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Girl in a Caravan

By Romany

(M/g)


David stood watching the boy knee-deep in the water near an
exposed outcrop of rocks. He guessed it was young Phillip
Valentine. From the white house on the hill that was a small
peninsula at the south end of this cove. Phillip was known to be
mad crazy about all things to do with the sea, and a dead low
tide provided him a virtual Pandora�s Box of anemones and sea
creatures to explore.

�Catch anything,� David called jovially.

Phillip turned in surprise.

�Oh�David�sorry,� he answered with a chuckle. �I was
concentrating on what I was doing.

�What were you doing?� David asked smiling at the fourth grade
boy; David slowly picking his way across the kelp covered exposed
rocks.

�Seahorses,� Phillip answered. �Lot�s of them�well three or
four�babies,� he said looking pleased with himself.

�Can I see,� David asked, genuinely interested in what the boy
had discovered.

�Come to the edge of the rocks�watch the kelp though�it�s
slippery,� Phillip answered.

David picked his way as close as he dare; concerned he might slip
and skid into the water. He peered to the area Phillip was
pointing to but could not see the seahorses due to reflections of
the clouds on the water. Seeing David was having difficulty,
Phillip dredged the area with a small scoop net he had and came
up with two tiny wriggling creatures.

�I�ll put them in my bucket�you can see them then,� he said and
lowered the scoop into the red bucket he had floating beside him.


This done, he lifted the bucket out onto the rocks by David and
it was then David could see the perfect tiny seahorses swimming
vertical in the bucket.

�Amazing,� he said smiling at the sight. �It�s fascinating�they
look so tiny yet perfect in every way,� he said.

�What are you doing,� came a female voice from behind.

David got a surprise and nearly slipped. The female voice giggled
at his near slip into the water.

�Buzz off pest,� Phillip sneered looking beyond David.

David turned and saw Phillip�s older sister Jane picking her way
barefoot over the rocks. He stared transfixed as she approached.
She was clearly on the cusp of puberty judging by the tightness
of her dress bodice over her burgeoning boobs. The dress was
short enough that gave an alluring sight to David half crouching
and looking up at her as she neared. She was quite a stunner.
Well grown since he last recalled seeing her. She saw his look
and recognized what he was thinking. She�d come to know what men
think since her boobs had appeared and she�d lost some of her
young girl puppy fat. She liked the fact he was staring at her
and she smiled knowingly at him. Phillip gave a snort of disgust,
having seen her flaunting herself numerous times, and he went
back to looking in the bucket.

�Can I put them back in the sea?� he asked politely.

�Sure�sure�thanks Philip,� David stammered turning back to the
boy; still somewhat taken aback by Jane.

�What are you doing here?� Jane asked coming up beside David and
looking down at him.

�Oh�I�ve been doing the loop,� he answered referring to the trail
that led from the village inland to the west arm of the inlet;
then following the shore down and around past here where the
Valentine�s lived, and back into the village.

�You�re a loopy,� she grinned, calling him the derogatory term
referring to visitors and tourists who took the trail.

�I�ve done it tons of times,� he said somewhat indignant. �Just
reminding myself how nice it was.�

�I meant what you are doing back in the village?� she said
squatting beside him and looking over into Phillip�s bucket. �I
thought you were in Europe.�

�I was�but now I�m back for a few weeks, before I sort out what
to do next,� he answered.

�Back with your tail between your legs,� Jane said with a smirk.

David was taken aback at her impertinence and he stared at her
feeling a little pissed she had ventured such an opinion.

�Not at all,� he said rather tersely. �Just until I sort out
whether I�ll head to Seattle or north to Vancouver,� he added and
looked back to see what Phillip was doing.

�So when do you think you�ll be going?� Jane asked a little more
respectfully.

�Maybe a week or two,� he said diffidently, not looking at her.

She�d pissed him off; a kid barely twelve poking her nose into
his business and passing judgment. He sat there watching Phillip
wading in the sea, and fuming quietly. He reasoned she was
mimicking what she had heard somebody else say. Perhaps it was
her mother. Why did people think he�d come home assuming he�d had
a rough time in Europe? He hadn�t. It had been a carnal
smorgasbord and he�d loved it. But he�d run out of money a couple
of months earlier than anticipated; mainly due to the hedonistic
lifestyle he and some new acquaintances had lived. Perhaps that�s
what gave people the perception he�d somehow given up; knowing
his mother would have told anybody that listened he was there
until Thanksgiving. A few heavy drops of rain began to fall. He
looked up and saw a large black cloud had formed over the general
area. It had been raining lightly on and off as he did his trek
around the loop trail. He stood up and carefully picked his way
past Jane who was now looking quite rueful, knowing she had upset
him with her questions. He glanced at her and noted her pretty
face was crestfallen; realizing she regretted her comment.

