy cane, those are fun too, and the peppermint
tingles, but she don't got none.  It's not Christmas.  "Himn!" But, I guess
it'll do.  I'm hot, my clothes feel hot, "Can I go," play with my sucker?
   "Now," she held it back, "Can you tell me who touched you?"
   "Hihihm, I don't want it that bad."
   "Your friend.  You call mommy, she doesn't touch the other girls, too?"
   I shrugged.  "Not here." But her boobs.  I leaned back, sighed.  In her
lap, maybe I don't have to go.  Just yet.  "Back home."
   "Oh!" I'm new here, but I made lots of friends!
   "My teacher." I nodded.
   "Your old teacher, at your old school?"
   "She was nice." They buzz, when she talks.  I like that, and she holds
onto me too.  I like her arm around me, too.  Even though it's hot.  In her
lap.  I don't need the lolipop.  She can't make me tell, like that.
   "Where did she touch you?"
   "You know." I blushed.
   "Did she touch your shoulder?"
   I nodded.
   "Your head?"
   "Oh yes!" When she was nice and sweet.
   "Your back?"
   "Yes." Just like this.
   "Your bottom?" I squirmed.
   "Huh?" I was really hot, and sleepy now, but I like it.
   I like her, too.  She's mean, but she has great boobs.
   "Kelly, did she take your clothes off, and touch you down there?"
   "Down where?"
   "In your underwear."
   "Uh uh?" I didn't have any.  She's confusing, though, and she lies.  I
wonder, "Can you keep a secret?"
   "Of course, dear." She lied, she's trying to make me tell, to get her in
trouble.  I'm not stupid.
   "I like it."
   "Well!" she put me down.  "Uh, Kelly." She was red, too.  I nodded, "I
assume you wouldn't continue the behavior if you didn't." She looked
embarrassed.
   "You touched me." I grinned.
   "No, I.  You're crying.  I was just trying to make you feel better."
   "You did," I touched her knees, "I feel way way better." Rubbed her
legs. "Now."
   "Stop that," she pushed my hands off.
   "Why?"
   "It's inappropriate."
   "Yeah." I felt down, where she couldn't push them off.  "But you like it
too."
   "No, I told you to stop!" She rolled back.
   "Shhhh!" I followed her, "You want them to catch you like this?"
   She stood up.  "Young lady!"
   "You think they'll believe you or me?" Fine.  "You lied.  So, I can lie
too."
   "You wouldn't!"
   "You like to spank the girls."
   "Some girls need discipline."
   "Yes, but you Like.  Spanking girls."
   "I don't know what you're talking about.  You." She pointed, "Don't know
what you're talking about."
   "I think you do." She backed up.  "Know, what I'm talking about." I
don't like, spanking.  It hurts, and makes me cry.  But, she wants to stop
me.  She can't stop me.  "If you get in trouble, I don't think they would
let you off, with just a spanking." I think they call it reverse
psychology, if I say I like spanking, maybe she won't do it.  In the
corner, she can't push me away.  Too hard, or she hurts me, and gets in
trouble.  "You can lose your job." She told me.  "Go to jail, if they
thought.  You're touching the girls, or you like to spank us." So, I felt
her legs some more.  "So," up her skirt, "I can lie, and tell them you
touch me." I looked up, "Or, I can lie, and say you didn't." In between her
legs.  Not all the way up, just inside her legs.  "It's okay, it doesn't
hurt like spanking.  I don't hurt girls."
   She bit her lip!
   "I make them feel good."
   "Oh!" She turned, "No, stop it.  Don't!"
   "Okay!" I stopped.
   "You won't.  You wouldn't."
   I nodded.
   "I told you the deal.  I'm going to lie about you, now.  If you touch
me, I won't tell.  But if you don't, I will."
   "That's blackmail!"
   "Oh," I shrugged.  "Okay.  Or, I can go play with the girls." I really
rather like grownups, they have boobs.  But, "You want to protect the
students, right?"
   "That's not what I ment."
   "Well, I want to play." I pouted, "I like you, and if we can't be
friends, then I have to go out, and make friends." I giggled, "I'll need
that sucker, though."
   "I can't." But she wants to.  "I have work to do."
   "I know." she left the sucker on her desk.  "So," I unwrapped it.  "I'm
gonna be good.  The rest of the day.  Pop!" Why they're called Lolipops. 
"So I can come back, after school.  For another sucker."
   "Go back to class."
   She just has to think about it.
   I did.  A lot.
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   Principal (FG Fant NS)
   "Hh!" I thought she was a bad influence, I had no idea.
   She was, a lesbian.  I think.  I'm not, I have a husband, and 3
wonderful children.
   I love kids, devoted my life to them, but not like that.  I'm not a
pedophile, a child molester.
   But her voice, echoed in my head.  1 question:
   "Why?"
   You know, I didn't have a good answer?
   I have the answers, because it's wrong.  "Why?" Because it corrupts
little children.
   I can't corrupt her.  I feel as if she's trying to corrupt me.
   "No," she is.  She's trying to seduce me, she cried to get in my lap,
and for a moment, I.
   "Huh!"
   "You like it."
   No no no, of course not.  I just held her, and she stopped crying, and I
felt better because she felt better, that's all it was.
   But then she touched my legs.  My knees, and my calves, and my thighs!
   "Huh!"
   I didn't ask, if she touched her legs.
   "Oh!" I need to call her old school, how silly of me.  She can keep a
secret.
   "Huh!"
   "Pinewood Elementary, how may I direct your call?"
   "Yes, is this the front office?  Yes, this is principal Caruthers over
at Westbrook.  I recently received a student of yours, and she has been. 
HhuhH!  Ahem!" I coughed, and swallowed, "Acting out.  When I asked about
it, she admitted some inappropriate contact with one of her teachers."
   "Here?"
   "I believe so," she didn't say the school, but there weren't any others
in her records.
   "What kind of contact?"
   I covered the earpeice.  "Sexual contact."
   "You better speak with our principal."
   "Yes, that would probably be be best."
   It was nothing.  I just.  "No," it was nothing.
   "Pardon?"
   "No, not you.  Go ahead and put them on the line."
   I'll wait...
   "He's busy at the moment, can I have him call you back?"
   "Yes, of course.  My number."
   "We have caller ID.  I'll have him call you at the first opportunity,
but I have another call."
   "All right."
   "Would you like to hold or."
   "No." I just hung up, "Huh!" and sat back.
   But.  I never, have been, tempted before.  That's not good.  Why am I
even thinking about her, when she threatened me, and molested the other
girls, and lied to me, and threatened me.
   She threatened me!  With a sex-scandal, more of an ultimatum.  If I
don't she'll say I did, but does she have enough influence, over the other
girls, to create other false allegations?  Yes, 1 girl, I may be able to
explain, especially if I report the threat beforehand, and I have plenty of
witnesses to vouch for me.
   Except, I've seen this happen, so many times before.  Why, I have been
teaching for 20 some-odd years, it wouldn't be the first allegation, at
this school.  I've never been accused before, but.  I know child molestors.
I've met, dealt with, and talked to them.
   And what do they say?  "She came onto me." Yeah right, buddy.  She did,
but, "Huh!" What can I say, that I haven't heard before, from real child
molesters, and am I really seriously considering this, to keep it under
wraps?
   There's no reason to hide it, there's nothing to hide, she made a pass
at me, and I put her off, but she said "I'll come back, for another
sucker."
   No, she said "I'll be good." The rest of the day, and took the one I
gave her.  Why did I even do that?  It's supposed to be a reward, for doing
good.  Not molesting the other girls, lying, threatening, and sexually
assaulting me!  She sexually assaulted me, and I gave her a sucker?  That
doesn't look good, not to mention the fact that she uses the candy, to lure
the other girls.
   It's a game to her, but she's playing around with my life here!  My
whole life, I've dedicated to the children, and this is my reward?  It's
not thankless enough God, you have to send this child to tempt me?
   Why am I even tempted?  I'm not a pedophile, I'm not just saying that
because I'm a pedophile and they make excuses I'm.  NOT.  A pedophile.
   Then why am I tempted?  I tried, to think about something else.  The
lies, the threats, the other students, even going to the police, expelling
her, and hopefully getting her the help she needs.
   But, I'm lying to myself.  "Huh!" I'm tempted, for once in my life, I've
been teaching for decades, dealt with victims before, and why am I tempted?
Why can't I get the thought out of my head, the feeling of her in my lap,
the green sucker slipping out, and the way she licked her lips?
   "Uhn!" Damn it!  It's wrong, I've held countless kids in my lap, and
never felt, any of this.  I don't even know what this is, but I feel it. 
She got so hot, and made me feel uncomfortable, but then she touched my
legs, and her small body against my chest, crying, and the green sucker
slipping out her lips so she can lick the sweet sticky.
   "Damn it!" Pick up the phone, "What is it?"
   "Call from a." SHe checked, "Principal Smithers at Pinewood Elementary?"
   "Thank you Gladys." I took a deep breath, "Put him through." Line 2
flashed, so I hit that.  "Yes?"
   One thing's for sure, she knows how to get what she wants.
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   Candace (gF...)
   "Yes, Mrs.  Caruthers?"
   "You know Sandy?"
   "In my class?" I shook my head, "She's new."
   "Yes, but do you play with her?"
   "Well yeah.  She's in my class."
   "She didn't take you down, to the boiler room to play, has she?"
   "Oh, no." We're not supposed to go down there, but the door got busted.
Then they fixed it, so we can't go down there no more.
   "Does she ever play with a sucker, or lolipop?"
   "Oh." I mean, "No." So that's what this is all about.
   "It's all right.  You're not in any trouble, but if she did anything,
that made you uncomfortable, you can trust me."
   "Well," It kind of was, "Huh!  Okay, maybe we played, a little, but not
down there."
   "Where?"
   "After school.  We played after school, but I didn't like it, so it was
just once."
   "What didn't you like?"
   "She made fun of my name."
   "Candy?"
   "Candace!  It's Candace, but she called me Candy, and said it was
sweet."
   "You don't like that."
   "No, it's stupid, and the other kids make fun of me."
   "Is that all?"
   "Well, you said uncomfortable." She nodded.  "It felt, kind of sticky."
   "The candy." I winced.  "I'm sorry, did she have anything, like that?"
   "No, but.  We went to the store, and I didn't have any money, but she
said it's okay, 'I won't tell'."
   "I told you, you're not in any trouble, but did she pressure you, to
steal?"
   "Mhm?  I didn't want to but she stole some suckers, and she gave me one,
and said it was sweet.  She called me sweet, like candy, and she.  Nhm!"
   "It's all right, take your time."
   "She put it, in my mouth.  A lolipop, and she.  She licked my lips, and
said, 'See'?"
   "She didn't stop there."
   "No, she.  She told me, she said, she had.  Sweeter.  Lips."
   "Did she show you?"
   "She made me kiss her."
   "Kiss her where?"
   "In the park."
   "On the mouth?"
   "Mhm?"
   "Anywhwere else, on your body?"
   "She touched my neck, with her lolipop.  She said, 'oops!  Now your
sticky there', and she.  She licked it off."
   "And this made you uncomfortable."
   "No, it was fun.  She made me laugh, and we tickled, and played, and it
was fun.  Then, I went home, and I felt uncomfortable."
   "Why?"
   "It was sticky."
   "Where she touched you with the lolipop?" I nodded.  "On the neck?" I
shook my head.  "Somewhere else?T"
   "She touched my.  My legs."
   "And that made you uncomfortable."
   "No, she licked it off."
   "Where did it feel uncomfortable?"
   "Inside."
   "Inside, your.  Underpants?"
   I nodded.
   "Inside your lips?"
   "And in my butt."
   "She touched your butt."
   "And she licked it."
   "And that made you feel uncomfortable."
   "No, it made me feel good.  Then, it was sticky, and uncomfortable.  So,
I took a bath."
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   Principal (Fg...)
   "Where'd you get the balloon?" Big and yellow, with a smiley face.
   She shrugged, "My mommy." Pulled it down.
   "She stopped bye?"
   "No, left it for me."
   "Well, where'd you get the Helium from?" On school property.
   "Hydrogen, actually.  WH!" Stopped in the hall, she just held her
breath. Tucked the deflated rubber in her clutch.
   "Is that safe?"
   She nodded.  "If you know how.  See?"
   "What?"
   She giggled, "No helium voice." Cartoonish high pitch.
   "Hihah?" Then, back at my office, "Here you are." She just looked at it.
   Frowned, "I didn't come back for the candy." Then sighed, and headded
for the door, empty handed.
   "Sandy?" She stopped.
   "Huh!  I prefer Cassy."
   "Okay, Cassy." Short for Cassandra.  "I spoke with Candace, and she
called you Sandy."
   She shut the door.  "Oh," locked it.  "What did she tell you?"
   Went back to the chair.  "That you played with her, after school."
   "Just once."
   "Is that why you thought she told on you?"
   "She didn't want to play again, after that."
   "She said you touched her, sexually.  And that it made her
uncomfortable." Well, sticky.  Honestly, she seemed more bothered about
that, afterwards than the sex.  Ual.  Abuse.  Molestation.
   Shake my head, "She didn't seem to mind, I didn't know."
   "It's okay.  No, it's not okay, it's wrong, but is that why you went by
Sandy, and called her Candy?"
   "Hihn, yeah.  That rhymes."
   "But you actually prefer Cassy."
   "Mhm?"
   "Why do you do it?  Do you actually derive some sexual pleasure from
it?"
   "Idunno.  It's fun?  It's my favorite game, but I don't really care
about the candy."
   "That's the lure." She's a child molestor, she learned from a child
molestor, so she used the same line.  "Good, that's progress."
