Author: Hardguy
Title: theoffer (Work in Progress)
Summary: The following story is a work in progress and is presented
as is. It may be unformatted, contain misspellings, poor grammar,
half constructed thoughts, and continuity errors. Story title may be
misleading, as the plot may change during the writing process from
the initial inspiration. If anything, it is presented in an effort to
gauge reader interest.
Keywords: M/F/g/g, ped, 1st, mast

      Oswald opened his chat program for yet another night of
exploring his fantasies.  He was interested in little girls, but only
in fantasy.  He had certainly had opportunities, that was for sure,
but he always showed restraint and deference to what was legal.  That
didn't stop him from looking of course. And his eyes were always open
to a panty flash from little girls who were not quite as aware of
their own modesty.  This policy he had of looking but not touching
allowed him to maintain a very low profile as a pedophile, and every
parent of a young girl he met felt nothing but secure in his
interactions with their daughters.  Never once did he seriously think
about having sex with a child, until now.
      
      This particular chat room was geared exclusively to fantasy
chat about sex with young girls.  In his mind, there were no actual
minors in this chat room, and those who entered the chat with a
handle suggesting they were an actual young girl, such as sally10 or
sccrgrl12, were routinely kicked out by the room's moderators.  That
restriction aside, any name was allowable from DauFcker to momof2 to
lil_cumslut.  To Oswald they were all adults playing a role, and so
the restrictions on names seemed a little silly to him, but he knew
it was to keep appearances.  His name was DeepInU.
      
      Of late he'd been regularly chatting with and roleplaying with
an individual named miriam_rp,  The two of them hit it off almost
immediately while working out a scene between them.  Every element of
the role she suggested he enjoyed, and every piece of dialogue or
story that he would type, she responded favorably to.  On this night
the two of them engaged in yet another roleplay, in which she acted
as a friend of his (imaginary) daughter whom he seduced and
impregnated during a sleepover.  As usual, Oswald masturbated while
doing this, and timed his orgasm to match the one experienced by his
character in the roleplay.
      
      While he wiped the semen off his hands and cock, miriam_rp
broke her role and started to ask him some questions, chief among
them, where did he live.  Oswald wasn't stupid.  He knew never to
give away too much personal information to somebody online, there was
simply no way of knowing who they really were.  He'd known from the
start that miriam_rp lived within the same general area as he did,
that much was indicated by her hostmask, which was a string of
information visible to all who joined the room, but that could always
be faked and wasn't often something that novices knew much about.  He
figured that at the very least he'd tell her the state that he lived
in, which she could have deduced on her own from his hostmask.
      
      To say that his answer interested her was an understatement,
as she immediately requested a cam-to-cam session with him.  Again,
Oswald knew the potential risk, and as such he did not own a cam.  To
miriam_rp that was fine.  She just wanted him to see her.  He told
himself that if she turned out to be anything other than an adult
woman, he was closing the window immediately and ending all contact. 
To his relief, miriam_rp was in fact a 30-something woman, but that
didn't mean she wasn't still some kind of gung-ho Internet predator
hunter.  In an effort to gain his trust, she stripped naked on the
cam for him and masturbated.  Oswald was pretty sure no undercover
cop or vigilante would go this far and was able to relax and enjoy
the show.
      
      That's when she sent him the first picture.  It showed her and
a young girl.  Before Oswald could respond in any way to the picture,
she sent a compressed file named 'miriam.zip.'  As Oswald opened the
file, miriam_rp began to explain.  The young girl was the real
Miriam, miriam_rp's 11-year old daughter.  The pictures in the
compressed file showed Miriam in a series of swimsuits, in which she
posed proudly and rather provocatively.  Oswald asked if miriam_rp
had taken the photos, and she indicated that she had, and then posed
him an interesting question: "Are you interested?"  Oswald was indeed
interested in the young girl, mostly just as a picture model for him
to masturbate to.  Thinking he would get another archive of pictures,
he responded: "yes."
      
      Another file transfer was initiated, this time for 'miriam-
x.zip.'  The filename was intriguing, almost like a warning.  He
opened it, and the first photo was a shock.  Miriam lay on a bed
naked, her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.  He flipped through the
pictures, astonished.  In many of the pictures, well manicured
fingers pulled on the little girl's nipples, spread her vulva and
buttocks, and lastly, to Oswald's amazement, poured a milky fluid
from a condom onto the girl's lips, chest, and hairless pubic mound. 
"Are you still interested?" she asked him.  Oswald most definitely
was, even if it meant dealing with somebody as obviously twisted,
perverted, and deviant as this woman was.
      
      She asked Oswald if he'd ever raped somebody; he hadn't of
course.  She wrote that she had grown tired of drugging her little
girl and playing with her naked body, and that she felt it was time
that Miriam lose her virginity.  Oswald had to ask, did she want him
to do this?  Of course she did, but she wanted it done in a certain
way.  She gave him an address in a middle-class subdivision about 4
miles from where he lived.  She proceeded to give him tips on the
neighborhood and the house, who had dogs, the best streets to use for
a quick getaway, where she kept an extra key outside, where Miriam's
room was in the house, where in the house he could find materials to
restrain her with, in what spots the floorboards creaked, etc. 
Finally she said that she did not want this done now, or tomorrow,
but at a future date of Oswald's choosing.
      
      Oswald was absolutely speechless.  This woman had just invited
him to rape her virgin pre-teen daughter in her own bed, and had
apparently given him the means to do so.  It all sounded so
ludicrous, like the ultimate sting setup by the cops.  "How do I know
this is for real?" he asked her, wanting to believe.  She did not
reply, but sent him one final photo, and then signed off.  The
picture showed Miriam's lower body, wearing a drenched pair of white
panties that were practically transparent and clinging to every curve
of her pudenda, the word 'miriam_rp' written on them in permanent
marker.  Photoshopped on to the picture were a series of numbers and
the number of a locker in the men's changing room at the local pool. 
The message it conveyed was cryptic but clear, and it got Oswald's
heart pounding.  
      