�You�d best get under cover,� he said trying to appear concerned.
�I think this is going to be a really heavy shower.�

She stared at him; her face almost pleading forgiveness. He stood
and stared at her for a few moments and felt bad he�d got pissy
at her.

�Come on�let�s get to the trees,� he said and gently took her
arm.

He guided her across the treacherous kelp covered rocks and up
above the high tide level where the rocks were free of kelp. Soon
they stood just inside the trees that came down to the water�s
edge.

�Phillip,� David called. �You�d best come in out of the rain.
It�s going to bucket down.�

�I�ll be OK,� the kid called. �I�ll shelter under the rocks
there,� he added pointing at a small overhang of rock set back
into the hill which their house was built on.

It was a small open cave-like recess. It would provide Phillip
shelter and David realized the kid had probably sheltered there
before when weather interrupted his sea fossicking.

�He�ll be OK,� Jane said. �He�s always coming home with a wet ass
from poking around in the water,� she said somewhat derisively.

David looked at her. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry
between her and the younger Phillip. He wondered how they coped
since the tragic death of their father. Barely in his forties and
suffering a massive heart attack. Their mother Amanda had leased
their fishing boat and that provided them with a reasonable
living. But to lose a husband and father so young must have been
a shock. He remembered how stunned his parents were when they and
the rest of the village heard the news.

�Let�s get further back,� he said. �These trees aren�t providing
much shelter,� he added, noting her dress was now covered in
large spots of wet where the big drips of rain had dropped from
the leaves and branches. These drops were bigger than the direct
rainfall, and they might as well be standing in the open.

�We can shelter in the caravan,� she said and strode off into the
trees.

He stood and watched her wondering what caravan.

�Come on,� she said. �Hurry up or you�ll be drenched.�

He was wearing a light windbreaker which did offer some
protection. But it was shower proof not rain proof and he knew it
would get wet in quick order. He followed her. She led him onto
the dirt access road to the main road which led around the bay
and over the hill into the village proper; the final few miles of
his loop walk. To the right, the dirt road gave way to a sealed
section which joined with the main road, and this headed up the
hill and was the short access road to their house. As he followed
her along about ten or fifteen yards, there was a recess and he
was surprised to see a caravan pushed back and surrounded on
three sides by the trees. It was perched on wooden blocks with
the wheels missing. The jacks extended front and back for
stability.

�Hurry up,� she called and she stooped at the door and reached
underneath.

He saw her produce a key on a string and unlock the door and step
inside. The rain was now bucketing down and he�d pulled his
jacket hood over his head. He quickly followed her and stepped
inside the caravan. She reached past him and closed the door;
turning the small lever that locked the door so it couldn�t be
opened from the outside. He looked around and noted the shades
were all pulled down. The inside of the caravan was very warm. It
was a warm day despite the inclement weather and the caravan had
clearly warmed up under the occasional periods of sunshine. He
unzipped his jacket and took it off, shaking lightly before
dropping it over the small table at one end of the caravan. The
other end had a double bed arrangement that took up the entire
width. There were cupboards on one wall and then large windows
encompassing half the length and one end. This appeared to be the
kitchen dining area. He presumed the seats either side of the
table would fold out to make single beds; the table side folding
down vertically to make room for the seats to be widened out.

She stood watching him; barefoot with her shoulder length blond
hair somewhat bedraggled from the rain. The dress clearly damp
and he could see the outline of a bra under the damp material.
She was watching him; pensive, yet almost expectant. The
shortness of the dress gave her an alluring almost �available�
appearance and he couldn�t disguise his interest in her.

�You�ve grown from what I remember,� he said quietly.

�You mean I�ve got boobs,� she said and held his gaze.

He chuckled nervously; once more taken aback by her blunt
comment.

�Yes�yes, that to,� he said, blushing that she knew what he
meant.

�These two,� she said making an oblique pun; gently plumping her
small breasts with her hands.