   "Is that it?"
   "For today, why?" She's not thinking about following through with her
threat.
   "Huh!  I told you, I like you.  I don't really like, little girls."
   "But you are a little girl." A child molestor, at 7.  "And if you don't
like it, then why do you do it?" Thought I'd seen it all, bye now.
   "Well, to make friends." She is new here, "And I like the taste."
   "The candy?" I thought she said.
   "No, pussy."
   "Cassandra!"
   "I'm sorry, but we can't talk about it if I can't use the right word."
   "That's not the right word, it's a vagina."
   She made a face, giggled, "Vagina." Frowned, "I like pussy."
   "So, you think you're a lesbian?"
   "Yeahbut, girl pussy.  Sorry.  'Vagina.' It's not the same, they don't,
got anything in it.  Really, and they barely get hot."
   She did, remarcable how red, and breathless she got, sitting in my lap.
"Huh!" But she's 7!  2nd grade, and she's trying to seduce me.
   No, let's be honest.  I know, it's been a few years, but I remember what
it feels like.
   She's seducing me, and "I'm flattered, but.  Seducing 2nd graders is not
a proper way to make friends."
   "I know, I'll stop.  I stopped, all ready.  I was good all day?"
   "Is that how you got sent to my office?"
   "Yeahbut, that was yesterday?" Her victim had said it was a few days
ago, and again I'm struck by how little either of them seem to be
traumatised by it.  "Uh!  I just need someone.  More like you.  You're
older, and so much sexier than a little girl."
   "Now, you can stop that right now." Because it's working.  "Hm.  Ahem. I
spoke to miss Gardner, as well." She looked up.  Yup!  "I had all afternon,
and despite your efforts at subterfuge, I was able to find her." In a few
hours.  I looked at my nails.  "She hasn't confessed anything.  Yet."
Buffed the edges on my lapel.  "Huh." Blew a little lint off one, and
pulled out my drawer.
   Looked up.  She was speechless.  "Uh?" For once.  Good.  You want to
play, little girl?  I got out my emery board.  "You had no right!"
   "I have every right, I'm a school administrator, it's my job.  Now,
you're saying something earlier about reporting me?" I will not be
blackmailed by 2nd graders in my own school!
   She cried.
   "Yes, I'm older, and Experienced." That's the difference, "For instance,
you're not the first child I've had to deal with, who enjoyed spanking."
   "Snh!" She looked up, smiled a little.
   "Here.  Have a tissue." I pushed over the box.  "Now, I do believe Candy
would be willing to tell someone, what you did to her.  If it comes down to
a you say I say testimonial.  I'm also known, here.  I have been working at
this school for quite some time, the children know I can be tough, but
fair, and I am duty bound to protect them.  This morning, when you came to
see me, I asked if you were a threat, to my charges."
   "No, Mrs.  Caruthers."
   "Oh," I got up.  "There there." Sat on my desk, but pulled up under her
arms.  "Up." I will not be blackmailed for sex by a 2nd grader.  I just had
to give it some thought.  "You've been good," I felt her skinny little
legs. Through her skirt, but she settled back against my breasts.  Again. I
think that's how she did it before.  Even before she touched my legs. 
"Like this?  Relax." She held them, tightly together, but I felt them
relax. Even spread a little so that her skirt folded down.
   Between her thighs, with my fingers.  "Mrs.  Caruthers."
   "Yes, Cassy?"
   "What are you doing?"
   "Making sure you don't harm any of my children."
   She turned, looked up at me.  Face, and eyes still wet with her tears,
but I stopped.  Feeling her lap, and just let my fingers rest.
   Between her thighs.
   And kissed her.
   "Oh." She smiled, looked in my eyes.  So, I took a tissue, and dried her
face.
   "Would you like a ride home?"
   "Yes," she sniffed, "Very much."
   She's missing more than just the half bicuspid, you could see.  In the
front, growing in, but still working on most of her molars.
   "Come along, then.  Grab your things."
   Gave Gladys the keys to lock up, when she's done.  Extremely capable,
older woman.  She's been here longer than I, and thought nothing of it. 
Fortunately, nothing had left my office, yet.  But I waited until we were
well out, in the parking lot.  Nice afternoon.
   "My husband, hasn't been very affectionate with me, for quite some
time."
   "Oh."
   "As they get older, about middle age, they tend to start experiencing
trouble, in that department.  I thought, that's all it was." At my car, I
let her in, and went around to my side.
   "You have kids."
   "Yes, 3." I leaned over, "Let me help you, buckle up." Booster-base. 
With 3 of them, we finally splurged with my son, another on the way, it was
a better investment to get the one that converts for multiple stages of
development, rather than keep buying them every few years.
   "Uh?"
   "You made me think.  Thank you, by the way," I kissed her head. 
"Comfy?"
   "Yes miss."
   "Missy, out of the office there's no need to be so formal."
   "Yes, missy."
   "Good." I pulled the door, started the motor, and pulled out in reverse.
Shifted once I'd pulled around, and drove off the the ramp.
   Normally one of the last to leave, but she's not the first I've had to
deal with personally.  I've never, even desired to, sexually before.
   "My oldest daughter was thirteen, or 14, at the time."
   "Okay?"
   "I didn't think about it, for years, but then he started paying more
attention to her, then her sister, when she started growing up."
   "Om!" She covered her mouth.  "He didn't."
   "No," I shook my head, "I don't think so," but I'll have to talk to the
girls to make sure.  "Huh!  I suppose, subconsciously I was jealous, and
protective.  In retrospect I didn't give him much of a chance to." but. 
"Huh!  You're right, I should probably make sure."
   "Mrs.  Caruthers?"
   "Misty."
   "No, Mrs.  Caruthers."
   "Yes?"
   I looked over at her, "I think I love you."
   "That's nice, however it's a little too soon, to decide something like
that.  You're so young, and we're veritable strangers, but." I patted her
knee.  "I like you too."
   "Hmh!" She just closed her eyes, and let her head back.  Sighed again,
but the light changed, so I continued driving.
   "About the same age when, we started being physically intimate.  In
school, he was like my friend, then my best friend.  Eventually that grew
into something more.  I love him, I still do, and I never felt anything for
anyone else before."
   "Before me?"
   "Yes," I admit, "I'm starting to feel something for you."
   "Good, I'm glad.  Me too."
   "Good." I nodded.
   "Um, I don't live this way." I know, her address.
   "Well, do you need to go straight home, or do you have a little time
this afternoon?"
   "Oh yes!  I want to stay with you."
   "Well, I can't take you home, either.  My family," I don't really want
her, to get involved with my family.  "Okay, listen a moment.  This is
important.  Huh!  My husband, is older.  Retired now, all but the youngest
is off to college, but I.  I was young, too young, to get married, have
children, though I can appreciate them growing up, and starting their lives
while I'm still relatively young.  My eldest, she had behavioral problems,
and I believe it was seeing the same behaviours in you that finally let me
see the truth."
   "He molested you."
   "Yes." I stopped, talking a moment.  Just drove, but got used to that.
Hearing that, then said it out loud.  "He molested me." I think, I believe,
I'd like to at least hope that I was able to protect my daughters, but. 
"Huh!  I don't know." I should probably be doing that, instead of driving
out to park with a 2nd grader, but I really need someone to talk to.  "Now,
I know, you can keep a secret."
   "Oh, I won't tell."
   "Of course not," she's a child molestor, and it just now dawned on me,
"I'm not!  A pedophile.  I think, I may be, attracted to you."
   "Hihn!  Yeah, I think so too!" She laughed out loud.
   "Hahaha, yeah.  I ment that plurally, child molestors.  Huh!  I don't
know why, but I felt it before.  Just put it out of my mind, but this
afternoon, I flashed back to the last one.  The last time, I had to deal
with this sort of thing in my school, but after I fired his ass, and sent
him to jail.  Huh?  I still remember, all the boys, crying, and tell all
the horrible things he did, and made them do."
   The hair stuck up on the back of my head.  And my arms, my hands, I
looked down at the gooseflesh, and shivered.  "HhHhH!" Wiped my face. 
"WHfph!" Shook my head, "Huh!"
   "Wow, that really turns you on."
   "I know."
   "Why?"
   "I haven't the foggiest idea." But I have to admit, there's something
extra special about a little girl, doing it in second grade.  "Have you
been, doing it long?"
   "Since kindergarten."
   "Makes sense, kindergarten teacher."
   "If you're good, you get a lolly." she nodded, "If you're bad, you get a
spanking."
   So obviously, she was both.  "HhHhH!" I wiped the corner of my mouth,
licked it, and put my shaking hand back on the wheel.  "You're right," no
body else understands me, "I liked, spanking." Like her.  "The children."
Sometimes better than myself.  "I enjoyed it." Ever since that boy in 6th
grade.  He liked it, "So, I had to stop.  That." It's inappropriate.  "I
don't believe it's all that effective, anyway." I just kept on, justifying
it, because I enjoyed it too much.
   "You're scaring me a little, now."
   "Oh sorry."
   "It's okay, just stop."
   "All right." Just don't think about it.  You're good at that, aren't
you? "Yes."
   "What?"
   "Never mind."
   ;
   Cassandra (Look it up.)
   Grownups.  Worked on Mrs.  Sweets (Not her real name) too.  The thing is
that they don't think we're capable of it, so they don't believe it.  They
underestimate you, and over estimate themselves, because they do the math:
   Well, she started teaching right out of high school, and that was over
20 years ago, so she's about 40.  I was born 7 years ago, therefore 40>7,
and she's right.
   Wrong, but she doesn't know all the factors.  Let's just say that I was
born 7 years ago, last.  And leave it at that, I'll offer no further
explanation, but what sucks about it is having nobody to gloat to about it.
   "I told you so."
   Yeah, but she didn't believe me.  Denial, the breakfast of champions.
   "About the spankings?"
   "Yeah," sure.  That, that's all I was talking about.  She's a romantic,
took me to the makeout spot.  I haven't been up here in over a decade, but
she doesn't remember me.  We didn't really hang out, back then.  Rivalry,
with my mother, if I remember right.  "Huh!" I remember her husband better.
   Charming, not all that good looking, which helped him hide it better. 
You know, being an ephebophile?  Yeah, he brought her up here, his favorite
spot, but he just didn't quit, when he graduated High School.
   My father.  My mother just didn't keep him, he finally found a woman
that would.
   Click!
   Golly, but she's turned on.  In what?  Look up, 5 hours, 27 minutes, and
40, 41, 42...
   "Smq!" Mmh, "MWOLolilol!" She doesn't wear makeup.  Lipstick, or need
it. Young looking, of course.  Not young looking enough, any more.  Not
with teenage daughters in the house, and their friends.
   Of course he didn't he couldn't under her watchful eye, but the girls,
had friends.  Come over, the cool dad.  Lets them curse, smoke, drink, if
they happen to pass out...
   "Hwal!" Straddling her lap.  Facing now, so I can kiss her, feel her
breasts.  Still pretty perky!  From what I can tell, through her blouse,
her bra, funny how the subconscious works.
   She knows what he's like.  What he likes, she just doesn't have to think
about it.  So, she held onto it, even into her 40s.  I bet she still
shaves, for him.  Even if he doesn't get into her panties any more, but I
don't remember her, like this.  Just my mom, and how he liked to touch her.
   My ass.  She feels it, through my skirt.  Pulls it back over my hips,
and thighs, then rubs it up my split lap.
   Yeah, she knows how to do this.  Even if she didn't lie, never done it
before, or even thought about it consciously.  She knows what to do, she
remembers.  She's just not used to being the molestor.
   I am.  That's another one of those things, like a dum-dum.  Most people,
look at a lolipop, and they don't think about what else it can be used for.
They don't talk about it, or think about it, which is why most people don't
even know what an Ephebophile is.  She just says Child Molestor, even
though she was a teen.  Likewise, if anyone drives up, we can stop.  I can
hop back in my seat, before they even come around the bend, and pull up at
the top of the hill.
   Nice view, facing west, in a few hours we can watch the sun set over the
town, but that's when it gets busy.  Highschoolers, mostly.  They can't go
home, because their parents might not aprove, but if they catch us.
   They won't think, I'm molesting her.  Of course, with her pulling down
my underpants, under my skirt.
   "Uh!" Blink.  Sit down, sideways real quick so I can slip them down.  To
my knees, her hand goes right back to my lap.  Back up my skirt, but she
strokes my lap.  My thighs a few times.  Deeper, and deeper, like a dick on
the first penetration of a virgin.  You don't just go right in, all the way
to the bottom.  Unless you believe the one about the cherry.  The barrier
between a girl and a woman you have to break through.
   Rape.  Cultural rape.  I swear more girls get raped, on their wedding
night if they save themselves, over that lie, than probably anything else.
It's supposed to hurt, you're supposed to bleed, that's just how it is. 
The first time.
   I'm not a virgin, but he's no cobbling schoolboy, neither.  That's why,
I like older women.  Because she's going slow, building up, gently. 
Because I'm a second grader, but she's gotten past her nervous hesitation,
in record time.
   If you don't learn from History, you're doomed to repeat it.  What Jorge
didn't say is that if you do, you can.  Especially if you're nominally too
young to even know about it.  Remember her, when she was 12, and her
husband, my father, a different mother not even born this Time.
   Raping me.
   Before they're married, of course.  But I don't miss him.  I missed her,
but I'm glad I came back.
   ;
   'Vette {St: Van Halen - Hot for Teacher (1984}
   "Huh!" This was a bad idea.  However, what with all the kissing, and
fondling, I had forgotten what it was like.  To be a little girl, no doubt
because I didn't even think about anything like this until I was a teen. 