      He closed up the chat windows and powered down the computer. 
He'd just had quite the surreal experience and decided that he'd had
enough of it for one night.  Despite having cum already during his
cyber session, he masturbated a 2nd time before bed, the pictures
he'd received burned into his mind's eye.  Typically an orgasm was a
great sleep aide for Oswald, but his mind was just too buzzed on
miriam_rp's offer.  It was another hour before he could settle
himself enough to fall asleep.  
      
      The next morning he awoke to his alarm clock, considerably
tired, but as soon as he glanced at his computer, the event from
hours ago returned to his mind and woke him up.  It felt kind of like
a dream, and he started to doubt it had even happened.  When he
booted up the computer though, and took a look in his received images
folder, there they all were.  He was about to erase them all, since
he didn't much care to keep this kind of damning stuff on his
computer, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he buried them
inside an encrypted file store instead.
      
      Work seemed to drag for Oswald that day.  He was able to keep
focused on his tasks, but it seemed like any moment he had to himself
was spent thinking about miriam_rp and Miriam.  He managed to get
through it, with none of his coworkers noticing his moments of
spacing out and rubbing at his sensitive and eager cock.  On the
drive home, his heart started to pound like it had the night before
as he approached an intersection.  A left turn would take him home, a
right would take him to Miriam.  He was curious, but fought the urge
and headed home instead.  This again presented him with a choice at
the next intersection.  Straight ahead would take him past the pool,
while a right would send him home.  He could see the pool building in
the distance, but as he did not have a copy of the locker's details
with him, there was no point, and he went home.
      
      Once home he fought the urge to look at the pictures again. 
He almost wanted this to just go away, it had been distracting him
all day.  It reminded him of the poem about the murderer who could
not escape the sound of his victim's heart beating.  The computer
seemed to call to him, to just look at the pictures again.  Again, he
shook off the urge and went instead to check his mailbox outside.  At
the box, he collected his mail, and his nose caught a smell carried
on the wind.  Chlorine.  The pool.  He hadn't been swimming for some
time...maybe he should...  It felt nearly impossible for him to
reason away that idea.  By the time he was opening his front door, he
was already thinking about where his trunks were and racking his
brain to remember when the free swim periods were held.
      
      He went to the computer and opened that final picture again. 
The sight of Miriam's wet panty covered pussy was like a drug, and he
scrawled the details of the locker onto a piece of paper.  He grabbed
a gym bag, a towel, his goggles, and swim trunks, and headed out for
some dinner first.  As he ate, he thought about all the possibilities
of what might be in this locker.  It could be a trap of course.  A
camera planted inside could be used to identify him, but how could a
middle aged woman get into a men's locker room anyways?  He figured
she would have to have planted whatever was inside quickly, and so
any kind of surveillance would be hastily placed and easily removed
by anybody.
      
      The likelihood of this being a law enforcement operation still
nagged at his mind as well, but the pictures he received and the
video chat were no doubt too extreme to hold up under the law as
being a legitimate tool for catching predators.  This had to be real.
There had to be a woman living 4 miles from him, who wanted some
stranger to break into her home, and rape her little girl.  That was
the only conclusion from all that he had seen, but he vowed to remain
cautious for however far his involvement would go in this strange
little game.
      
      He finished his dinner, and drove to the pool parking lot.  He
was plenty early for the public swim session, so even though he
doubted that old wives' tale about not swimming immediately after
eating, he would have a little spare time to digest just in case. 
There was a fairly large crowd around the entry, so he certainly
wouldn't have any privacy in his locker room task.  Hopefully
whatever he found wouldn't call attention to or incriminate him among
his fellow men.  
      
      At last the prior session, what appeared to be a child's swim
class, began to exit out of the building, and Oswald got out of his
car to join the waiting lines.  As he looked around at the others
waiting, he was a little disappointed that none of them were
adolescent girls.  They would have at least given him a little eye
candy during his time in the pool.  There were a few nice looking
teenage girls though, not obscenely busty and rather trim.  They
wouldn't have been his first choice, but he wouldn't try to not look
at them either.
      
      The line started to move, and one by one they all paid and
filtered into their respective locker rooms, the only exception being
of course small children accompanied by an opposite gendered parent,
which in this case were all boys with their mothers.  Oswald mused
that the poor kids couldn't possibly appreciate the opportunity their
youth was affording them.  He stepped to the window, paid his fee,
and with great anticipation, entered the locker room and sought out
his goal.
      
      OUT OF ORDER is what the sign posted on the door of the locker
he had been  directed towards.  He decided to be a little discreet
and took up residency in the locker next to it.  He changed slowly,
hoping for the early crowd to thin out and leave him with a chance to
make his move.  He mostly got his wish, as a great majority of the
other swimmers were dressed to change quickly and by the time he was
pushing down his pants, there were only a few others with him inside.
      
      "...but dad, I'm 10, I can do this by myself in the girl's
room," came a voice from the locker room entrance.  Oswald looked up
to see a clearly embarrassed girl enter with her father.  How they
managed to enter the locker room without intervention from the
cashier in the office was beyond Oswald, since there were signs
stating that children aged 10 and over must use their respective
locker rooms.  "I just want to keep an eye on you, Kate," the father
responded to which he got a stern look from his daughter.  They went
to a locker just down the row from Oswald.  His eyes and Kate's met,
and she shyly looked away from him, but he could see her glancing at
his underwear.
      
      Oswald figured it might be a good idea not to give her too
much of a show, especially with her dad right there between them, so
he turned away from her and pushed down his briefs.  He couldn't
really check to see if she was still looking his way, but since he
had to turn his body to pull his trunks from his gym bag, he figured
she wouldn't miss on such a good opportunity to see.  He turned away
again, and stepped into his trunks.
      
      "Hey buddy, my daughter's in here.  A little consideration,
huh?"  Oswald turned and looked up at the father, who himself was
naked from the waist down, and was glaring at Oswald pretty intently.
Kate, who was about to take off her shirt just looked mortified by
the whole thing, not to mention she was actively trying to look
anywhere but at her father's dangling penis.
      
      "S-sorry," Oswald offered apologetically, if not a little
surprised by the man's hypocrisy.  
      