His jaw dropped and she giggled at his response. The pair stood
staring at each other for what seemed to David like an eternity.
He was clearly taken off guard by the girl being so forthright.
In all honesty, he should chastise her for being so slutty, yet
secretly, he had a less than wholesome interest in her the first
moment he saw her on the rocks. Sensing an impasse on the
conversation the girl stepped towards him; still holding the
underside of her breasts so they looked bigger than they were.

�You can feel them if you want,� she said quietly; almost
pensively not knowing how he would react.

He stared at her small breasts thrust up under the material of
her dress by her hands. They had been the first thing he noted
when she came down to the water�s edge earlier. David stood
transfixed by her unwise overture. His mind was awhirl. A twelve
year old girl was coming onto him; a girl who was a friend of his
family, and most of the people in this small tight-knit fishing
village. He should tell her to cut it out and behave herself. But
a dark yearning prevented him from telling her to stop it and
instead, as if to delay what he should do, he gently reached for
a matted tress of hair stuck to her cheek and moved it away so it
touched her shoulder. She locked eyes with his and he felt
mesmerized by the situation; his fingers still lightly touching
her cheek. He moved his thumb so it gently rubbed her slightly
parted lips. Jane slowly parted her lips and drew his thumb into
her mouth. David�s eyes widened and he felt a sickening jolt of
carnal desire hit his groin as she suckled his thumb; all the
while staring into his eyes. He took her head in both hands and
kissed her on the mouth. Holding her head firm and kissing with
some passion. She reached her hands to his forearms but did not
try to stop him. She returned his kiss and for a few moments, the
young man kissed the preteen passionately. She wasn�t a novice
either, judging by some quite expert tongue action. As he held
her head kissing her, Jane dropped a hand and he started in
surprise as she felt his cock which was now half hard. He pulled
back from the kiss still holding her head, and looked down at her
hand which had grabbed the cock in his jeans. He looked back at
her face and she had a knowing smirk on her lips. Once again the
hazel eyes seemed to mesmerize him.

�It�s easier if you take it out,� he croaked; his voice affected
by carnal lust and deep embarrassment he was making out with a
juvenile.

She didn�t need a second invitation. Both hands opened the flies
with a surprising degree of expertise. She hauled his cock out
and with a look of delight, she dropped to a squat and quickly
jacked him once or twice and then went down on him. He sighed
loudly and took her head and gave into the temptation she was
offering. He let her suck him for several minutes. David groaning
and whispering encouragement and praise at her blow job. She
sometimes stopped sucking and jacked the cock with a full dagger
grip and stared up at him with a teasing look on her face; only
to go back down on him and suck merrily on his hard cock. She
opened his pants with one hand and then slid them down mid-thigh
so she could get at his balls and she gently played with the ball
sac as she sucked and jacked his cock. She was definitely no
novice; this kid had done this before. As he stood enjoying the
oral sex, David�s mind was working out what to do. He could let
her blow him and squirt her face and mouth. Or he could take her
to the next level and get her panties off and fuck her. He was
extremely aroused by the situation and perhaps it was the warmth
of the caravan interior and a feeling of seclusion with the
shades pulled that he decided to see if he could get it into her.


He eased her mouth off his cock with a chuckle and whispered how
great she was. He helped her stand and she looked somewhat
perplexed at what he was doing; disappointed almost. But when he
embraced and kissed her, with Jane still holding his cock in her
hand, her eyes widened as she felt his hand go up under her dress
and cup her sex.

�M-m-m-m,� she said, their mouths joined in a kiss.

She clearly had no concerns about what was happening and he slid
his hand down the front of the waist band of her panties and felt
her bare sex. She pushed her hips against his hand and he shoved
his fingers deeper under her crotch and slipped a finger inside
her vagina to the first knuckle. He fingered her slowly while
they kissed; Jane gripping his cock as if her life depended on
it. David turned them so she had her back to the bed and then he
gently slow-walked them back. Jane�s legs hitting the edge of the
bed and she let herself lie back and spread her legs draped over
the edge. At this point she had to let his cock go as it was too
far to reach now her upper body was lying back on the bed. He
pushed her dress up and reached for her panties and quickly
pulled them off; discarding them on the floor. He pushed his
pants to his ankles and stood naked at the waist; his cock and
balls openly displayed for her to see. He rubbed his cock along
her hairless slit and she groaned provocatively; not from genuine
arousal but as learned encouragement to the man. She was moist
but not naturally lubricated and David had some difficulty trying
to enter her. He wetted his fingers with saliva and wiped it on
his cock and between her labia. She lay watching him and then
half sat up, propped on her elbows.