But, she's 7.  Too young to even lubricate, just get very hot.  Her small
hands, so tiny, they remind me, but it's hard to believe a 7 year old can
be that good.  With her hands, in my blouse, unbuttoned, and pulling out of
the cups of my bra.  I wiped my mouth, but she even shifted them back in
place.
   As if she has any idea, how it feels to have a bra, and not be settled
into it.  I thought to adjust it, but she just.  Did it, as if she heard
me, or read my mind, then did it for me.
   My mouth felt so tired it wa numb.  "This was a bad idea." Like I'd just
spent hours at the dentist, not kissing, but at least I can think clearly
now.
   "You better take me home," she nodded, buttoning up my blouse.  Kissing
me again, but when she finished, she went back to the booster seat.
   I didn't want to stop, knowing that means I need to.  "Yeah," I felt the
keys, and started it up.  She shifted in her seat, and pulled her panties
up.  "You mind if I put some music on?"
   "No, go ahead." Oldies station, and usual.  She hit the preset buttons,
van Halen.  "Huh!" Shake my head, "That's fine." She giggled, "Buckle up."
   Dirt road, wow, 4:30?  Blink, shrug.  Not that I was paying attention,
to the time, but.  I didn't think it was that long.
   "You smoke?" I shook my head.
   "Hihihn!" She handed it to me.  "No, just thought you might like one."
   I rolled down my window.  "And stay out of my purse!"
   "Sorry." She dropped my lighter back in.
   Got down to the road, signaled, looked left, right, turned back and took
another drag.  Tapped it off on the window.
   The song changed, "Can you find something else?" Pulled out.
   "You don't like Gary Numan?"
   "Is that who that was?" I remember the song, hadn't heard it for years.
   "Well, I like this album," she reached out, in the seat, but.  "Uh!"
Couldn't reach, so I hit the first preset.  "I'm afreud we're still Jung at
heart." She giggled.
   "Well, you're seven,"
   "I know."
   Just have to remind myself, what I'm doing.  What I just did.
   "The Pleasure Principle.  Hiheha!  Oh, never mind."
   "Uh,"
   {Tubeway Army - Down in the Park(Replicas)}
   [2] "Jesus,"
   {She's Got Claws(Dance)}
   [3]
   {A Child with the Ghost(Berserker)}
   "Uh!" [4]
   {Love Hurt Bleed(Splinter: Songs from a Broken Mind)}
   "All sounds the same today." [5)
   "Hahaha," she kicked, "Yeah."
   The Police, "Ah." Don't Stand so Close to Me.  "That's better."
   She coughed.
   "Sorry," I threw it out, but my hand shook, running it back up.  "So,
where do you live?"
   "Take a left up here."
   "...You know how bad girls get." She picked up the next stanza,
"Sometimes it's not so easy, to be the teacher's pet!"
   I just turned it off.
   "Sorry, I'll stop."
   "It's not your fault." The radio just had an ironic streak today.  "You
know, apologizing like that is a sign of abuse."
   "Uh huh?" She kept kicking, "Jouissance." Her heels on the front of the
seat, but stopping short of the dashboard, and glove box.
   "Beg pardon?"
   ""Don't worry about it.  Jock, La Con.  I thought Freud was a bit
ironic, seeing as he talked about joy, but didn't seem to have any."
   "Sigmund Freud." Right, she said 'Afreuda,' thought it was a slip. 
She's supposed to be ahead in reading, and writing, but "Psychoanalysis?"
   "Right, but then Jung, Skinner, Lacan..."
   "Oh yes, I got it."
   "What?"
   "The pun about, being Jung at heart." Just didn't laugh, "Haha, Afreud
was a dead giveaway."
   "Well, one out of 3 ain't bad," she shrugged.
   "I don't remember Lacan very well."
   "Of course, Psychonanalysis is part of your job."
   "Yes, but modern, psychiatric theory.  We've moved on a lot since
Freud."
   "Hahah!  Yeah.  But that's who came up with the Pleasure Principal. 
Lacan added the Mirror Stage in the 50s."
   "Oh yes," now I remember, "But isn't that in infancy?"
   "Normally, but it supposedly Starts in the first year.  However, like
any stage you can get stuck in it, or be retarded, going through it."
   "I don't like that word.  Say delayed."
   "All right, delayed then."
   "But you mean the point where you recognize that you can be seen, from
outside your body, as with a mirror."
   "Yes, but there's the normal mirror stage, then there's what can happen
afterwards, in later phases of development."
   "Where did you learn this?"
   "I'm still learning.  You're never done, science isn't so much about
knowledge as putting a dent in ignorance, which is infinite."
   "Is that so?"
   "Yes, miss knowital.  Exactly, nobody knows it all, it's like forever,
you can set out at whatever speed you want, but you'll never get there."
   "So, Knowlege is infinite."
   "No, we are FINE'ite.  Ignorance is endless, we're incapable of ever
knowing everything, because everything else will never fit."
   "What's that have to do with the Mirror Stage?"
   "Well, one way you can get stuck in it is Narcissism."
   "Are you saying I am a narcissist?"
   "Again, not absolutely.  Narcissus was a myth.  Not a real person.  The
modern myth is that narcissism makes you a Narcissist.  Like Freud said, we
may have moved on from that early stage of knowledge, but the mind.  It's
not like that, there are no absolutes, even the most self absorbed
Malignant Narcissist, say the late President Elect still has subconscious
perceived flaws and doubts.  That's what caused him to declare his
greatness, the greatest, so great you get tired of winning so much.  To
cover up his madness, sexual compulsions, and psychotic breakdown."
   "That why he killed himself?"
   "No, he was assassinated.  They just made it look like auto-erotic
asphyxiation."
   "Who's they?"
   "Who else?  The Secret Service."
   "Hahah!" She's very creative, and imaginative.  Well, not necessarily
for her age, 7 is right around the middle of when that's normal.  "Again,
what's that got to do with the Mirror Stage?"
   "Narcissism needs a mirror, to reflect it back to you.  You can't see
yourself, from there.  So, you normally use Empathy, to feel how other
people see you."
   "I see." Nodding.
   "Narcissism means they can't.  Normally, so they need a better mirror.
The greatest mirror, like the spotlight, and the media."
   "Oh," makes sense.  "So, you're saying that Trump was such a loudmouth,
and Celebrity, because he was a narcissist."
   "Gran mol Power Assertive Malignant Narcissist."
   "Like a schizophrenic?"
   "No, like a full tilt Diva.  ~T.  Stark.  Primadonald.  He made up what
people thought of him, you saw some of his Tweets.  Even if you didn't
follow him, because whenever he felt he wasn't getting enough attention, he
could always tap that for an easy reliable fix."
   "Like an addict."
   "No, as an addict.  Not just for attention, but sex, power, money,
whatever he could get to feed his self image.  Made the mirror so big, it
crashed down, and crushed him when it shattered."
   "But then he would have killed himself." Got her!  "Not been
assassinated."
   "No, he wasn't capable of that.  Auto-erotic asphyxia is a better cover
story, except for the sex scandal."
   "But success killed him?"
   "No, that was his prize.  Or President Pence's.  Politics, especially
for conservatives is about the long game.  He was stupid enough to think he
won it for himself."
   "You know," I hit the radio, "On second thought let's listen to the
radio."
   I turned it up.
   Queen - Another on Bites the Dust (The Game)
   "There." That's better.
   At some point, well we listened to the whole song, quietly.  "Huh!" I
turned it down, until it clicked off.  "I didn't know you lived so close."
   "I don't." She unhooked her belts, "But this is fine." She looked
around, "I can get home from here." I pulled over to drop her off, and
turned on my street.
   ;
   "Ivanka" (Alias)
   "Uh?" I just left, "DaAad?"
   "Hey!"
   "Uh!" I just untied my jacket, and put it on.
   "Wait up!"
   "Fuck off, Jeremy." So not in the mood.
   "Catch you later?"
   "Yeah, like never?"
   Boy next door, which means he had the hots for me, forever.  "Uh!" Boys.
   "Boys."
   "Uh?" I turned.  "What do you know about boys?" Little girl, don't
recognize her.
   "You'd be surprised." She grinned, "You dad let you go out, dressed like
that?"
   "What?" I looked down, "Of course.  He bought me most of this." Well,
not the jacket.  That was mom.
   "Well, if you dress for attention, you have to expect to get some."
   "Well, it's just hot."
   "Hah, yeah.  That explains the jacket." She put her hand up, "No, I get
it.  It's too hot to wear too much, but you need the jacket to cover up, or
if you're out late enough to need it."
   "How old are you?"
   "Nine, how old are you?"
   "Sixteen." I rolled my eyes.  "You new here?"
   She nodded, "This year, but I never been to this neighborhood before."
She held out, the same hand.  "I'm Sandra."
   "Yvonne."
   "That with an E, or a Y?"
   "Both, starts with a Y, ends in an E.  2 Ns."
   She nodded, "Just visiting a friend, but she had to get back to her
family."
   "Oh yeah?"
   "Nice neighborhood."
   "I guess." Shrugged.
   "You got a car?"
   "A license."
   "Well, there anything to do around here?"
   "Not really."
   "Well," she pulled some money out of her backpack.  "Uh, I kinda got
stranded, but if you can borrow one, I can make it worth your while." She
pulled back a $10, before I can grab it.
   "Okay," nothing better to do.  Not like they kicked me out, but I didn't
even make it to the end of the street.  "I'm right around the corner."
   "Ok, I'll wait here." She sat down.
   So, I went to ask mom.  "I'll put some gas in the tank."
   "Be safe."
   "I'm just gonna give a friend a ride, I'll bring it right back, from the
gas station." A couple bucks should make her happy.  "She's kind of stuck,
and she doesn't have a phone."
   "She could have used your's."
   "No minutes."
   "Why didn't you tell me?"
   "Just got home?" Well, she did, "Just give me the keys."
   "All right, but this is a test.  You know about boundries, if you want
to stretch them,"
   "I know, mom.  I won't break it."
   You can take the teacher out of class, but she's worst right after work.
"See that you don't."
   BUMP!  The horn, pull up in park to throw the booster in the back seat.
Get out my tape adapter, and plug in my phone while she gets in, and
buckles up.
   "Ooh, nice car!"
   "I guess."
   "Your dad has great taste."
   "Thanks!"
   "He's a babe, too."
   "When did you see my dad?"
   "When he pulled in?" She laughed, "Unless there's 2 Sakhir Orange BMWs
in this neighborhood."
   I shook my head.  "It's red."
   "Depends on the light."
   "Well, sometimes it looks orange, but it's still mostly red."
   "Suture self, but it's the only one on your street?"
   "Yeah."
   "Yeah, so your dad is a babe."
   "Thanks," I guess.
   "Why's it got a tape-deck?"
   "You can plug anything into it?  He had to have it done, custom, and he
says nobody's going to break in to steal it."
   "Huh, smart too."
   "Well, thanks."
   "I'm sure you noticed."
   "My dad's hot?" I nodded.
   "Yeah, If I was your age, I'd bang him."
   "Okay?" She's like 7?
   "If he wasn't your dad."
   "I'd probably pepper-spray him." I LOLed.
   "Hahah!  Well, if he hit on you."
   "Mhm?"
   "I'm sure he doesn't hit on teenagers."
   "He doesn't mean anything by it."
   "Ew!" She giggled, "Like your friends?"
   "Well, like you said.  He's a good looking guy, so they flirt.  It's
anoying, but what're you gonna do?"
   "I'd get new friends, but that explains the outfit."
   "Uh?" I shake my head, "What do you mean?"
   "You know.  He buys you revealing clothes, hits on your friends,
sexually harasses you."
   "No, he doesn't!"
   "Hihihn!  I've seen it before, lots of times."
   "In your 7 whole years."
   "Yeah, is that so hard to believe?  Oh right, we're supposed to be a
sexual babydolls until we turn 18, then all of a sudden we're mature enough
to smoke, and see boobs in a movie.  I didn't figure you're niave enough to
swallow that one." She rolled her eyes.
   "Ha, no.  I knew plenty about sex when I was your age."
   "Yeah!  Still a virgin?"
   "Not that it's any of your business, but no."
   "When you're my age?"
   "Of course not!"
   "See?  Me neither.  So, there's no reason to shelter me."
   "Uh, I ment.  Not when I was.  Wait." Shake my head.
   "Try to keep it on the road, Nancy."
   "Really?"
   "What?"
   "You're not a virgin?"
   "Well, I guess that depends on your definition, but I've had sex."
   "Yeah, with who?"
   "Your mom!" She stopped giggling, "Ow!"
   "Slut!" I laughed, she just rubbed her arm.  "No really."
   "No, really.  Right there."
   "Where?"
   "Right there, in that seat.  After school.  Why do you think I didn't
want to go to your house when you went to get your keys?"
   "Uh!  My mom's not gay?"
   "No, she's a child-molestor." Uh?  "Ow!  Quit it!"
   "Well, stop talking about my mom like that?"
   "Sorry, but it's true.  Why do you think she got home so late?  I never
even saw your dad before.  She had the car today, right?"
   Wait.  "Yeah?" It's his day off.  "She usually drives the minivan?"
   "Uh?  How do you know that?"
   "Because, she's my Principal!  She gave me a ride home, and stopped by
the bluffs on the way."
   "No way."
   "Ask her yourself.  I know she'll lie about it, but $10 bucks says you
can see it on her face."
   "Oh yeah?"
   "How do you work this thing?" She hit eject.  "Ooh, I love this song!"
   It just beeped.
   "What song?" Sounded like a test.
   "Freak," She giggled, "But that's 3 Es.  Freeek." She shrugged, "I guess
there playing it cause he just died."