      "Yeah, you'd better be, or I'm gonna kick your ass," he
threatened, before turning his back to Oswald and giving his daughter
a front row view of his genitals.  Oswald stashed the rest of his
belongings in the locker, and watched Kate pull her shirt off over
her beet red face.  Her chest matched that of a boy's and Oswald
couldn't help growing hard.  He decided it was best not to stick
around, both to avoid any more of her father's wrath, and to get
himself into the pool where any arousal he had would be better
hidden.  His still hidden prize in the other locker would have to
wait.
      
      Oswald figured the best strategy would be to swim for about 10-
15 minutes, keeping an eye on the locker room entrance to watch for
other people going back in, and also to try and peer through the swim
office to the main entrance on the other side for anybody entering
from that side as well.  Once both sides looked clear, he'd make his
move.  He did a few leisurely laps, checking out the teenage girls
he'd seen before while he went past.  A man come out of the locker
room looking a little intimidated and glanced over his shoulder, no
doubt another target of Kate's father's wrath.  
      
      Kate followed shortly, with her father hovering over her like
a sentinel.  She was clad in a rainbow tie-dyed one-piece that really
showed off her skinny preteen shape.  She wasted no time jumping in
the water, while her dad remained on guard for a few moments.  Oswald
had to wonder if maybe she was being abused by her father, as the two
had a rather cold relationship.  She moved off into the more densely
populated shallow end of the pool, while her dad dove into the deep
end.
      
      By Oswald's count, there was at least one more person in the
men's locker room, and he exited shortly.  A glance through the glass
of the office showed nobody entering, and he hadn't seen any others
go in earlier.  It was time.  He swam to the pool ladder, and climbed
out, briskly walking to the locker room entrance.  As observed, the
room was empty.  He rushed to the locker door and spun the
combination, which he had been repeating to himself all during
dinner.  He pulled the latch and it opened.
      
      Slowly, he opened the door, peering inside for any kind of
traps or unwanted surprises.  He found nothing like that, but what he
did find was a brown manila envelope.  He retrieved it, and rather
than open it then and there, he decided it might be a better idea to
open in private in case there were more pictures inside.  He unlocked
his own locker, and stashed the envelope in his gym bag.  Tempted
though he was to leave now, he figured that might look a little
suspicious, and instead went back out to the pool.
      
      Rounding the corner of the locker room's exit, he nearly ran
straight into Kate's father, who was on his way in.  The two didn't
exactly exchange glances, more like Oswald avoided eye contact while
Kate's father stared him down while he passed.  With that second run-
in behind him, Oswald spotted Kate in the pool, over in the corner by
herself.  To say that she was alone would be incorrect considering
all the other people around her, but she very obviously wasn't
interacting with anybody, and rather looked like she wasn't enjoying
herself.  Oswald couldn't help feeling sorry for her, and with a bit
of dark humor thought to himself that he might need a little good
karma ahead of his darker intentioned plans.
      
      He quickly got back into the pool and headed in Kate's
direction.  He did so in a backstroke, so that he could keep an eye
on the locker room exit for her dad.  As he floated up beside her,
she glanced over at him, and with a look of recognition, turned red.
      
      "S-sorry, mister...I didn't mean to see..." she apologized for
earlier.
      
      "That's ok...hey, um, are you ok?"
      
      "Yeah, I'm fine," she said in a monotone, not really sounding
fine at all.
      
      "No, I mean, your dad...he doesn't, you know...touch you, does
he?"  Kate gave him a look like he had just grown a third eye.
      
      "N-no!  H-h-he's never...no!"  With that kind of shock in her
voice, Oswald had to assume she wasn't just deflecting the question
out of shame.
      
      "Okay then...I just wanted to make sure, considering...you
know...what I saw."
      
      "Daddy's just trying to protect me...he...he doesn't like
girls anyways..."  It was Oswald's turn to be shocked, but he didn't
get a chance to respond as Kate's father emerged from the locker room
then.
      
      "...okay, I'd better go, he's back," Oswald said, and drifted
away.  Kate just nodded in agreement and seemed to go back into her
little shell, but with a slight smile on her face.  It was the kind
of smile that Oswald felt she didn't have often, but the brief
interaction with him helped to bring it out.  Though his concerns
were unfounded, at least it had something of a positive outcome for
her, at least for the moment.
      
      Oswald swam a few more laps, and then couldn't bear the
waiting any longer.  He swam to the ladder and climbed out.  Before
he entered the locker room, he glanced back at Kate.  She hadn't
really moved from her spot, but he could see she was looking at him
as well.  He gave her a small wave, and then went inside.  He stood
under the warm shower, washing the chlorine off his body, and then
went to his locker and removed his trunks.
      
      "M-mister?"  Oswald turned around and Kate was standing
breathlessly in the locker room, looking like she had chased him in. 
He noticed her glance at his penis and then look away.
      
      "What are you doing in here?" he asked her, reasonably shocked.
      
      "I-I told my dad I had to pee, but...I wanted...um...can
I...can I call you?"  Oswald hadn't expected this from a girl her age.
      
      "Call me?"
      
      "Y-yeah, my dads got me my own line, so...sometime, can I?"
      
      "Uh, yeah...do you have something I can write it down on, or..."
      
      "I'll remember it, just tell me!" she said feeling a little
giddy and bubbly at his agreement to stay in touch.
      
      "Sure, ok, 555-1025."  Kate closed her eyes and recited the
number to herself a few times.  Her eyes opened and she had a huge
grin on her face.
      
      "Thanks mister...you're, um...you're getting hard," she
giggled.  Oswald looked down and sure enough his cock was on the
rise.  He looked back up at Kate, but she had already gone back out
to the pool.  Between the mysterious envelope, and Kate, this was the
oddest trip to the pool he'd ever made.
      
      He changed quickly, and got out to his car, once again tempted
to open the envelope.  Though the odds of him not being seen viewing
the contents were now much lower than back in the locker room, he
felt it might be better to wait until he got home, just in case.  He
figured he broke about 4 laws on the way home, the anticipation of
what it might be, pushing him ever faster.  Finally home, the door
had barely closed behind him as he bent the metal arms of the clasp
and lifted the flap.  Peering inside, he was briefly puzzled by what
he saw, but once he touched it with his fingers and pulled it out, he
could only laugh with disbelief.
      