�In that cupboard�down there,� she said quickly pointing to a
small mahogany door in the base of the built-in seat set against
the wall, just beyond the bed. �There�s Vaseline�get it,� she
said urgently.

He turned somewhat confused at her instruction but reached a hand
to the recessed lock and pushed the button; the door front fell
down opening a hole. He reached his hand inside and down and felt
several objects. He took out what he felt was a jar and she was
right. A small jar of Vaseline; about near empty by the looks of
it. But he knew what she was getting at. Twisting the lid off and
dropping it on the mattress, he carefully wiped his fingers
inside the jar, accumulating the Vaseline. It seemed somewhat
ludicrous him standing with his pants around his ankles with his
erection jutting out, and her lying back with her bald preteen
sex exposed. He greased her; pushing greasy fingers as far into
her cunt as he could. Jane lifting her hips slightly to give him
easier access. No novice to this action. He wiped the residue of
Vaseline from his fingers along his cock and then returned to
present the bullet head to the juvenile slit now greased ready
before him. He went in firm yet slowly and deliberately. The girl
gasping and groaning quietly as the adult cock slowly prised her
open. He pulled back a couple of times, each time he pushed in
deeper on the in-stroke. It took nearly a minute before he was
hunched over her with his cock buried deep inside the girl; his
balls gently bumping her butt. He looked down into her face and
saw the look of acceptance in her eyes. She had wanted this;
probably the first moment she saw him. She made the first move,
and he had reacted as she wanted. This was no virgin; clearly she
had had sex before. David finally let the last vestige of guilt
evaporate from his conscience and slowly began to fuck the girl.
His hands pressed flat either side of her head, Jane�s hands
lightly gripping his upper arms; her legs dangling off the bed
and spread open as he fucked her. Starting with short sharp
shoves to get cock and cunt meshed tightly, David then indulged
himself by making longer deeper strokes and slowing to a steady
pace.

He was in heaven. Now her age was irrelevant. She was tight, her
body forgiving and warm and she clearly wanted it. He fucked her
this way for maybe five or six minutes; mind-fucking her as much
as fucking her with his cock. David� male ego driving him on;
keeping his arousal from getting the upper hand and causing him
to end the fuck too soon.

�Turn over,� he panted as he suddenly pulled out; leaving the
girl with a look of surprise.

The surprise turned to a dirty grin and she rolled over on her
stomach and provocatively wiggled her naked butt. David lifted
the dress up her back and present his cock to the dilated vaginal
opening nestled between the plump labia framed by her butt and
inner thigh. He shoved in quickly and she groaned and lifted her
head in surprise as he went deep and hit her cervix. Once she
became accustomed to the deeper penetration, she lowered her head
to the backs of her hands spread with her fingers entwined, and
rested her face on them. He fucked her more vigorously and he
began grunting each time he thudded into her tender inner. Soon
the caravan was creaking with the force of his effort fucking the
girl and Jane was now groaning continuously; partly in
discomfort, partly as a reflex reaction to the fuck. Vocalizing
as she had learned and designed to encourage the man. He fucked
her good; cumming deep inside of her and gasping and hissing
through his teeth as he reared back and shoved with all his
might; the little girl briefly lifting her head, her eyes wide in
reaction to the big cock ravaging her insides so deeply. She
groaned and moaned and bowed her head once more as he finally
came down from his high. Flooding her deep inside with his cum.

He stood behind her with his cock still buried inside; peering at
the small freckles and moles on her white girlish butt. Ogling
the small wrinkled pucker of her anus just above his greasy cock
jutting from her vagina. The rim of her vagina at the perineum
was tight on his girth. Eventually he overcame his carnal pride
and slid the cock from her; the still-hard erection springing up
slightly. The head reddened and shiny with his cum. He prodded
her dilated vaginal opening with a finger and saw the white glob
of semen just inside. He gently milked her with his fingers so
the semen slithered out and became less white and more an opaque
smear on her inner thigh and outer labia. Jane lay quiet as he
toyed with her sex. Eventually he took her shoulder and gently
pulled her back. She knew what was coming; instinctively she
squatted before him with her back against the bed base, her dress
falling normally so she appeared fully dressed. She sucked his
cock, cleaning away the residue of cum and Vaseline.