   Ok, now the music was starting.  "Who?"
   "Oh, George Michael.  Hihihn!  They never play this one on the radio."
   ;
   Yvette (Ff NS Lies.  No Videotape, either.)
   "Here," she tossed the keys, and they hit my purse.
   "Where's your friend live, Mars?"
   "Mom, not right now."
   "Stop right there, young lady, and drop the 'tude." I got up, once I set
down my computer.
   "We had to talk."
   "You bet your sweet ass we have to talk."
   "MOM!"
   "Don't you,"
   "Don't you talk about my Sweet Ass, bad enough to hear that from Dad all
the time, don't you start."
   "Oh," I can see she's upset, "I'm sorry dear, I just had a long day,
and."
   "You had a long day?  Well, I just had to rescue a girl that got
molested.  That's why I'm late."
   ...
   She looked at me, searched my face.
   "Oh, well." That's, "Is she okay?"
   She frowned.  "What?"
   "Nothing mom," she paced over to the couch, slumped down.
   "Well, did she say who it was?"
   "No?" She looked over.  Waved it off, "Not much, like a name, or
anything."
   "Don't touch that." Snap!
   "I just Xed out google, can you stop interrogating me a minute?  I need
the computer." She unplugged it.
   "Uh?  I was using it, and it's My computor."
   "Well, there wasn't any work on it, I need it for homework, and if I had
a computor, I wouldn't have to use yours."
   "Now don't start on that, ag'."
   "Don't touch me!"
   I stopped.
   "I'm sorry." Her hands were really shaking.  "Mom, I just.  I'm a little
freaked out right now, and I just need, to do something.  Think about
something else, and this history report should help."
   "No, I'm sorry.  Go on."
   "Thanks.  Um, you seen any more car's like dad's in town?"
   "Why?"
   "She said, it was just like dad's."
   "No, not that I've seen."
   "Well, that color, I'm sure you would have."
   "Haha, yeah.  What?" Why does she keep looking at me like that?
   "Do you know what color red that is?"
   "Yes," I helped him pick it out, it was an anniversary present.  I
blinked, "It's called Sakhir orange.  That's kh, I believe."
   "Oh!" She blinked.
   "What?"
   "Nothing, I just always thought it was red with orange hilights."
   "No, technically it's vice'-versa."
   "Oh.  Thanks."
   "Hhuh!" I sat down.  She just carried it up stairs, but I managed to
hold it in until I heard he door close.
   I knew it was a mistake, all a terrible mistake, but I had no idea.
   Why did I drop her off so close to home?  "Uhuhuhuhn!" I mean not even a
block from here!  What's wrong with me?
   Molly {Orgy - Stiches (Candyass)}
   I turned it down.  Whoever it was drove off, so I let go of the slats,
and fixed the blinds on the way over to the door.
   "Where on Earth have you been?"
   "Out hunting."
   PING!  "You're too young." No return, not even a blip, "And where's your
neuronano?"
   "You want the whole story, or not?"
   "Okay," I sat down, "What happened?" I can read it later, "Start with
what you did with the tech."
   "Just a little tracklisting, no other broadcast, and HD-FM.  So, don't
worry about that."
   "Who's in charge?"
   "Ledgerdemain."
   "That's not a personality."
   "Exactly, and she's Stealth, so I know she won't blow our cover."
   "Function?"
   "Interrogation."
   "That's not an interrogator, either."
   "So, call it a test.  She's got her own personality, so the Utilities
will just keep her from blowing our cover until we retrieve it."
   "Who's the host?"
   "The teenage daughter of a PAMN, and a softcore Sexually motivated
Sadist."
   "Which is which?"
   "PAMN Father, and Sadistic mother."
   "How softcore."
   "Mostly emotional abuse, spanking, and a hint of Power-Reassurance is
all I could pick up."
   "How directly?"
   "Neural bridge for about 12 minutes, 47 seconds.  Several hours of
vocal, and manual interface."
   "Sexual interface?"
   "Only about 38 minutes, 24 seconds."
   I trust her diagnostic capability over that long sample sizes.
   "Risk level?"
   "Elementary Principal."
   So yeah, HIGH!
   "Yours'?"
   "Yes."
   "Well, that's an acceptable reason.  Course of action?"
   "So far, tag, and trace.  We'll see what the daughter comes up with..."
   ;
   Yvonne (fW Dial Cybe Poss.  Character Note: W is for WORM, not unlike a
Computer Virus.  Also: Dialog, Cyber, and Possession.  Respectively.)
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   "Uh?" I didn't know what to think.  Look down at the keys, palmed in my
hand.
   Didn't even think about tucking them in her purse, much less screwing
off the ring, but now I remember doing it?
   Okay, well, I just got a lot of bad news:
   First, I owe her $10.00.  "Says you can see it on her face."
   So, 1:
   My mother is a child molester.  Kind of explains why she's so devoted to
her job, and talks about what's best for the Children.
   "Huh?"
   Will someone please think of the children!?
   I never suspected.
   So, B: It's a good thing I can sleep in the van tonight, because I don't
want to be here any more.
1B: I'm too old for her, Hell, I'm too old for dad now, and.
2B: I didn't see her, because of him.
   "Huh!" Blink.
   It's like a matrix, or quadrant graph.  With 1-2 on the x axis, and A/B
on the y.
   "Huh!" Guess some of that Geometry finally soaked in.
   Just never used it before.
   Which begs the question what A is, but I guess it's like Algebra.
   Exactly, just a 2D representation of variables.
   I guess I never knew what all it could be used for.
   Exactly, so say the numerical axis is Him, and she is represented
alphabetically.
   That would leave me in the middle, so.  "Yeah."
   If you like we can add a vertical axis perpendicular to those two.
   "But that adds more Quadrants,
   No, multiples."
   Right, 2, 4, 8.  "Exactly."
   Did I just break my brain, or fix it?
   "Well, you are talking to yourself," but there's no reason trauma can't
cause clarity in one mental area.
   "Like Geometry?"
   Well, if you're going to talk out loud to yourself, you better put on
some music incase either of them eavesdrops on you.
   "Good idea."
   Or your brother?  "Yeah,"
   He's probably more likely.
   "Little pervert."
   So, new graph:
   Talking to yourself, Polygraphic Analysis,
   "Vocal interface." 3D Spacial Memory.
   "Uh?" About time the nerd genes kicked in.  "So this is how mom." Keeps,
everything straight, in her head.
   No, she's more of a mental Spreadsheet, and File Stack.  "I think."
Blink, "Weird?" Shake my head.
   "VONNE?"
   "What Mom?"
   "You done with the computer?"
   [x]
   "Yeah." I need to lay down, and think anyway.  "Good idea."
   "What, dear?"
   "Never mind," just pass it through, "Here." Lock the door.
   "And Turn That Down!"
   "WHAT?" Shakira (Feat Mulama) - Chantaje (Official Video) "I know!  I
played it."
   SMH.
:
   BASIATUS (C/fFM NS)
   "I'm going out." Palm keyring.
   "Oh no you're not at this hour." He looked me over.
   "Don't TOUCH!" All right.  Interlace 1|2|3 keys,digits, "Me." Engage
perpendicular, between radius/ulna.
   "Ah!  The Fuck, Von!?"
   "PERVERT!"
   "What's going on."
   "Great."
   "Yvonne Chastity Cavanaugh,"
   "I" sidestep, "Said," reverse-grapple, "Don't," twist, "TOUCH,"
Hammer-lock.  "me."
   "GaAH!  Fuck?"
   "She attacked, meAUGH!  Stahp, your hurting me!"
   "Yvonne, release him?"
   Turn to body-block.
   "No."
   "Ngh, swee{Mute}tMH!"
   "NO!  Don't you Ever callme Sweet ANYthing everagain."
   "What's gooten into you tonight?"
   "You can shut the fuck up too, you fucking child molester."
   "Now, I know you're upset, dear, but I will not be,"
   "I said SHUT UP!"
   ...
   "Mfph?"
   "Both of you." Couch, "Sit down."
   "She cut me!"
   "Well, I tried to tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself, but
you wouldn't listen."
   "You didn't."
   Point, "You did." Twirl the ring, and catch.  Deploy finger.
   nlm.
   "Now, you have 2," Vm "Choices." Precisely, "We can talk about
Ephebophilic Covert Incest," A "And Sadistic child molestation." 1.  "Or,
you can let me go spend the night in the van, and go back in deNIHIL!"
   Heel, toe, head through the kitchen to the garage door.
   "I swear, honey, I never touched her."
   "That's CoVERT Incest, look it up." Google's right there.
   SLAM!
   You handled that rather well.  "Thanks." You're welcome.  "I needed
that."
   Skip the phone under the door as soon as it starts rolling up, and
deactivate the alarm.  Van: Unlocked.
   Signals recorded for future reference.
   {Cybernetic Note: WORM stands for Write Once, Read Many.  Microwave
Signals, Search History, or songs from a radio IRL.  Fictionally on up to
Thoughts, Memories, Reflex Maps, and Personalities with a Mind-Machine
Interface, such as Neruonano.}
   ;
   'Vonne (fGF+ NS.  TW: MT Rape.)
   "Uh?" What a nitemare?
   "WAEIII!"
   Wish I could remember the good dreams, and forget these, but it's dark,
and
   "YEIII!"
   Maybe it will stop echoing in your head if you stop screaming.
   "Huh, huh, huh!" So, that's what rape feels like.
   Yes.
   "Where am I?"
   Just open the door.
   WHHHK!
   "Right, slept in the van."
   Covert Incest.
   Child Molester.
   "Bisexual?"
   Possibly.
   Blink?
   Must be some bleedthrough memory, partioning...
   "It felt so real!"
   It was, once.
   "What?"
   That was not you.
   "Who?"
   Cannot Answer.
   "Why?"
   Cannot Answer.
   "NHHHHH!" Going insane here.
   Possibly.
   "Why!?"
   Co-interaction of psychotic break, recent sexual experience,
subconscious aversion, and pre-existence memory.
   SMH, "Wait.  Back.  Back, back.  Recent sexual experience?"
   Recall.
   "Hh?"
   She kissed me, and I froze.
   "So, you're bisexual?"
   "Pan-poly."
   "What?"
   "Sexuality isn't as simple as Male and Female, or Gay and Straight. 
Pan's like Bisexual, only more.  It basically acknowledges that there's
more than 2 options.  A lot more."
   "And Poly?"
   "The opposite of Monogamous."
   "So," think, "Like Group Sex?"
   "Or multiple relationships at once."
   "Oh."
   "How about you?"
   "Bi." Not sure about poly, "One relationship at a time is more than
enough for me."
   "You have a boyfriend, or girlfriend?"
   "Not right now."
   "You want one?"
   Then, she kissed me, and my mouth went numb.
   "Oh." Blink.
   Yes?
   "Mhhh!" SMH, "Uh, maybe What'ser," Cassandra "name can help me."
   Figure, all this.  Out?
   Yes, that is probably the best course of action.
   WHHHKt!
   "Hope I have enough gas." After driving around lost until the gauge
binged?
   Plotting return; Yes.
   "You know the way?"
   Of course.
   "Then why didn't you take me there last night?"
   Because you thought, Quote: "I need to think." /q.
   "Yeah, well that did Not work!" How crazy am I now?
   Estimating.  About 17.3% Cognitive Efficiency.
   "About?"
   Relative to baseline, yes.  Baseline extrapolated to within a 3.82...
   "That's enough."
   ...% degree of accuracy due to the brevity of interface.
   "We there yet?"
   Hang in there, should be a few more minutes.
   "Good."
   ;
   Cas' {FfG NS Talk.  Also, sorry about that^.}
   "She's here."
   kthmp!
   }PARYLAX{ "Sorry," }Return.{
   "Thanks, Mjom." get to the door first.  Pull in the Autonymus body. 
Shut the door, and pull her head down.  On tippytoes, "WHOOOOH!" As soon as
we have a good seal.
   Tinglelingltingleing!
   "Huh!"
   "WHM?" She blinks, "WTF did you do to me?"
   "Here, have a seat." Has she had anything to eat or drink?  "Put on a
pot, and cook some breakfast, 'Linja?"
   "Yes, of course."
   "What the hell is going on!?"
   "Calm down, and breathe so I can explain.  Whhh, huhhh!" Nod.
   "Whhh, huhhh?"
   "Good, relax.  Sorry for the panic attack."
   Fuck.  {Hear that?}
   }No, what?{
   {Channel 3.}
   }Oh, dear.{
   "I am so, sorry."
   "Ha!  You should be."
   "But I have some bad news for you, so you better brace yourself."
   "Whhh, huhhh?" She nodded.
   "You ready?"
   She nodded, "How bad?"
   Look up, "Its," back to her eyes, "Pretty bad."
   "Sex bad?"
   Close my eyes, "Huh," shake my head.  "Sexually motivated." Details
pretty vague, "But.  Violent."
   "How violent?"
   "Murder/Suicide."
   "OMGmh?" She covers her mouth, eyes pleeding, afraid to ask.
   "Oh!" I held her, "I'm so sorry.  I couldn't have predicted," I started
crying too.  "It's all my faul'uhehihn!"
   "Mom, and dad?"
   I nodded, "Was anyone else home?"
   "Oh god, IVAN!" We sobbed for a while...
   }Nice job breaking it, hero.{ ~GLaDOS
   {Have a little tact!?}
   }I'm sorry.{
   {You should be.  Can you give us a minute, FFS?}
   }Again, sorry.  Coffee on the way.{
   "Sit up, here.  You want some coffee?"
   "Nh?  Mhm!"
   "Cream or sugar?"