      Pinched between his fingers was a wrinkled pair of white
panties, the fabric of which was very thin, with the name 'miriam_rp'
written on them with a black marker.  He had to investigate this
further, and went to his computer, and opened that last image he had
been sent, the one with the instructions for the locker.  He held the
panties up to the monitor and compared them to the ones that were wet
and pulled tightly over Miriam's preteen vulva.  The letters were
identical, from the off-center positioning of the dot over the first
'i,' to the slight outward and downward curve of the underscore.  He
was holding proof that this was all real, and not some sort of
elaborate joke with skillfully photoshopped pictures.
      
      Holding these panties and looking at the picture in which they
were featured had a rather predictable effect on Oswald and he wasted
little time in taking advantage of it.  The first touch of the cloth
to the head of his cock was like lightning.  Though he had several
pictures of her naked body at his disposal, it wasn't Miriam that
Oswald found dominating his imagination, it was Kate.  He hadn't
really bothered to take note at the time, but in this fantasy her
swimsuit was a little too snug on her, and her cute little vulva was
creating a lovely cameltoe.  
      
      He had barely gotten off one stroke when the phone rang.  He
would normally just let the machine get it, but he had a feeling he
knew who was on the other end.  With one hand holding the crotch of
the panties over the head of his cock, he picked up the phone with
the other.  "Hello?"
      
      "Hi mister!  This is Kate from the pool, remember?"  How could
he forget?
      
      "Of course I remember you, Kate.  Are you sure it's ok for you
to be calling me?"
      
      "Yeah, I call lots of people, but um...usually they're my
age," she giggled, "and they're all girls too."  There was a brief
pause as that fact set in on both ends of the conversation.  "So what
are you doin'?"  Oswald looked down at his precum soaking into the
pair of preteen panties.  If only she knew.
      
      "I'm just...you know, sitting here," he said, rather lamely,
even wincing at the dumb answer.
      
      "Oh, I just got home from the pool.  Daddy wouldn't let me
change in the boy's locker room because there were too many boys in
there.  He didn't want them to see my coochie, so I'm changing now."
      
      "Now?" Oswald asked, a little extra excited.
      
      "Y-yeah..." she replied, suddenly self-conscious.  "Um...is
that bad?  Daddy tells me not to let boys see my coochie, and he
always hides me with a towel or his body when we change at the pool,
b-but...it's ok on the phone, right?"
      
      "Ye-yeaaah..." Oswald tried not to moan too much as he rapidly
pumped on his cock, his cum bursting out, the lighter fluids passing
through the panties, while the thicker substances were separated from
them and collected along the inside where Miriam's virgin pussy had
once been pressed.
      
      "That's good, because Daddy says my coochie is a private place
that boys can't see unless they're married to me, but Daddy and Keith
aren't married and they see each other's private wieners all the
time, so it's kind of confusing, and I saw your wiener twice today,
once floppy and once hard, hehe..."  Oswald was dying just listening
to this young girl rambling on about genitals.
      
      "Y-yeah, you did...Kate?"
      
      "Yes, mister?"
      
      "How do you...why do you know they see each other naked?"
      
      "Um...you promise not to tell?"
      
      "Absolutely, I promise," Oswald didn't waste any time in
agreeing.
      
      "S-sometimes...I hear um, noises from their bedroom, a-and I
go look..."  Oswald could hear her breathing a little heavy.
      
      "You've watched them."
      
      "Ye-yeah...they're kissing, and th-their wieners are hard,
and..." her voice was catching as she spoke.
      
      "Kate?"
      
      "Ye-yeah?" she sighed.
      
      "Are you touching yourself right now?"  Oswald couldn't
believe his ears, and he was cursing the fact that he'd just cum
already.
      
      "...sorry mister...it's bad and Daddy scolds me, b-but...it
feels good...don't be mad at me, mister..."  Don't be mad at her? 
Oswald was the last person to pass judgment on anybody masturbating
during a sexually charged phone conversation with a preteen girl.  He
looked down at his panty draped cum slicked cock, and knew what he
had to say to her.
      
      "It's ok, Kate.  I do it too."
      
      "Y-you do, mister?  You p-pull your wiener?"
      
      "Yeah..."
      
      "And you pee white stuff?"
      
      "I do."
      
      "W-wow...I-I gotta go, mister, bye."  The phone clicked as she
hung up, and Oswald just stared at it and then back at his dick.  One
was his connection to a girl that he could have, and the other was a
connection to a girl that he shouldn't have.  He found it more than a
little staggering that Kate and Miriam were like night and day.  One
was an innocent, who he would have to take by surprise and force,
while the other knew far more than most girls her age and would
probably agree to anything he suggested, and yet...Kate had begun to
grow on him, while Miriam was somebody he wanted to keep distant from
so that it would be all the easier to rape her without letting
emotions and morals get in the way of her mother's twisted plan.
      
      He used the sticky panties to wipe his cock, and then to wipe
up what he had shot onto the floor.  He'd have to wash them
separately, since he couldn't very well be caught washing little
girl's panties with the rest of his laundry.  He hung them on the
faucet of his kitchen sink, and then returned to the computer and
called up the chat log from the other night with miriam_rp.  He found
the street address and then just looked at it.  It seemed to call to
him, enticing him to go, even if he was just going to drive by.  He
looked outside and saw that dusk was setting in.  He could go, and
few people would probably see him, and no doubt any who did wouldn't
recognize him.
      
      'Do it.  Just do it, just go. You know you're going to
eventually anyways.'  This he repeated to himself over and over again
until his will to postpone things like miriam_rp had suggested was
broken.  He grabbed his keys and went.
      
      He knew his way to the subdivision where the home was, but he
didn't know the street layout, so in his haste to leave, he forgot to
get better directions and ended up just driving around the area.  He
came up on a small park, and as he passed a figure on the basketball
court caught his eye, which nearly bugged out in surprise.  She
looked so slender, maybe even taller than in the pictures, but that
may have had more to do with how she was straining and reaching to
make her shots.  Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and not
splayed out on a pillow behind her deeply slumbering head.  Here was
Miriam.  Here was the girl who's mother had drugged her, molested
her, photographed her, and poured some man's semen on her.
      