As he stood and pulled his jeans up, she reached down and
retrieved her panties and nonchalantly pulled them up in front of
him; wiggling her butt as she adjusted the plain white cotton
underpants for comfort. She seemed to have no sense of shame
about what had just happened. He stood somewhat bemused as she
adjusted the panties and smoothed her dress. He looked up and
noted the sound of the rain had stopped.

�I think it�s stopped raining,� he said.

�Just as well,� she replied and adjusted the bodice of her dress
so it was smooth across her breasts. �Mom will be home soon.�

David�s jaw dropped. He�d never stopped to consider where here
mother was. He just assumed she was home looking after Phillip.

�Where is she?� he asked a little nervously.

�At her weekly guild meeting,� she said.

�What time does she get home?� he asked starting to feel a little
concerned about being here.

�In about half an hour,� she said and tidied the bed cover and
screwed the lid on the Vaseline jar.

He looked at her dumbly; somewhat taken aback by her casual
attitude. He stared at her and she giggled seeing his worried
expression.

�It�s OK silly,� she said and came up and lightly embraced him.
�If you leave now, you�ll be nearly at the village by the time
she drives passed you.�

He felt reassured and gently returned the embrace and kissed the
top of her head. Her hair was tangled from having dried out
somewhat from the wetting it took from the initial downpour that
chased them into the caravan. She released him and unlocked the
door and opened it; pausing to peer around outside before
stepping down and out of the caravan.

�Who were you looking for?� he asked nervously looking at the
trees to the front and behind him.

�Phillip�just making sure the little squid isn�t snooping
around,� she said.

They stood looking at each other and he felt somewhat awkward.
He�d just had illegal sex with a twelve year old friend of his
family; and she had basically seduced him.

Not that that would be any sort of defense.

�I�m not the first am I?� he said quietly.

Her face hardened a little.

�You don�t need to know anything about me and no one will ever
know about you,� she said firmly.

He felt her statement was rehearsed. He was sure she had used it
before. Probably with other men. What was her sexual history? He
clearly wasn�t the first to have her, and probably not the first
with her in this caravan. He nodded dully and decided not to
argue.

�Best get going,� she said. �In case mom doesn�t go to the shops
as she sometimes does. She might be home any minute.�

She was chasing him off by fear of discovery. Certainly he
wouldn�t want Mrs. Valentine to see him here. He would really
rather not have her know he was in the neighborhood given what he
had done with her daughter Jane. He nodded and turned to walk
away.

�Will you be back?� she said sweetly. �You never did get to see
my boobs,� she added with a perky grin and framed her budding
boobs with her hands as she had done before the sex inside the
caravan.

�When would it be best to come back?� he said showing interest to
her oblique invitation.

He had stopped thinking clearly again. In truth she had been a
glorious fuck. It was a huge surprise to given her age. He�d just
been out for a walk to remind himself how great this part of the
North West was and he�s had some pretty intense sex.

�I�m not sure�I�ll have to check my diary,� she said impishly and
poked her tongue at him.

�OK�I�d best go,� he said feeling foolish she appeared to mock
him by exciting about returning.


�Tomorrow�the day after�mom�s away both afternoons,� she said
with a grin. �There�s just me looking after Phillip.�

�I�ll have to check my diary,� he retorted a little sardonically,
and carried on walking away.

Jane�s teasing smile faded and she realized her joking was not
warranted. She wanted to run after him and tell him come back
tomorrow but she was genuinely fearful her mother may well arrive
soon. He didn�t know how fine they had been cutting it, with him
being here and her mother soon to return. As he stalked off in
the light rain which had started to fall, Jane sadly turned and
started to walk up the hill to their house as it began to rain
again. Sad because her wise-ass remark had pissed him off. David
walked quickly with his jacket hood pulled up against the rain
and he had got about a hundred yards, when to his surprise, there
was Phillip standing just off the side of the road on the seaward
side. David walked up to him wondering what he was doing here.

�Phillip�I thought you were still around the cove,� he said
wondering what the boy was doing here.

�Did you check for footprints,� the boy said looking concerned.

�What are you talking about?� David asked somewhat bemused at the
question.