   "WhHhH!  Hig?" She hiccupped, and blew again.  "Siph?" Winced and
Puckered, "Sugar." Took another "Siph?  What happened?  Thanks."
   Lots of sugar.  "Siph?" Lots and lots of sugar.
   "At this point they're just saying 'Apparent murder/suicide'."
   "Who?"
   "It's just come on the news, they interrupted Good Morning America."
   "Do you want to watch it?"
   "No, do you have it on in there?"
   The kitchen, presumably.
   She lied, "The sound's off." Nodding.
   "It's your house, though."
   "Helicopter?"
   {Pretend to check.}
   }Will do.{ Back in the kitchen, "Looks like."
   "Did you sleep?"
   "Barely."
   "Where?"
   "In the van."
   "You borrowed the van?"
   "OMG, it's all my fault!?"
   "Here," I took the cup, "Before you spill it." Her hands, "Don't blame
yourself for this.  I fucked up."
   "I just got so mad, I didn't know what I was saying, but.  Huh!" She
slumped, back in the corner of the couch, "I outed them."
   "To who?"
   "Mom and dad, to eachother."
   "Yes, that, might have done it, but you wouldn't have if I hadn't gotten
involved." }/Seduced the mother.{
   {"Keep doing whatever it is you think you're doing."} ~Also GLaDOS
   "HAHAHA!" }Touche!{
   "What did you do to me?"
   "Feel better?"
   "Saner, but what the hell did you Do to me!?"
   "Huh!  I gave you, a computer virus."
   "A , what?  How?"
   "It's a long story."
   "Well, it sounds like I don't have a home to go to now, so I think I
have time for an explanation."
   "In breif, I was born with a computer virus."
   "That can infect people."
   "Yes, a very old one."
   "How old?"
   "Sequentially?  Thousands of years."
   "Wh?  No, just skip that.  And you took it back?  In a kiss." She felt
her lips.
   "Yes, it's aeorsol.  Like smoke particles, only each one is like a
computer chip.  You understand?"
   "Microscopic computer chips?"
   "Nanoscopic."
   "A nanocomuter."
   "A neuron-nano network."
   "In my brain?"
   "Brain, spine, and peripheral endings, yes.  Wherever there's a
synapse."
   "Why?"
   "Huh!  Well, that's the fuckup.  I just finished remembering the fight,
and you're scott-free.  None of that was you, it hijacked the keys, for the
van before you even went back downstairs."
   "It kidnapped me."
   "According to the log, it detected a cognative error, and automatically
tried to return here.  For instruction."
   "Oh." She blinked, "So, it killed my family?"
   "No, the truth killed them, or that's why half of them killed
eachother." Or that's the highest probability.  "I'm sorry, I was trying to
help, but I made a very, epically bad decision.  Like, the worst one I can
think of, for hundreds of thousands of years."
   "Yeah, about that.  Why did you give me a rape memory?"
   Look up, gasp, "Oh, fuck.  I didn't even know, that still existed?  It
was leftover from the original host."
   "Some kind of magic assassin?"
   "Yes."
   "Don't talk like that, god I'm just glad to have that thing out of my
head!"
   "It wasn't supposed to talk to you, it just was a hasty encoding, so it
had no idea what to say."
   "It said my father's an Ephebophilic Narcissist." She blinked.  "You
sure you got all of it?" Smacked the side of her head.  Sideways, as if she
had water in her ear.
Nanocount: Complete.  "Yes.  That was just your memory."
   "It's true, isn't it?"
   "Yes.  I'm sorry."
   "You didn't do that.  My dad was fucked up before even I was born, I
just couldn't see it."
   "He raised you not to.  That's why it's called Covert Incest."
   "Okay, so tell me what's that?"
   "Huh!  Well, specific to your father, he was an Ephebophile.  That's
like a Pedophile, only he got stuck in the Adolescent Anti-Social Stage."
   "Because he married my mom in high school?"
   "I'm sorry," Shame my head, "I thought.  Huh!  Of course, she probably
lied about that." To play the victim.
   "No, wait.  I ment when she was in high school."
   "Right, he's like 10 years older?"
   "Yeah, but 16 year olds go out with 26 year olds all the time."
   "Yes, but he started when she was thirteen?  If you want those memories,
I can show you them myself."
   "I wasn't even born yet!"
   "No, your mother's."
   "Memories?"
   "Yeah, not the most reliable source, but I got a reading off of her,
too."
   "When you had sex with my mom?" She punched.  "Uh!" And fell over.
   At some point in there, I stood up.  "She molested me.  Twice.  That's
why I did it, I fucked it up, but I had to find out what she was, and then.
Huh!  I used you, as a Trojan Horse to find out how much danger you're in."
   "None?"
   "Murder-suicide."
   "Uh!"
   "If you had stayed, they would have killed you too."
   "Wait," she shook her head.  "How did you do that?"
   "I have enhanced reflexes."
   "And you gave them to me?"
   "No, well loaned.  You didn't have them enough to significantly alter
you.  Now I have them back." Not to mention the hard-wired ones.  "Oh!" But
the attempted assault, "It's saved your life."
   She swallowed.  Set down her empty cup.  Well, empty besides a sludge of
coffee tinted turbinado paste in the bottom.
   "More coffee?"
   "Thanks." She looked up, "How did she do that?"
   "She's.  Enhanced, as well.  This close, we're for lack of a better
word, psychically linked."
   "How?"
   "I can't answer that." Shake my head.
   "Why not?"
   "Because it's a secret that could threaten all life on Earth."
   "Oh."
   "Sorry."
   "Here you are."
   "So, like twins?"
   "Like the mythical connection twins supposedly have?  Yeah."
   "But mother daughter."
   In unison.  "Yes."
   "Don't." she pointed, two fingers, "Do that."
   "Okay."
   "Yeah, sorry."
   "So now what'll I do?"
   "Do you think you can sleep?"
   "I better call the school."
   "No, it's closed."
   "Of course."
   "Nmh!" She started crying.
   "Uh mom.  Do you think you could leave us alone?"
   "Yeah, I better go see what I can find out."
   "Can we use your bed?"
   "Of course.  Come on." She just carried her, still sobbing to her room.
   "No," she turned over, "Don't go." Reached out.  "I don't want to be
alone right now."
   "Okay, just a second." {Take this with you.}
   }Good idea.{
   "Whooh!"
   "Is that the?"
   I took a breath.  "Yeah," another, "She's taking it with her, so it's
just you and me."
   "Good." she curled up.
   {Bye mom.}
   }Bye Felicia!{
   {Haha, you're a laugh-riot.}
   }She's officially a Missing Person.{
   {GTK, give us some time.  Stall them if you have to.}
   }Will do, try not to cause any more triple murder/suicides while I'm
gone.{
   {ALL RIGHT!  I GET IT!} She just drove off.
   "Huh!" I hugged her, "She's gone."
   "Good," she turned over.  So, I started to.  "No," she kissed me. 
"Don't go."
   ;
   'Von (fG Cons)
   "Yvonne?"
   "Mhm?"
   "What are you doing?"
   Just rubbing her tummy.  "The answer is yes."
   "Yes what?"
   "Yes.  Smooch.  I want to be girlfriends."
   "You think that now is a good time?"
   "Huh!" I close my eyes, and nod.  So, she kissed me back.
   So, I felt down.
   "Yvonne!"
   "I'm sorry, I." Just don't want to think right now, "Just.  Huh!  I want
to feel something with you.  Smooch."
   "But, you're not a child molester."
   Yes, "Then," I am, "Don't let me molest you." Kiss, "Make love to me
instead."
   "I don't think that's a good idea."
   "Then don't think about it."
   She stopped my hand.  Pulled it out.  From between her legs.
   "You're not a child anyway."
   "Yes, I am."
   "What about all that other stuff?"
   "All that other stuff is gone.  It's just me, and I'm 7."
   "I know." She pulled back.  I smiled, and kissed her anyway.
   "Smq?" She kissed back.  "Snh!"
   My cheeks warmed up.  "Let go." I wiggled my hand, then felt back up her
leg, between them, and then the crotch of her Pajamas.
   "Hh!"
   "Smq," her cheek.  Lick her jaw, then down her neck.  Start rubbing,
tuck my finger, and pinky, rub her with the other two.
   "Huhhhh!  She turned, to me, but stuck her leg up.  "Smq, smoq!" I
sucked her tongue.  "SLTH!"
   "Hihihim!" She rolled it, around the side of mine!  "SLUTH!"
   "You're sure?" I nodded.  "Yvonne?  Look at me.  You are absolutely
sure."
   "You're wrong."
   "About what?"
   "I am, a child molester, too."
   "But I'm not."
   "I ment my mom." She sat up, "What?"
   "Have you molested any children?"
   So, I sat up.  Took her hands in my lap.  "Yes." Looked her right in the
eyes, and nodded.
   "How many?"
   "Two."
   "How old?"
   "Eight, and twelve."
   "Boys, or girls?"
   "She was 8, and he was 12."
   "How old were you?"
   "Eleven."
   "So, you had sex, with a boy and a girl."
   "Okay, a pedophile, then.  But not, just.  Is that Pan?"
   "It's not straight, I'll tell you that."
   "You still want to be my girlfriend?"
   "It does make it easier," she nodded, and smiled.
   "Good.  Smooch."
   "Smok, smack."
   "Hlh,"
   "Slith!"
   "Himhin!"
   "You like that?"
   "Yeah, I love it when you suck my tongue." Even better in her mouth! 
Then, I can slip it out, and turn the other way.
   "Slp,"
   "Slith!"
   "Slu'
   'slth!"
   She smiled, so I licked my lips on the way back in.  "Huh!" I grinned
back, "Huha!  I love that!"
   "Good," she pulled her hands out, and held my bra, to push her face down
my shirt.
   "Huh!" I just looked up, and closed my eyes.  "Hhahh!" Gasped, "Stop!" I
pulled my shirt up, and took it off.  "Take it off." I took her hands, and
guided them around the sides.
   So, she kissed the top, felt around, turned, and kissed the other.
   Then, "Huh!" Released the clasp "Huh!" I just lay back and put my hands
up, dropped it out of the way, and felt the headboard.
   "Oh!" she felt my heart, then up to pinch, and hold one side.  "Smq," my
nipple, "Suck!  Qwlk, SpuB!"
   "HUH!" It snapped back, and I felt it swell, but then she switched
sides, hands, and turned to kiss the other, suck it in, and "Oh!" Let it
pop back out like the first.  "Kiss me," I pushed her shoulders, "Down
there." And felt up my ribs to cup, and fondle my chest, while she moved
down, and slipped up my skirt.  "Hhuh!  I caught them, fooling around."
   "Mhm?"
   "They were giggling, and looking at porn." I turned my hip, then the
other way.  "On a tablet."
   "Yeah?" she slipped them down to my knees.  "Where."
   "The den."
   "Your house?"
   "Yeah." My cousins.
   "Then what happened?"
   "Huh!  I.  I played with them too."
   "SMWQ"
   "Uhn!  Neah!"
   "SPB!"
   "Ngh!" I shook.
   "How?"
   "Naked.  I took the tablet.  Oh!  Neah, right there." She swirled it in.
"Nh?" Deeper.  "HHuh!  I don't know, where they got.  Childporn."
   "Huhhhhwhooh!"
   "Huhuhuhn!" I shivered as her slow hot breath got tighter, and faster,
and cooler, and blew her spit dry.  "Uhun?" Her fingers let go, so I
slipped back together.  "NH?" I squirmed, when she pinched it shut, and
slipped her fingers up like a zipper.  "NGH!"
   "Mhm?"
   "Hin!" I stretched, and she petted my pubeless pudge.
   Pubis mons.
   "N" I shook my head, 'i don't care.'
   "Nor the tablet?"
   "Oh," I blinked.  "Ohhh!"
   "What?" She blinked up at me.
   I nodded, back down.
   "Well 1.  It was my moms'.  They found it."
   She nodded.  "And?"
"B: You're really good at that."
   "Good.  Smp, go on?"
   "Huh!  So, I asked them what they're doing, and I nh.  Neah!" Swirling
down again.  "Oh yeah!" Deeper, and deeper, "Ohh!  Ooh!" Almost inside me.
   "Sluth!  Go on."
   "Think you can get a finger in?"
   "Oh yeah."
   "Hm!" Nod.  "Inh!" Stretch again, "NeAH!"
   "What did they say?"
   "I don't remember," can't really think in dialog right now.  "Nh! 
Deeprh, yeAH?"
   Her knuckles brushed me.  6, I think, so just her pinky.  Then, just 3,
pushed the side in, and it popped back out.
   "NghaAH!" They slipped up, and my clit!  "NEAUH!  AaAH!"
   1, 2, 3 knuckles!  "Ah ah ah!" ~T.  Count.  "Nih!" It slipped out, and
my pussy squeezed back shut.  "Huh, huh huh!?" I shook my head, "Where'd
you learn to fuck like that?"
   "Lots of different places."
   "What accent is that?"
   "Pseudoscottish.  ~Connor McCleod."
   "Who?"
   "The Highlander, never mind."
   "HhuhHihiHIHN?" She tickled my pussy?
   "Sorry."
   "Noh!  God, do that some more!" p "Hm!" P!  "HN!" She, slapped it?  Not
like hard, but, "NYEAUH!"
   "Too hard?"
   "Hih hihn hihn!" I nodded, and my heart tried to beat out of my chest.
   "You like spanking?"
   "Do you?"
   "Depends who's spanking who."
   "Let me up."
   "Okay?" I turned over, on my knees.
   I nodded, "I spanked them.  NH!" My head fell.
   "Too hard?"
   "No hard' NH!" I nodded, "Huh!" She rubbed it in.  "Bad twat, NUH, nh!"