      Oswald pulled up to the curb and just stopped to watch her
play.  It got darker and darker, and lights on the park started to
turn on.  This seemed to be her cue to go home, and after one last
shot, she collected her ball, and started to walk across the grass
towards Owsald's car.  He wondered if he should leave, if it would be
bad if she saw him, but that wouldn't make any sense.  She had no
idea who he was, what his intentions towards her were.  It certainly
appeared that she was deliberately walking towards him, and as she
drew closer, she paused, almost in mid-step.  Oswald couldn't see her
face, but her body language was one of confusion and hesitation.  She
walked slowly closer, and ducked down to look into the car at Oswald
curiously.  He figured he should ask what had brought her to him, and
rolled down the window.
      
      "Something I can help you with, miss?"
      
      "O-oh...um, nothing, just your car, it looks just like my
mom's.  I thought she had come to get me.  Sorry."  And with that,
she walked away from Oswald, who was actually trembling.  He had
talked to her.  He hadn't been this nervous and excited just talking
to a girl since high school.  Watching her walk away in his rearview
mirror, Oswald realized that he could do it now.  She was alone, it
was dark, and there was nobody else around.  It was a great
opportunity, and he could always go through with the plan to rape her
at home at a later date.  
      
      As tempting as this chance was, there was also a lot of random
elements that he couldn't control as well as inside her home.  It was
the smarter choice to do nothing, even following her home might be a
difficult thing to pull off since it would be pretty suspicious to
drive slow enough to stay behind her, but keep up with her.  He
already had her address, and he could look it up on a map anytime. 
Despite not doing all these things he could do, this bit of scouting
had already been a success in just meeting her and confirming that
she really did exist.  The panties were great evidence, sure, but
nothing could beat a face-to-face meeting.
      
      He waited until she turned a corner, and then started his car.
He swung around and headed in her direction, even turning down the
same street she did.  He passed her, and as he did, he took note of
the adjoining streets, eventually finding the one he was looking for.
He turned down it, and started looking at the house numbers.  Before
he saw the correct address, he saw a car like his parked in one of
the driveways.  Recalling her mistaking his car for her mother's, he
figured that must be the correct house, and sure enough, as he got
closer he saw that it was the correct number.  He went on a ways up
the street, and found the dead end side street that miriam_rp had
suggested as a place for him to park.  He did so, and found that it
gave him a good vantage point to see the home from.
      
      Oswald sat there and waited, and after a few minutes, along
came Miriam, who went into that home.  He felt like a predator
stalking his prey, which, as soon as he had made the comparison in
his mind, he realized he actually was.  With a weird sense of
accomplishment, one somewhere between arousal and guilt for the crime
that he was now apparently intending to commit, Oswald started his
engine and drove slowly past the house.  He peered in through the
window in front, apparently the home's kitchen, and saw Miriam
talking to the woman he had been on cam with that night.  The woman
looked up at the slowly moving car and for a moment her eyes met
Oswald's.  As though there was a telepathic link between them,
conveying who he was and what he was doing there, the woman smirked
at him, and Oswald pressed down on the gas pedal.
      
      He drove straight home, the trip having been more than
successful.  Not only had he confirmed where she lived, but he had
confirmed various other details of her life.  She enjoyed basketball
enough to play alone until it was too dark to see, she appeared
likely enough to put up a fight when he would make his move, she
wasn't afraid to talk to strangers, and she appeared to get along
reasonably well with her mother.  Briefly, Oswald considered
befriending her, and seeing if he could work his way into her virgin
pussy that way, but he knew he could never trick her mother, not
after she'd made him during his drive-by.  What if he could have them
both?  The mom wasn't bad looking, and obviously a perv like him.  A
mother/daughter threesome suddenly seemed like a real possibility. 
Except for the whole rape thing of course.
      
      Walking in the door of his apartment, his eyes fell upon his
computer.  He'd already beat off earlier on the phone with Kate, so
he didn't necessarily want to cyber with anybody right now, but would
miriam_rp be online and waiting for him?  She was never on earlier
than midnight, so he had a few hours to kill, but just to be safe, he
loaded up the chat and left it to idle while he went about the
maddening task of waiting.  He tried watching some TV, but every time
he got a message alert, he rushed to see who it was, only to be
disappointed that it was not miriam_rp.  This went on for the next 3
hours or so, until finally, one of his hurried trips to the computer
brought him a chat window with miriam_rp's name on it.
      
      <miriam_rp> hello again ;)
      <DeepInU> hi
      <miriam_rp> i see you found the house
      <miriam_rp> and the panties too
      
      Oswald wondered how she knew about that already.
      
      <DeepInU> yeah i ddi
      <DeepInU> *did
      <miriam_rp> when she got home, she said their was a guy with a
car like mine at the park
      <miriam_rp> your quite the stalker
      <DeepInU> wasn't planning on it, it just happened
      <miriam_rp> mm i'm sure :)
      <DeepInU> how'd you know i got the panties?
      <miriam_rp> how do you think i hid them in the first place?
      
      Oswald figured that was a good an answer as it was a question.
A grown woman doesn't just walk into a men's locker room and plant
evidence of her involvement in erotic photos of her own daughter.
      
      <DeepInU> her dad hide them?
      <miriam_rp> :) somebody did
      <miriam_rp> a girl's gotta have some secrets
      
      It wasn't really a confirmation that this woman had a male
accomplice in this plot, but it wasn't a denial either, and the
evidence seemed to be pointing towards that.
      
      <miriam_rp> o, i gotta tell you too
      <miriam_rp> i noticed some interesting stuff on my comp tonite
      <miriam_rp> web sites i didn't goto
      <DeepInU> what kinda sites?
      <miriam_rp> stuff about dicks
      <miriam_rp> i had no idea she was curious!
      <DeepInU> had "the talk" with her yet?
      <miriam_rp> nooooo...guess i should, huh?
      <miriam_rp> before she gets it from you ;p
      
      Oswald had to chuckle at that.
      
      <DeepInU> i don't think i'd be doing much talking ;)
      <miriam_rp> god, i'm soaking thinking about it
      <miriam_rp> i hope she shows me after you do it
      <miriam_rp> her bloody cummy pussy
      
      Oswald was a little surprised by that.  He had been planning
on pulling out, not wanting to risk an impregnation with this already
criminal act.
      