�Outside the caravan�the dirt�its clay�it�s been raining hard.
Look at your boots,� he said.

David glanced down and saw a thin ring of yellow clay on his
shoes. He understood what the boy meant. The clay type dirt in
the recess of the trees where the caravan was, had been softened
on top by the rain. His and Jane�s footprints would be obvious.
Phillip saw David had understood.

�Mom might see�your boot prints, Jane�s bare feet�� he added.

David looked at the boy stunned. The kid knew they were in the
caravan together. Did he have any inkling as to what took pace?

�You�re right,� David said feeling concerned. �Should I go back
and obliterate them?�

�I don�t think you�ve got time,� he said. �Best just get going.
I�ll go back and walk all around to. Obliterate your boot prints
so it looks like it was just me and Jane near the caravan,� he
added seriously.

�Great�good idea,� he said and then paused and looked searchingly
at the boy.

Phillip stared at him innocently.

�You knew,� David said quietly. �You knew Jane and I were in the
caravan during the rain,� he said.

�Of course,� he said quickly. �I knew that�s where she�d take you
as soon as you left.�

�How did you know that? How did you know I wouldn�t keep
walking?� he asked.

�They never keep walking�not until after,� the boy said holding
David�s gaze.

David swallowed hard. Phillip had said �they�. Clearly Jane had
taken men or perhaps teen boys there before. And it was a fair
bet to fool around like she had with him.

�This is just between us,� he said quietly, now feeling bad about
what had happened.

�Of course,� the boy said without equivocation. �Just us�and
Jane, and she won�t say anything.�

David nodded and felt grateful the kid was pledging his silence.
He nodded appreciatively at the boy and made to turn to walk off,
then stopped and fished in his back pocket for his wallet.

�I guess a guy could do with some extra allowance,� he said and
fished around in his wallet.

He had two twenties, two tens, and some singles. He handed
Phillip fifty dollars. The boy put a hand up to refuse.

�Take it Phillip,� he said with a smile. �You never know what you
might want to save for,� he added.

The boy took the money thanking David profusely.

�Just make sure there are no recognizable foot prints around the
caravan,� he said winking at the kid.

They walked away from each other. David followed the road that
skirted the shore, rising up a hill so soon he was looking down
on the trees lining the bay along which the road ran. Near the
top of the hill, the road veered inland from the shore and it was
here Valentine�s battered old Landover rumbled pass. He saw her
clearly in the driver�s seat. She glanced briefly his way, seeing
a man in a hooded jacket with their head down. She rumbled past
and he paused and turned to watch the Landover disappear out of
sight down the hill. He heaved a sigh of relief and carried on
walking as the rain became heavier. He was about another twenty
minutes from home. He heaved a sigh of relief and wondered how
trustworthy Phillip was at keeping a secret. David consoled
himself the kid didn�t actually see anything. It was all
circumstantial if it came out he�d been in the caravan with an
underage girl. He would say he was just sheltering from the rain;
that Jane had been a Good Samaritan letting him in. Surely the
friendship between families and the closeness of the community in
general would not see anything scandalous in that. He walked
along with a grim expression. This tight community was also rife
with petty gossip. Even if he hadn�t fucked the girl, some sour
individual would allege he probably did. It didn�t bear thinking
about.

***

�How much did he give you?� she asked brusquely as she leaned in
his doorway.

�Thirty bucks�he said that was all he had,� Phillip answered.

�Gimmee my share,� she said holding her hand out and lowering her
voice in case her mother was near.

He took the money from his pocket and gave her twenty.

�You owe me five,� he said, knowing he�d concealed the other
twenty in the pocket of his school backpack.

�Hah! She scoffed. �I have to buy supplies,� she said thinking of
the empty Vaseline jar and the looming realization she�d soon
need condoms as puberty neared. �You can wait,� she said

Phillip scowled at her but didn�t push it. He was twenty bucks up
on the deal.

�He had more than I would have thought,� she said casually as she
tucked the money down the top of her dress. �He said he came back
from Europe because he was broke.

�He probably had a safety nest egg,� Phillip said. �Or his folks
lent him.�

�Well, it�s more than we got last time,� she added, and turned
and left the room.

�Slut,� Phillip sneered under his breath.

Still, he had a microscope to buy. The extra money she made for
them would come in handy so he wouldn�t push it.




The End


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