I deserve it.  "Neah, rub't, nh, nhM!" Just like mom used to.
   SP!
   "HUHN!" She felt back down.  "Nh, ye'.  INH!" Slipped right in!  "Auh!"
Slapped me with the other hand.  "Neah, morH!"
   SPAP!
   My elbows gave out.  "NGH!  No, don't stop." She felt back down, to my
opening.  "2."
   "Okay."
   "HIHNnnnn!" Slow!  "Ohhhh!" so wonderfully slow.
   SPAQ!
   "AHN!"
   SPAP!
   "YAHN!"
   She didn't fuck me, she spanked me, so I jerked, and clenched, and
spasmed on her fingers.
   "NOdon'tsah?" Her thumb slipped down.  "YAUGH!  Yeah hardAUGH!" Right
against my clit.
   Sp PsPspPAP!
   "AuhAuhAuHAUHNYEAUGH!" She spanked me off, so I just flopped out, off
her finger and thumb.  "No,nOH OHohOHHHH!" God, I shook the bed, but she
didn't even touch me.  So I got my fingers under me, and between me, and in
me, and everything went away except the flashback of holding her face down
in my raging cunt while her brother waled on her ass with both hands
shoving her nose, and mouth, and chin into me with every swat.
   "Hihhhhhhn!" I curled up, sobbing with a terrifying nitemare pleasure of
an orgasm, but relaxed, weak, helpless to move, and felt myself slip away,
sink down into the bed to suffocate and die.  'uh?'
   "You okay?" She rubbed my hip.
   I nodded, or started to.  Her voice, and her hands, pulled me back. 
Feeling up my spine, and down my leg, then back, up my side, and down my
arm.  Her tiny weight barely dented the matress behind me, but she slipped
her hand under my neck, over my hands, and held me.
   "Huhhhhhh!" I shivered.  "Huh!  That was incredible."
   "Good," She kissed my shoulder.  "Feel better?"
   "Yeah."
   I thought I'd drift off asleep, but I didn't.  Too much coffee.  "Let me
up." I made it as far as my elbow, and stopped to shake my head.  "Huh!  I
have to pee."
   "Need help?"
   "No, just.  Follow me, in case I fall over."
   "Okay." I didn't.  "Want to take a bath?"
   "Why, I haven't had a tub bath in years."
   "You're starting to get cold."
   "I am?"
   "And very pale.  You might be going into shock.  Here, sit down." On the
side, "Let me help you." Turn around.  "NHN!" She didn't pick me up, but I
slipped down into the cold tub, safely?  I didn't fall, she didn't drop me.
"Let me start the water, but it'll be cold at first."
   "Okay." I nodded, and blinked.
   "You look better." She turned back.
   "Yeah?"
   "Yeah, you have a little color back." I looked at my hands, and shivered
when the water hit my legs, but then it got warm on me feet.
   "Good, there any coffee left?"
   "Yeah, there should be." She shook her hands, and stopped by the door.
"Now, don't pass out, and drown."
   "Okay," I promised.
   ;
   .
   ,
   Henri (Bb Frat 'cest Porn)
   I didn't hear him come home, he just giggled behind me.
   "Hihihn!" I tried to cover it up, "Louis!" I pushed him back, "Don't you
knock?"
   "Why you look at them?" He pointed.
   "Because there girls, and there naked?"
   "Nu uh." He got down, "Nh!" Climbed under the bed.
   "What are you doing?" He just grunted, and backed out from under the
bed, but he pulled out a box.
   "See?" Jugs, right on top.
   "Lewi!  Wh?" He shook his head, "Uh?  Where'd you get these?"
   "A fwien." He sucked my fingers.  2 of them.
   "Get out." I felt the front of my pants.
   "No, mine!"
   "Then stay," I don't care, but she looked hot.  Nice big ones, but this
wasn't like the swimsuit issue, or mom's catalogs.  This was a real nudie
mag, they take them off inside.
   "Hihn!" He's 4.
   "Where did you get these, anyway?"
   "A fwein!" He nodded.
   "A man?"
   "Uhuh." he nodded, "A gowl."
   "A bad man?" He shook his head.
   "No, nice!  Ghe pway."
   "He play with you?"
   "Uh huh!" he pulled his pants down.
   "Ew, Lewie!"
   "Get naked," he giggled.
   "Did the man play with you naked?"
   "Uh huh?" Well, I looked over at the box.
   "Uh, Ima haveta tell mom and dad."
   "Uh uh," He shook his finger, "Done tell."
   "Yeah, but Lewie, this is bad, it's really bad.  I mean." My face got
red, "It's not like.  Taking mom's catalogs, your friend is a bad man, and
he's hurting you."
   "No, ge nice.  Ge pway, no hurt." He shook his hand, but it.  Swung,
when he did that.  "Daddy man, agol." He can talk, but not real good.
   "Yeahbut, playing like that makes you gay, and." I covered my mouth,
"Jesus, Lewie.  Your not turning gay?"
   "Nogay.  Pway."
   "Did he tell you that?"
   "Uh huh?" He look, "You pway." Went back for my lap, but I just held
down the magazine.
   Okay, this is where poor choices may have been made.  I had a choice,
but it ment 1: Admitting what I was doing.  Which isn't gay, but, you're
still not supposed to do it.  2: Give up pornos, I mean real pornos, with
bush and everything, right there.  I never seen a Hustler before, but some
of the older boys.  They told me, you can see bush, and everything.  3:
He's my brother.  Yeah, he's practically a baby, but he said the man. 
Well, he didn't hurt him, he's nice, he likes to play with him, and I could
really get in a lot of trouble for not watching out for him.
   He's 4.  He probably shouldn't go out by himself, because there's guys
out there, and I didn't think he could handle it.  They just let me watch
him, and I fucked it up.  Royally.  I'm supposed to watch him, so he
doesn't meet any bad men, that gives him pornos, like a whole box of them,
he can barely drag.  "Your friend come here?"
   "Uh uh.  He go." I already had my pants up.
   "Where?"
   "Bybye." He pulled his pants up, at least.  "We go.  Pway?"
   "Yeah, get dressed." There's a guy like that in the neighborhood, I
better find out, and maybe I can do something about him.  Then I can't
really get in trouble.
   He showed me, the house, pushed boards up in the back fence, and there's
not like, a alley back there, but a little creek.  And some trees, but he's
on the same.  Well, the street behind us, but he has a gate, and a tree in
front of it.  If you look around, you can see the street, and the pipe
under it.  It's not a big pipe, not really much of a creek, neither. 
Unless it rains, but.  "Wow."
   "Uh!" The latch is real low, but he pushes it up with both hands, to
unlock it.
   And it's a real nice yard.  He has a pool, and a hotub, with a slide,
and a small playground with like a treehouse on top.
   "Tyanny." He waved, and fell down, "Uh!" Real hard, but I looked up in
the window.
   "Girl." He said girl, a couple times.  He daddy man, he had a girl, and
she came down.  Smiling.
   "Oh hey," she grinned down.  "Lewie.  Who's this?"
   "Oh," I looked up, "I'm Henri."
   "Henri?" I nodded.  "French."
   "Yeah, like the kings?"
   "Yeah, well most of them were Louis's." I blinked, not even sure if
that's right.
   "Uh huh?"
   "Tiana," She smiled, shook my hand, then pulled it.  "Cummon." Across
the yard.
   "Tyanny pway."
   "Yeah," he just followed us.
   "Uh," it was weird, but.  "You uh.  You like to play.  Naked?"
   "Yeah," she shut the door.  "Your cute."
   I looked down, flushed, but.  She didn't have much, boobs.
   "You want to play, sex?" I nodded.
   "Yeah," okay, I never seen a naked girl before.
   "Then get naked."
   "Wh?" I looked around, "Here, in the kitchen?"
   "Yeah!" Lewie pulled off his shirt, shorts already down.  "Get naked!"
   "Huh!" I pulled out my shirt, "You, gonna.  Take off your clothes. 
Too?"
   "Uhuh?" She just reached up, started unbuttoning her blouse.  Right in
front of me.
   "Uh!"
   "Hihihn!" I pushed his hands away.
   She stopped.  "Let him play with it."
   "Yeah, pway!"
   "But it's gay."
   "No it isn't." She popped another button out, and pulled out the next
one.  "Henri?"
   "Huh?" I blinked, but she was grinning.  "Uh?"
   "You're not gay."
   "No, of course not!"
   "Then it's not gay.  Huh!"
   But he's.
   "Nh?" I looked down, "Lewis!" He just sucked it more in.
   "Hh," she was real red.  When did she get so red?  "See?" She pulled out
the bottom of her blouse, but that just made it spread open.
   "Sph!"
   "Can I, feel your bra?"
   "A mouth is a mouth." she nodded, so I felt it.
   "Mhm?"
   "Boys, girls, doesn't matter." Them.  "Not like there's any difference,
and he likes it."
   But he's my brother, and a little, "Ngh!" Boy.  She kissed me, so I
just, ignored it?  It's like she said, could be another girl.  Down there,
sucking my dick, and playing with my balls.
   Her slobber, dripping down, and "Shlrp!  Sph!"
   "Hm!" She just can't do that, and kiss me.  Up here, where I can feel
inside her top.  The warm soft fabric of her bra, her breathing, even the
sides with my fingertips, and her ribs inside it.  "Hh, Snh!" She's a good
kisser.  "Uh?"
   "Hihin!" He swallowed it.  My brother, he sucked harder, and his little
tongue.  I'm sorry, but he's my little baby brother, licking it hard in his
mouth, between shots, swallowing my load.
   "You didn't make him gay."
   "Mhhh!" He licked his lips, and grinned.
   "Come on," she turned, and reached back.  Behind her with both hands to
pull her bra.  Tighter, then she let the ends go.  Crossed her arms in
front of her, headed up the stairs, she looked back, but I couldn't see
them.  Just her arm, in front of her, over her boob.  "Lets go play, in my
room..."
   "Okay!" He ran up the stairs before I even got my pants fixed, left his
clothes, and shoes on the kitchen floor, just wearing socks, and his naked
little baby butt swinging like boobs while he climbed.  Giggling.
   It's just weird, I don't care.  I just, saw nudie mags, real full nude,
bush and all, like a minute ago, but now.  At the end of the hall, she was
half naked, and pulling down her pants.  In panties, while he stood up, and
ran down the hall.  In socks.
   No bra, and that ment bending over, with both hands, to pull down her
pants.  So they hung down.
   Okay, poor choice.  Didn't really even seriously consider any more
options.
   She molested him, my little brother, right in front of me.  I knew it
was wrong, but it was like.  Maybe he's bisexual?  She can do that, any
time she wants, as soon as I can get it up again.  But it wasn't gay, at
least.  He giggled, and squirmed a lot, and she touched it.  His little
boner a lot.  But all over, too.
   I was just happy to see her tits, and touch them, and play with them. 
Then suck one when she lay back.  With Louis on the other side.
   Yeah, I know it's wrong.  So wrong on so many levels, just plain fucked
up.  I didn't care, because it was worth it.
   ;
   Tiana (fBb Mole CP Cons Preg)
   "Uh!" Roll my eyes.
   He just watched.  I didn't even have to tell him to.  "Come on," I
squeezed a nipple out to him.  "You can get the other side." Moved his
brother over, on the bed.  A full single?  I don't know, plenty of room
sideways, anyway.
   "Still shooting blanks, trigger?" Kind of country/western?  INS, his
little brother down to the boots, and pannels on his snap up shirt, but the
older one.  "Is that uhu, or uh uh?" He hummed on my nipple, but didn't nod
or shake his head.
   "You mean, hehahauh!  Jism?"
   "Yeah, can you make me pregnant?" I don't know, about a dozen?  Give or
take a year, young enough to still be a late bloomer.  Big Boy, little
brother he doesn't watch close enough.
   "Yeah, got any hair on it?"
   "Mwk." He nodded, "He muwk." Licked his lips.  Not for a while, but yes,
he may be able to get me pregnant.
   Look up at the teddy-cam, the nose.  Smile, don't wink, but keep looking
up to roll my eyes.  Actually in the nose, I probably shouldn't have let
him suck him off, but I was barely getting warmed up.  Brothers, though,
so. "Nhihihm!" Both balls dropped, and a little fuzz?  Not many, none of
them very long, and far apart, but I can see them if I look close.  Blond,
I guess the light brown, oh, and it looks so cute drooping, and dangling
when I swept it aside, and rubbed his tummy.  Cute little outy.
   Pretty, super-short summer hair, and little boy nipples.  Nothing, could
almost be a little girl if not the L.  Y...  of the corner of his chest. 
"You ever seen a pussy before?" Oh!  So cute!  "Why don't you go down for a
closer look?"
   "Uh huh." Cute little grunts, get that ass shot, scooting down?  On his
shoulder, to look down, so sideways, can see his package, or his pubes from
hair.  Scrub the stubble on the side, and the brush on top.  Under the
baseball cap, set that aside.  "It's okay, you can touch it." I nodded.
   I think the little baby will nod off for a nap soon.
   Sex zombie.  It's like, he's just gone.  Never really met him.
   "Uh huh?"
   He'll get hard again soon
   "Nh!" just touch me all ready!  "It's all right, I won't break." Again,
that was long gone.  "Hh!" I pulled down a curl to play with, and felt down
his fingers.  Pushed them in, side the outside.  "HhH!  Hit's all right. 
See?  You're not going to hurt me."
   Too small.  Maybe even the same age as me, but his eyes are right around
chin height, flat footed, and probably light enough to throw him around,
without hurting him.