      <DeepInU> you want me to shoot inside?
      <miriam_rp> yesssss, deep deep in her
      <miriam_rp> so i can tell her that mommy has to inspect it
      <miriam_rp> and i can put my finger deep inside
      <miriam_rp> finger my baby's cream pie
      
      If Oswald wasn't planning on jacking off before, he sure was
now.  His mind flashed back to the pictures with the poured out
condom on her body.  That could be his, not just smeared around on
the outside either.  However, he felt that he did have to ask the
what-if question.
      
      <DeepInU> what if she gets knocked up?
      <miriam_rp> what if she does
      <miriam_rp> wouldn't be the first girl to have a rape baby
      
      Oswald wondered if maybe the same thing had happened to this
woman, not with Miriam though, as the ages wouldn't make sense, but
maybe in her past.
      
      <miriam_rp> oop, gotta go, work tomorrow and all that...but
one last thing before I go
      
      Oswald got a file transfer of a picture.  As soon as it
finished transferring, miriam_rp logged off.  He opened it, and could
only weakly chuckle at the contents.  It was a photo of Miriam, this
time not passed out, but very much alert, and also very much naked. 
She was in the shower, with a shocked look on her face and her hands
coming up to cover herself, but doing a rather poor job of it.  No
doubt her mother decided to surprise her daughter in the shower. 
Oswald could only wonder at how she managed to explain the picture
being taken in the first place.
      
      He added the picture to the others of Miriam and flipped
through them as he beat off for the 2nd time this evening.  Could he
really go through with this, and take this young girl's unspoiled
body solely because her mother wanted it to happen?  His cock
twitched and pulsed as he viewed a picture of Miriam's spread pussy,
that little entrance looking so perfect and untampered with.  Her
mother's words echoed in his mind, and his imagination placed the cum
he was now shooting into his hand inside that virgin body, and
trickled out of that pink hole.  Oswald couldn't deny that he was now
leaning more and more towards making this a reality.
      
      The next few days passed without any contact with the mother,
Miriam, or even Kate.  Oswald made driving past the house and the
park part of his daily routine.  He'd catch glimpses of the mother
and daughter through the home's windows, but if he was noticed
driving by, there was not a sign.
      
      At last the weekend came, and with it came a phone call.
      
      "Hi mister!" chirped Kate's voice on the other end.
      
      "Oh, hello Kate, how are you?"
      
      "Bored.  Wanna play?"  She sounded like it was the most normal
proposal in the world from a little girl to a grown man.
      
      "Play?  Play what?" Oswald asked, feeling a little suspicious.
      
      "You know, whatever.  I'm gonna be at the park if you wanna
come and play too."
      
      "What park?"
      
      "The park near my house...oh, you don't know where I live, do
you?  It's Two Oak Park.  Hope I see you!" And with that, the line
clicked.  Oswald looked at his phone like it had just told him the
strangest thing, which to a degree it had.  It was a pretty strange
request from a little girl, he thought, but he'd thought for a while
now that Kate was strange for a little girl.
      
      Regardless of how odd it was, he looked up the park's
location.  If his desk had been a little higher, his chin would have
hit it.  This was the same park where he'd seen Miriam a week
earlier.  A coincidence, he was sure, after all there was an
elementary school nearby and no doubt the homes were full of families
with children, it was a great location.  There was a decent chance
the two of them knew each other as well, since they were only a year
or so apart in age.
      
      He looked at the clock, it was just after noon.  Much like
when Miriam's mother had made him her offer, he was suspicious.  Was
this some kind of trick?  Was Kate's father behind this, and using
her to lure him out to be arrested as a predator?  But that didn't
make sense, Kate had his phone number, and that would make it so easy
to find him.  No, there was nothing about Kate so far as, and as
little as, he had known her, that would suggest deceit.  If anything,
she seemed rather lonely, the way she kept to herself in the pool
that day, and how brightly her smile had shown when he gave her his
phone number.  It certainly looked as though she took risks just to
talk to him again.  At the very least, just like when he had
encountered Miriam, it was worth driving past the park to see what he
could.
      
      He waited an hour after the call, and then drove to the now
familiar neighborhood.  He nearly went to Miriam's house out of
habit, but instead drove past the park.  Sure enough, he spotted Kate
on the playground equipment, and did not see her father, or any other
adult men for that matter, around her.  He did decide to be cautious
and drove around a bit, looking for signs of a sting operation. 
After a good 15 minutes of doing so, he decided it was safe, and
returned to the park.  Exiting the car, he surveyed the park.  There
were some women with children there, some of whom looked at him with
suspicious eyes.  He couldn't blame them, he was a single man at a
park with children in it.  Luckily for him, he had an accomplice.
      
      "Uncle!" shouted a familiar voice, and Kate came running to
him and hugged him around his waist.  He bent down and patted her on
the back.
      
      "Ozzy," he whispered in her ear.  She looked up at him
confused.  "Uncle Ozzy.  You can't call me 'Mister' all the time," he
explained and she grinned understandingly at him.
      
      "C'mon, Uncle Ozzy, come push me on the swing!" she said
before racing back to the equipment.  She was wearing a strappy style
rainbow polka-dotted top that loosely swayed about her chest and
waist but left about a half inch of exposed belly at the bottom. 
Below that were a pair of sky blue shorts that left her legs nicely
displayed.  She still looked every bit a little girl, but one could
easily imagine the teenager she was due to become.
      
      As the afternoon passed, Oswald felt his suspicions and nerves
settle.  With every push on the swing and lift on the see-saw, he was
further and further away from what brought him to this park only days
earlier.  Every laugh and giggle Kate made took him away from their
sexually charged meeting at the pool.  Despite his many opportunities
to look down her top at her boyish chest, he didn't feel like using
that moment to sexualize her as he had in the locker room, or later
that day when they masturbated of their own accords on the phone
together.  Oswald and this mysteriously complex little girl left all
that behind themselves and just had fun together.
      
      It was during a game of hide and seek a few hours later, when
Kate's excellent hiding spot was given away by the sound of her
stomach growling.  Oswald was able to sneak up from behind her and
poke her in the sides where her bare skin was exposed.  She shrieked
in terrorized laughter and pounded a little fist against his arm.
      
      "You scared me!" she giggled through gasps of breath.  Her
stomach gurgled again, and she put her hands to her tummy with a
silly grin.  "I'm hungry.  Let's go eat."  Oswald looked at her
funny.  Did she mean to take him to her house?
      
      "Where?" he asked her.
      
      "I dunno.  You came in your car, so let's go."  Oswald was
more than a little surprised by this suggestion.  He'd only meant to
meet her in this park, not take her from it.  Quickly his suspicion
returned, was this another trick?
      
      "Didn't your dad tell you not to get in cars with strangers?"
he replied cautiously.
      
      "You're not a stranger," she said, putting her hands on her
hips and adopting a sassy attitude, "you're my Uncle Ozzy!"  She said
it loud enough for everybody in the park to hear, and shook her hips
from side to side on each syllable of his title and name.  "Now let's
go!" and she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her to his car. 
Oswald had no doubt that she was flirting with him, and even that she
knew that there was a small sexual component to their budding
friendship.  He found himself just going along with it, so taken in
by her energy, it was almost like he was put on automatic as he
unlocked the car door for her and then got in the driver's seat.
      
      "Ok...now where to?" he asked her.  She sat for a moment in
thought.
      
      "Let's go to Cindy's!" she said, indicating a fast food
restaurant nearby.  Oswald nodded, and started the engine.  As he
drove out of the residential area, it occurred to him that he
shouldn't take her to the local Cindy's location, but to another one
in the next town, where they were less likely to run into anybody
that might know her.  Kate watched the scenery go by, and realized
that this wasn't just an alternate route to her Cindy's that Oswald
was taking.  "Hey...w-where are we going?" she asked, a little
scared.  Oswald looked over at her and realized she was near tears.
      
      "We're going to Cindy's, like you asked," he reassured her,
but not well enough.
      
      "Y-you're not o-one of th-those bad g-guys who hu--" she could
barely say the word, less she give voice to the thought, "hurt little
girls, are you?"  Some tears dripped from her eyes.  Her easy and
happy nature was gone, and Oswald knew he should have said something
first.  He pulled the car over and stopped the engine.  He turned to
her, and she shrunk back in her seat, like she was trying to
disappear into the door.
      
      "No, Kate.  I'm not going to hurt you, or rape you, or do
anything bad to you.  You know that we're pretending that I'm your
Uncle, right?"  She nodded, but was still looking like she was about
to flee.  "Ok, if we go to the Cindy's close to your house, we might
see somebody there, who knows you, but doesn't know me, and wouldn't
believe our Uncle story, ok?"  She nodded in agreement again, and
seemed to relax as his reasoning processed through her brain.  "So
we're still going to Cindy's, but the one in the next town where
nobody knows either of us.  I'm sorry, and I should have explained it
to you first so you wouldn't be scared."  Kate sniffled, and wiped at
the tears on her cheeks.
      
      "Ok," she said, and wiped at the tears that had yet to fall,
but had already welled up in her eyes.  She still looked like she was
withdrawn in a defensive position, but her mood had at least
improved.  Oswald started the car up again, and continued to drive to
their destination.  It was a very quiet ride, and Oswald could tell
that Kate was watching him and their surroundings like a hawk, making
sure that he hadn't lied to her.  Finally, after 10 minutes of
tension in the air, the sign for the Cindy's restaurant came into
view, and it wasn't until they were in the parking lot that Kate
looked completely relieved.  Before they got out of the car, Oswald
turned to her.
      
      "You didn't really think that I was going to do something
awful to you, did you?" he asked her.
      
      "Well...daddy says that some people do, and they'll lie to get
my pants off."  She looked down, a little embarrassed at the
implication of what would probably happen after that.  Oswald smiled
and leaned over to her.
      
      "Good thing you're wearing shorts then, huh?" he joked, which
made her blush and laugh.
      
      Inside they didn't have to wait long in line, and Kate knew
exactly what she wanted, whereas other kids might have hemmed and
hawed for a while at the menu.  Minutes later they were seated and
eating.  Obviously Kate's mood was 100% improved, and that brought
Oswald some relief as well.  Even though he knew that nobody here
would know who either of them were in relation to each other, it
still would have stressed him if Kate had been upset in the
restaurant.  He sighed in relaxation...and then it happened.
      
      "Ozzy?" said the woman holding the to-go bag and standing at
the end of the table, looking at him and Kate eating together. 
"Ozzy?  Who is this?" she asked him.  Of all the people he could have
run into here, it was her.  He racked his brain to come up with an
explanation of who Kate was, when the little girl answered for him.
      
      "He's my Uncle Ozzy!"  If you had poked Oswald's chin with a
needle at that moment, all the blood in his face would have gushed
out of the wound.
      
      "Uncle?  Oswald?  Who is this girl?"
      
      "She, um, she's a..."  It felt like he struggled to answer for
hours, but it was only seconds before he thought of Uncle Rex and had
his answer.  "She's a neighbor of mine at the apartments, and I'm
good friends with her family, so she calls me Uncle...you know, like
we did with Uncle Rex?" he told the woman, praying that she'd buy it.
      
      "Oh?" she said, blinking at the answer, processing it while
looking at Kate, who was also just now hearing this story for the
first time.  That gave Oswald the opportunity to introduce the two.
      
      "Wanda, this is Kate.  Kate, this is my big sister, Wanda."  A
look of realization washed over Kate's face as she realized what a
mistake she'd just made and had nearly blown their cover story.
      
      "H-hi," said the little girl, a little sheepishly.  'Uncle'
had been her idea, and it had nearly backfired.
      
      "She's your neighbor?" Wanda asked again, more slowly.
      
      "Yep," Oswald replied quickly.  "215, right next door to me." 
He had to add the apartment number, he knew she'd try to trip him up
by asking Kate.
      
      "And, you're here with her?  Alone?"
      
      "Yeah...her, um, her parents were busy today with, um...the
baby, they're having a baby, so they asked me to watch Kate for the
day."
      
      "So you took her to Cindy's, 15 miles from home, when there's
one down the street from your apartment?"  Oswald didn't have an
answer for that little detail...but Kate did.
      
      "We went to the museum!" she interjected and pointed out the
window.  Across the state highway they were currently located along
was a little building with a sign above it.  It read 'County
Agricultural Museum.'  Oswald hoped that Wanda had never been inside
that building.
      