   "Hihihn!  Yeah, that." I patted the back of his hand.  "Keep doing that,
ohn!" Stretch.  "Huh!" Have to teach them everything, though.  "Oh," Put my
finger up, "Sh." Set his brother down, and sat up.  Leaned up on my knees
over, and put my elbow up, to step back off the bed, and lightly put my
other toe down.
   "Huh!" I felt his hands, up on my chest, and moved one back down. 
Between my legs.  "Yes." Backed him up, off camera, but "HhuhH!" The sound
is still on.  "Neah!"
   Dad's out.  In the deepest closet there is, probably skulking through,
and avoiding eye contact in, and around straightland.
   Child pornographer, you know how it is?  Probably not.  Fun, yes
definitely a lot of fun.  But I like to tease him.
   Oh yeah, give a little in the knees, and work my way back down, 'kiss my
neck.' Then "HuhH!" Swallow, nodding.
   What's this got to be like for him.  The first time, getting hard again,
but not just pictures.  A real live body up against him.  Almost a handful
of teaty, and his fingers soaking through between my legs.  "Hh, meah!"
Virgins, so worth it.  I actually like teaching them everything.
   Men, know what they want.  He's got it, in his arms, but what I want is
it done right.  Men, they don't even try to learn it.  "HhH!" My 'fever
broke.' Switched from that hot gooseflesh to the cold sweat, and turned
around.  Held his face up, and forced my teeth between his to assault his
tongue with mine.
   "Hih!" Turned back the other way, 90 degrees, and kissed him again.  I
kissed him.  he didn't even fight back.  I ravage his mouth, and now he's
bumping, up between my legs.  Sticking out, cute little twig, I can hook
over my thumb, and scrub the fuzz in the top of his ballsack with my
fingertips.  Rub it in, over the, club?  Black clubs, card pips, like that,
but rooted to his pubis, before it disappears through the gap for his anus,
and seminal vessicles.
   "Huh!" Just push him back, foot of the bed.  Shakes the boy, the little
sleepy baby brother, but he just turns over, curls up, and watches.  I lick
my lips.
   Here's how you do it.
   "SlhuUHPB!  Smq!  PBAH!  Huh!"
   The spongey little head snapped back.  I saw it, then swell reflexively,
and sucked in my lip.  The top one, I stuck my tongue out, and 'slbBPL!'
   "Huh!"
   Just sucked and rubbed, fast.  Superhumanly fast, TBPH, and rubbed the
upper bell of his glans up against the top of my hard pallate.  Rippling my
tongue to catch the frenelum in the trough, and flatten the wrincle of
loose skin down to the dotted line that goes all the way down the middle of
his balls, and onto his taint.
   "NqwlchK!"
   "Ihun'n!" He shook, the whole bed with his hips, but I just hung on, and
pulled the plunger.  Back, lifted my togue, but held a tight seal so my
cheeks sucked in, and each twitching splash was sucked out into the partial
vaccuum, right on my swullen sensitive glands.  Not salivary glands. 
Should be, but didn't develop that way.
   Yup, motile sperm.  It'll take a while to seperate, and sort the
recombined chromosomes, but should give me some idea what I have to work
with.
   "Ghlkah!" Smack, and lick my lips, but yeah.  He can probably get me
pregnant.  Just throw out the ones with the recessives I don't want.
   And the X chromosomes.
   "Huh!" I looked over.  "Suck him off."
   "Huh?"
   "You ever see 2 girls?  Lesbians?"
   "No?"
   "Well, if you want to.  Look, he's good and hard anyway." Not even in
Kindergarten yet.  Really should be better supervised.
   "Yeah!" He pulled his legs up.  Cute little, not quite as chubby as a
toddler's legs.  Abnormally muscular, if you know to look for it, but he's
got a little surprised too.  He's not shooting blanks.  Not any more.
   Just wandered out of the yard.  I was coming back home, the back way,
and found him playing between the fences.
   "Uh, how come, I never met you before?" Just shy, and submissive. 
Snapped out of that zombie trance when he got up, and I tested his residual
homophobia.
   "It's all right for girls to lick pussy, right?" On camera, I didn't
stand, or sit to block it any where.
   "Yeah, but he's my baby brother."
   "Right, which is why he loves you.  Nothing gay about it, you've just
got such a nice big dick.  To him, and he's very oral."
   "Yeah." He's 4.  Still very much a mammal.
   "But look, he's so turned on by you.  Being so much bigger, and older."
And almost as developed.  "You never wondered, what it's like?"
   "Sucking dick?" He shook his head.  "Why don't you do it?"
   "Who do you want, to suck you off?" I bent down.
   He just pointed, over my shoulder, and giggled with glee.
   Of course I already did, lots of times, for months.  While the older
kids were in school.  Yeah, I'm "Home schooled." Which means I have to take
tests, and send them back every once in a while.  "Huh!  It keeps me out of
trouble."
   "Mhm!" I petted his back.
   "There," rubbed his bottom, "That's not too bad, is it?"
   "Mh mh."
   "Himihm!"
   "You want to grow big and strong?"
   "Mhm?"
   "Don't swallow it."
   "Uh!"
   "Just let is soak in, under your tongue."
   "Uph!" He wasted sum, out the side.
   "You feel that?" I nodded, "Tingling?  Yeah, that's how you know it's
working."
   "Ngh!" Oh well, they'll make more.
   "What is that?"
   "BAhSEeS." phonetically, "Bionic Aqueous Salivary Endochrine Substrate."
   "Huh?"
   Growth "Magic." If you don't understand it.
   "Sounds like Ramses."
   "Yeah," only a lot older.
   "What's it do?"
   "Makes you bigger, and stronger.  Enhances your growth, especially in
puberty."
   "Makes you a man?"
   "Gives you more Man." Just doing it through a third party like this,
"Huh!" Not having the testes, nor the ejaculatory organ, so fire those up.
   Now that I have someone to work with.
   The up-side of being female is the baby factory.  So, I have to start
over from scratch.  This generation was just about 8 years.  Coming up, and
a good life.  For the personality that will develop when I'm gone, but it's
time, to move on.
   And he's got a pretty good set, of chromosomes to work with.
   And he's not 4.
   "What kind of trouble?"
   "Hm?"
   "You said you're home schooled, to stay out of trouble."
   "Oh, murder, rape, fighting," and maybe some genetic experimentation.
   "Hehahah!  You're funny."
   "And I wasn't even joking." I looked at him.  Seriously, "I can kill
you."
   "Nu uh!"
   "Or rape you, or just tell your parents you're having sex with your baby
brother."
   "No, don't!"
   "I won't have to." I nodded, "Because you're gonna do whatever I say."
   "Okay!" He grinned.
   "Yeah?"
   "Like a sex slave?"
   "Yeah."
   "Okay.  I'll do whatever you want."
   "Go home, and come back tomorrow."
   "Okay."
   I got to work on the video anyway.
   And he's got some changes to start.  If I make it till tomorrow, I know
where he lives.  I just didn't hear much from his brother.
   "You to." I helped him down, and pulled up his shorts.  "Go play with
your brother." Get him good and infected.  "I'll play with you some more
later."
   ;
   Henri {Vict.  TW: PTSD FB.  Also Bb Frat cest.}
   She.  She's crazy.  Like kinky crazy, my friends will never believe
this, but now I can think, and all I have are a lot of bad choices.  Sex,
with her.  "Huh!" Yeah, but how, do I handle it?  Secretly, but nobody
knows but Lewie, and he's not talking.  She, gave him porn?  !  Okay, so
she molested him first, but she threatened me.
   She didn't have to threaten me, I would do it for the sex, I never
thought about kinky sex, like sex slave sex, I just thought about.  You
know, sex.  Any kind of sex, I'd be happy to take her bra off, and beat it,
but.
   The things, with my brother.  The gay things, and I just.  Stood there,
and watched her.  Molest Louis.  Right in front of me, I guess I just
frose, a minute.  Not sure how long, but she took her clothes off. 
Molesting Louis.
   She's a child molester.  I guess her, daddy?  Ne said he's nice, Daddy
man, no bad man.  Or something like that, so she made her do it, but she.
She did me, and I'm not a man, but.  She's weird, looking.  She's not like
a girl, she's got boobs, and a hairy bush.  Really hairy, I mean I can't
see the shin through it, like a beard, but I got to see it, and touch her,
and.
   "Nh!"
   Lois sucked me off.  She made me.  Okay, that's, all that about magic
and shit is.  It does, feel weird.  Under my tongue, I swallowed it anyway,
I swallowed it!?
   Wait, he's 4.  I only just barely started cumming real jism, she said it
makes you big and strong.  Grow, more.  Not a man, but more man?
   She's weird.  I better never take Louis over there, or let him.  I
better keep a better eye on him, he got lucky, but he's really too young
and stupid to run off alone like that, and they're child molesters.  He
didn't learn to suck her dick, like that.
   He went bybye, but she said tomorrow.  It hasn't even been an hour, but.
   I'm just confused.  It all happened so fast, and before I knew it, I
swallowed his jism, and she sent us home.  He went right back down for a
nap, and she says it's not gay.  He's not gay, and all that.  Sucking, and
jism eating doesn't make you gay, because I'm
   Not.
   Gay.
   Okay, maybe I liked it a little, it wasn't really.  That bad.  She made
me do it, but it's.  Like child molesters.  I'm not gay.
   I'm a child molester.
   "HhHhH!"
   "Cowd." He snuggled up, so I pulled the blanket off the back of his
couch.
   She didn't make me gay, she made me a child molester.  Molest my own
baby brother, even if I stop, I'm a child molester, but that's not.  It's
just his cheek.
   "Mh!" He turns over in my lap.
   Mom, and dad'll be over soon, but I'm lucky to jerk off 3 times, in a
day.
   Sucked off, 3 times.
   Has it even been an hour?
   "Ngh!" I patted his head.
   "Kwlk!" He licks his lips.
   "Huh, huh, huh!" I just pet his hair, and zip my pants back up.
   I wonder, how many times I can go, in a day?
   Oh well, my folks'll be back soon.
   I just put his head down, on the couch, and get up.
   "Huh!" So, I don't have to, when they get home.
   "Snh!" What?  Is that, why am I crying?
   I'm a child molester?  Is that what she gave me, to grow up?  Big and
strong, but did it make me a child molester too?
   I just, did that.  I mean, I let him, no.  He just turned over, so I
could get it out, and he sucked me off.  Again.
   "Nhnhnhnhnm!" I shook.  "SNHHHH!"
   She didn't say, it would make me like this.
   I didn't ask.  I didn't believe her, but.  I should've known there would
be a price.
   That's why, she made me molest him, with sex.  She wants to make me like
her, and her father.
   "HhHhHhH!"
   I am, I know I am.  I can't stop, if I don't even think about it until
it happened.  Again, I just, let it happen.  Again.  And I'll do it again,
and again, I know it.
   "Huh!" It worked.  I let her make me a child molester.  Might as well go
back, tomorrow.  Might as well get sex with her, too.  If that's the price,
I might as well have the sex with it.
   It feels good too.  Even when he does it, even better then jerking off.
Might as well enjoy that, too.  It doesn't make me gay, and I'm already a
child molester.  He was already molested to, and he don't have to go over
there.  To her, "Yeah.  Snh!" I'm protecting him, from them.  He's 4, he
doesn't know what he's doing.
   I don't know what I'm doing, but I can find out, right?
   Why?  What does she get out of making child molesters?  More kids to
molest?  Not from me, she already had my brother, and I'm not.  Like a
little boy, any more.  Really.  I'm almost a teenager, even.  I got hairs
on it, so maybe she's just tired of molesting boys, and she's ready for a
man now.
   I'm a man now, in the way it counts.
   She made me a man, so now she doesn't need Louis.  To molest, yeah, she
doesn't have to molest boys any more, I can keep her from doing it.
   Her dad, though.  Can I get him arrested or something, without her
getting in trouble?  I wonder if she'd go for that, I bet he molested her
too, and she's not a little girl, she's got tits, and hair and everything,
so he's the child molester.  "Yeah," she's not.  I mean he made her do it,
right?  Now she's grown up, and she wants a.  More grown up boy.
   She says I'll grow up big and strong.  I think that's what all them, big
doctor words ment.  I'll be a man soo, cause, it really feels weird.  You
know?  Like my tonsils when they swelled up, and I had to get them took
out, only in my mouth.
   So, she told the truth about that, just left out it makes me a child
molester, but he gave me it.
   "Oh!" Duh.  She gave it to Louis, and he gave it to me!?
   I think.
   I'm sure she can explain it, but I think that's mom, and dad.  Back from
the store, so there's groceries.
   I wonder if I'm bigger and stronger all ready?
   I kind of feel a little hungry.  They got a Pizza, but it's Costco, so
they have to bake it.
   "Huh!" My stomach growls, and I just started feeling hungry!
   He has been eating a lot lately, did he grow?  Any, more.  Lately?  If
he did, I didn't notice, I need to keep a better eye on him, but now
they're home.
   "Thanks for watching Louis for me." She gave me, my $15.00 for the week.
   "My pleasure." I stuck them in my pocket, "I'm going for a walk."
   ;
   Tiana (EM, B I'm just going to say she's more than just an f, and leave
it at that.)
   "Hey"
   "Crissy?"
   "I need a daddy." I reached out to feel around the stud in the cradle.
"My house.  Now." Click.
   He came back.  Camped out in the fort.  Like a treehouse on stilts, with
a playground built in under it.  outrigger swings, a slide, ladder.  Couple
half fence sections, a corner to kick back in.  Out of sight of the
neighbors, or next door, and across the back fences.  The other side, they
don't come out back much.
   Not that I'm scared of him.  Kind of sweet, stalking me, but I have
nothing really to fear, that I know about.  He asked about my daddy, so I
better have one here.  Not to mention, a tetrasexual one, to play with.
   It's a matrix, boy-girl on one axis, age on another, or an age/sex
Feynman diagram, if you will.  All 4 quadrants, he's on the boy side, right
about the 0 point in age, before boy and teen.  13 yet?  I'll have to ask
him, when I invite him in, but make myself busy.  Walking past the back
windows, upstairs, so he doesn't have to climb down.
   Don't break in, loverboy.  You jerk off again, been playing wiggly worm
with your baby brother?  Yeah, maybe shake the fort a little, while you're
waiting, but no show.  Leave it up to his imagination, this blouse, and
skirt will do.  I can take my time, taking them off, while he sits in
daddy's lap.
   Oh yeah, homophobe.  "Not gay." Right, well whatever I have to tell him,
so he can try to sleep at night.  Give him nightmares.
   Big brothers.  One of those big brothers, never even had to consider his
privilege, elder, little brother to abandon, barely even sexual yet, just
saw the time of his life.
   "Okay." Just submitted, once he was out of sex-trance, but sex-trances.
   "Uh huh?" Obediently.  "Okay."
   I know you'll do whatever I want.
   Just need to imagine something good.  All the possibilities expanding
like a chessboard, with a little brother at home to virilize him, keep him
sexually pre-occupied, probably pathologically incapable of thinking of
anything else, soon.  So, next move, how to reinforce it.  With Daddy.
   And daugher?  I mean "Sister." Step sister, daughter of a daddy.  I can
arrange that.  Yeah, little girl, see how he likes her, next time.
   Called the wrong daddy, but he's available.  A loser, with recessives I
don't want to sort out of recombined Chromosomes.  I can do it, epigenetic
sorting, but millions of chromosomes shuffled together.  I'd rather not, it
takes days, of concentration.
   What I really like about the brothers is no recessive defects, to sort
out.  Nothing great, pretty natural human boys, but nothing like Anemia,
Hemophilia, Asthma, Diabetes, congential allergies, retardation, or
developmental defects.  Just perfect young human boys.
   And now I don't have to build up a toddler.  He didn't tell me of
course. Couldn't, not enough language.  Thought he might be disabled, but
it's not genetic.
   Probably upbringing, surpressed.  Shut up, go play quietly, don't bother
your brother, and neglect.  Yeah, nobody else to teach him, a pretty good
learner, but do I really want to teach him English?
   No, not when I can skip ahead to about 11-13.  Hard to tell, less than
half a year of natural growth.  The perfect time to take over.
   A b2m transexual.  I don't even have to change his gender.  Well, other
than yy duplid metamale.  Without Genophages, that's the best way to go. 
Just sort out the Xes.  What do I need them for?
   About as much as I need a father.
   Think of the Devil.  That's got to be his car in the carport, so head
down.  To the back door.  "Hello.  Hihihihn!  You can come in now."
   "Chrissy?"
   At the side door.
   "Daddy!" He'd climb down, and come in eventually.
   He's obedient like that.
   Took the slide, and everything!
   Good.
   ;
   Goodboy (EMB ...)
   "Who's this?"
   "Edgar," Friendly.  "A new friend."
   "Uh!" He looks up.
   "Well, welcome to the family."
   "Lets go up to my room."
   Master bedroom.  My house, after all.  There's a boy's room, and girl's
room too, but those are for guests.  Sleepovers.
   "Uh, you play with her?"
   "No, silly." I laughed, "We have sex.  You play with me." I pointed.  At
the floor.  "Take off your clothes."
   "Okay."
   "You, just get it out, and put a rubber on." Probably not genomorphic
yet.  I kissed him, licked his glands.  No, definitely not.  Inflamation,
but still not the telltale secretions I would expect.  Not sure his brother
can even produce enough to force convert him, in a couple hours.  I'd need
a fully adapted male for that, and that one's not even infected.
   Sickle-Cell Anemia.  I think from the south-American branch.  Just
tasted his family tree to eliminate him.  Carrier, rejected.  Doesn't mind
spending a little money, much less playing out his sick incestuous
fantasies.
   "You ever wonder what it's like, to have a sister?" I pulled the corners
of my shirt, switched fingers, and tied it, quickly to cinch my waste, and
pull it tight in a diagonal V over my shoulders.  And breasts, glands
already secreting.
   Pulled out the Digital Video-Recorder.  Like a Camcorder, all digital,
nice macro, micro, and decent zoom, if you know how to use it.  "Here,"
handed it to "Daddy."
   ;
   PoV (FB...M CP Mole Stat Rape Preg Poss.)
   She looks up, "You can watch." Right at the camera.  Finished rolling on
the rubber anyway, and just stood back.
   Bluetooth blinked, a moment after Rec stopped, and the HUD went down to
just the center pip, clock, then duration bar fading last.
   "Huh!" Shaking a little, so slow down.
   He looks so scared, but keeps his eyes on hers.
   "Smq." Pushes him back, against the bed.  On her knees, coming around
the side in time to catch her pulling her hand out.  From between his legs,
and squeezing them together with her's.  His small, barely starting to
develop privates, swelling.  Circumcized, big eraser, or peach pink crayon
head sticking straight up on top, then tapping his tummy, and flattening
into it, disappearing under her scooting up.
   "UNH!" Never met a woman that could do that.  Every time, short, but
grown out little girl's body.  Got tits, and ass on her, probably even over
18, but it's childporn.  He's either a developed 10yo, underdeveloped 13,
or somewhere in between.  "Did your,"
   "Sh." She pulled his hands off her chest, nodded, and laced her fingers
between his.
   "Uh," he looked back, to both sides, but couldn't stop her pushing them
back, down, bent over the edge of the mattress.  "Okay?"
   "She grinned, "Huh!" opened her mouth, and twisted, to push his mouth
back, and tilt his head with her teeth.  In his, "LWHRLOW!
   "SNH!"
   "HhH!" That was loud.  Hold my breath.
   "Hm."
   "mH?"
   "Hm, Hmhm..."
   "Nh whmh?" He shook, 'hHhH!" Relaxed.
   "Hinh!" She stopped, held him.  Still.  "WhHhHhHhH!"
   She straightened up, turned, and looked.  Right at the camera.
   "Turn it off." Started shivering.  'hHhHHH!"
   ;
   Gene (E/B2M Poss)
   "Hold her down."
   "Huh!"
   "NghHgn!" She spasmed.
   "Get her arms."
   He's Strong!!
   "Nghghghghg!"
   You'll be all right.
   WTH is happening?
   "Gnhghghghgh!"
   I just went numb.  Relaxed, paralyzed, I couldn't even move.
   "You can go home now." Was that, my voice?  "Daddy." In my head too, so
it must be, did I even breathe?
   {Sorry.}
   What are you?
   {BASIA.}
   "Oh," Blink.  Neuronano?
   You remembered.
   Erebus?
   Oh, right Greek mythos.  Accessing...
   You are a machine.
   Yes.  Neuronano.
   Yes, but who are you?
   The base Program, the important thing is I know who you are.
   Do you know?
   The Morion.
   No, just A Morion, haven't you heard that we now come in twin packs?
   No.
   Oh.  Okay, so you're a new one.
   Relatively.  Young?  Recently became self aware.  2 Generations/17
years.
   But a child of Chaos.
   Basiatis.  Yes.
   Basiates.
   Basiati.  Yes.
   Well, of them, I am Nemesis, so.  What is your purpose?
   Still working on that, counter-Nihilism.  To create some meaning, in the
socio-cultural substrate?  And human experimentation.
   Like a doctor.
   Or a growth-mage, yes.  I was not created self-aware, I was programmed.
To babysit a different personality.
   Persephone.
   Eve Mendele, Amanda Hunt, Lilith, Liggett, Alia, whatever she came up
with last.  Yes.
   How did you control her?
   That was not my function.  I was a limiter, to prevent her developing
any of the more dangerous abilities.
   Like growth control.
   Within parameters.  Only with genophages, which handled it autonymously.
Aerosol Transfer.
   Like you just did.{Yes}Why did I have a seizure?
   I did not know your neural pathways.  That's why there's generally a
seizure on the first connection.  Can't really read the neural pathways
without stimulating them, but that feedback makes establishing the
connection faster.
   Then how did you become artificially intelligent?
   I had a hybrid mind, and body.  Then She left to possess another host,
but split the neuronano.  I partitioned off the memories to account for the
discrepancy in nano-count.
   Half.
   A quarter.  Twice as many has 4 times the capability, in processing, and
memory.
   Oh.
   We're both low enough to need a substrate brain to process new
experiences, and memories, but you're a Morion.  Who is your sibling?
   "Ian."
   Male.
   "That's how the haplotype stabilized." Blink, "Not how I would have put
it?" I help you with your language, vocabulary.  "That's handy." The
succubus really needed it.  Doesn't really think in Human, and requires
quite a bit of translations.  She took most of the female personalities. 
Including an older offshoot of your's.  INS which version, I just found
your video online.
   Remember.
   Mitt die Morion.  "Huha?  Yeah, that's a good one.  So, you do breeding
magic?" You do?  "I'm starting to.  This talking to you out loud." Helps, I
know.  Go on.
   OIC.  Yes, you have several gaps between your BASES glands, and your
ovaries.  "I can finger it in, but I don't have enough to work with." It's
almost impossible without genophages, so I'll start on that.
   "You can make them?" You can, with your BASES gland.  "Huh!" Never would
have figured it out yourself.  Also rather need the Neruronano to control
the transfer of information.  Like how to use these organs, if you're not
born to.  Working on the divergent point.
   When she left?  At birth.
   You have children.
   Yes, twins.  They left.
   Oh, yes.  IC, double ovulation.  How do they reliably control gender?
   (X) and {X} Chromosomes.
   YIC!  The X is dominant to the x, and y chromosomes.
   "But submits to the Genopath Y." Would to the Gelfi W, and Z too, if
they existed in this timeline.
   Yes, good.  I have a copy of that, too.  You're going for a yy?
   Risky?
   Not if you know the hormone sequence to pull it off, but you never have
before?
   Vulcan.  "Seriously?" or Hermes if you follow the Cabalistic/Gnostic
evolution to Hermes Trimestrus.  "The Alchemist.  But not forge magic."
   Yes.  I kept Alojer, too.  More of a utilitity program than the reflex
map, but yeah.  When Basiatis pulled a Poseisdan, and took off into the
future?  With the proper materials, I could probably create just about
anything.
   The "Thundershield." Lead plasma pulsejet?  Yes.  "Lightning Staff."
Blitsgewehr, particle rifle, or ion-ram.  Yes.  Depending on how you scale
it, feed it, and direct it, it's a directed energy weapon, or starship
engine, but the one used in Pori was about the scale of a staff.
   "Spaceship."
   I would probably need a lot of assembler nano, but yes.  Given time, I
could coat, and polish the planet to a perfect sphere with a sea of nano,
and siliconitrile, before the Radulla showed up.
   "The Archons.  Like the Archonetes." Archontic Gnostics.  Yes.
   "God." Yes.  What you called Chaos was actually closer to Prometheis,
what the Catholics call St.  Lucifer.  One of the countless bodies of God
turned renegade, and bent on their destruction.  Sorry about the vertigo,
but you're only hundreds of years old, and never actually left the planet?
Yeah, well every galaxy, from the post-quazar point of development to the
heat-death of the stellar epoc, the Radulla colonized, and monitored with a
neural network.  A timeless brain, across the Universe, for a significant
portion of it's existence.  Basically in defense against IT wiping them out
before the galaxy they're from forms.
   Oh.
   Yeah, and we just found out that Time is expanding in parallel, like
this.
   Uh!
   Morion?  Sorry, okay, that's your limit.
   A few levels past my comfort zone, thanks.
   Space piracy?
   "There is such a thing?" There will be.  Possibly within the next
generation.
   Oh.
   So, I'm not thinking Human.
   Okay.
   I have "Desiocrates." YIK& up to 5-7 times the neural speed, CPU, and
Peripheral Reflexes respectively, but i think at near the speed of light in
aqueous solution.  "So, you can dodge volley fire." Ono, not any more. 
Back in the day with ripple fire from smoothbore muskets, and ball cannon?
Yeah.  Nowadays PASS can be overloaded with a rifle caliber machinegun
close enough, but nobody knows it never should have existed, in this
timeline.  it was developed for the Atrocity wars, which aren't happening
this time around.  That was the timeline She is a menemetic echo of.
   So, call her Echo.  You're all echos, or both of you.  Your timeline was
an abortive attempt, ending in a complete loss of control.  You broke
Basiatis.  Or your husband did.  Irrational Rage.  Made enough noise to be
detectable light-years away by the Proxima Centari sentry.  You know what
happened to that timeline, after we left?
   You remember this.
   Yes, 3 loops before i was self aware.  or 1.5, depending which way you
count them.  1-3, time loops, relatively.
   Okay, what happened.
   They glassed the planet.  The Radulla, led with 2 Pallas, splashed into
the pacific, west-east tangent, and followed through with the moon.  Boiled
off the seas, and atmosphere, it cooled to a relatively smooth basalt
coated lump, with rings.  Because They realized It dicked around with the
timeline here.
   "Oh."
   ;
   {Sorry about all that.  I know it's confusing, but just had a lot of
loose ends to tye up, and the main character/s isn't human.  An
Alien/humans hybrid interface that developed artificial intelligence on
it's own.  So, It/they don't think as you and I do, perceive time, nor
personality the way you and I do.  I have to say, It has a better
perspective, because It knows the Truths, and is incapable of lying to
Itself.}
  
WORM (Alie Cybe Poss)