      "Oh...what was your favorite part of the museum, Kate?" 
Oswald's hope was dashed, but only for a moment.
      
      "I really liked the part about the early settlers and how they
raised chickens to poop and make the soil fertile," Kate masterfully
responded.  Oswald tried to keep from showing his surprise at the
answer.  Wanda just smiled and nodded at the little girl.
      
      "Yeah, I liked that part too."  She paused for a moment. 
"Kate, I need to use the little girl's room, would you like to come
with me?"  Both Oswald and Kate knew that this was less of a
question, and more of an order.  They shared a look and Kate got up
from her seat, and went with Wanda to the restroom.
      
      Oswald allowed himself a moment to relax.  Wanda was a trial
lawyer, and asking questions to find the truth was her job.  She'd
managed to coax practically every secret he had out of him in their
youth, so efficiently so that their parents had always included her
in getting to the bottom of whatever mischief he'd gotten involved in
when they were younger.  That wasn't the only reason though that he
worried about Kate going with Wanda alone.  Of all the people he
knew, Wanda was the only one that had particular insights into her
brother's interests, and for good reason.  She was why.
      
      After a few moments, the pair returned.  Wanda was smiling,
but Kate had a somewhat dour look on her face.  Kate sat back down
across from Oswald and Wanda picked up the to-go bag she had left on
the table.
      
      "It was very nice to meet you, Kate.  I'll see you later,
Ozzy," she said, and left the two of them.  Oswald watched her go,
and then turned his eyes back to Kate.  The little girl seemed to be
almost glaring at him.
      
      "What?" he asked her.  He had no idea what his sister had told
her...well, no, he had some idea, just no confirmation of it yet. 
Kate looked around a bit, and then took a sip of her drink.
      
      "I'll tell you in the car," she said ominously.  Oswald knew
she was a smart kid, and could think pretty quick on her feet.  The
fact that she wanted to only talk in private meant Wanda had revealed
something to her.  At the very least, Oswald was encouraged by the
fact that Kate was willing to get in a car with him still.  Not much
else was said over the meal, and Oswald was anxious to know what it
was that had turned Kate's mood, even if he had some serious
explaining to do.  No sooner than the car doors had closed, did Kate
tell him.
      
      "Wanda said you like to touch little girls."  Oswald sighed,
he knew it.
      
      "Anything else?"
      
      "She told me that you like to put your fingers," Kate paused
as her face grew red, "you put your fingers in their privates while
they're asleep."
      
      "And did she tell you how she knows this?" Oswald responded. 
Kate just shook her head.  "Well, I'll tell you.  She knows this,
because she made me do it."  Kate cocked her head to the side and
looked at him.
      
      "Huh?"
      
      "When Wanda was 12, I was only 9 years old," he explained. 
"One day when our parents were gone, she told me to come to her room.
She took off her pants and panties, and sat down on her bed with her
legs spread open."
      
      "Seriously?"  Kate expression looked like Oswald was trying to
convince her that the Easter Bunny was real.
      
      "Seriously.  She pointed at her...self, and told me to put my
fingers there.  So I did, and she told me to rub, so I did.  I didn't
know what I was doing, or why, only that I had never gotten to see a
naked girl like that before.  While I was doing this, I could see
inside...you know, between the lips where everything is, and so I
tried to put my finger in there.  That got her angry, and she told me
to stop and go to my room.  She never asked me to do it again, but I
couldn't stop thinking about it.  I was so curious about what was in
there, and I thought about it a lot.  
      
      "So the next month we went on a family vacation, and the two
of us had to sleep in a bed together.  The first night, I realized
the opportunity I had, so once she was asleep, I put my hand in her
panties, and...yeah, like she said."  The look on Kate's face was one
of complete amazement.
      
      "Did she catch you doing it?"
      
      "If I did that to you, would you catch me?"  Kate just nodded
with big eyes.  "She told me that if I ever did that to her again,
she would cut off my dick and feed it to our dog."
      
      "Whoa..."
      
      "Yeah, whoa.  So, now you know what my sister meant by what
she told you.  I was a curious little kid, and it was all because of
something she made me do in the first place."  Oswald could tell from
the look on her face that he had managed to turn the tide in his
favor.  Of course, he didn't tell her how his sister had caught him a
few years later with the younger neighbor girl doing the same thing,
nor how she also caught him spying on their preteen female cousins
getting dressed with his hand pumping away in his pants.
      
      "So, um...did your d-dick get hard?" Kate asked innocently, or
at least as innocently as that question could be asked.
      
      "You mean with Wanda back then?  No, I was too young to really
understand that I should find that sort of thing sexy."  Kate took in
that answer, and applied it.
      
      "So then, at the pool, with me, when I saw your wiener in the
locker room...it was soft at first, then...I saw it grow while you
looked at me."  Oswald couldn't argue that fact, and he couldn't tell
her she was mistaken either.
      
      "Yes, Kate, it did."
      
      "You...you were thinking sex things about me, weren't you?"
      
      "N-not exactly.  It's a little more complicated than that."
Oswald was going to explain to her that it was because she was
looking at him that got him excited, but his denial of her body
causing his excitement caused a hurt expression to cross her face.
      
      "I want to go home," she said flatly, turning away from him
and putting on her seatbelt.  "Take me back to the park."
      
      "Kate, it's not because-"
      
      "Just take me back!" she yelled.  "Take me home, or I'll
scream you r-raped me."  That was an empty threat, one he could see
in how she stuttered against the word, as though she didn't really
mean it.  Despite the threats, it was clear that something he'd said
had hurt her.  He didn't know if she was fostering a crush on him, or
if she'd had some kind of pride in her body that he'd just stepped
on, but she didn't want to talk or hear about it.  So Oswald did the
only thing he could at that point, and drove her back to the park.
      
      As he pulled up to the curb, Kate disconnected her seatbelt
and was opening the door before the car had fully stopped.  As she
made her exit, Oswald said the first thing that came to mind, the
only thing that really mattered to him at the moment.  "I had fun
with you today, Kate."  It was enough to make her pause before she
shut the door, but not enough to get any words back in return.  He
watched her walk away and into the park entrance that ran between two
houses.  He considered briefly following her home, but he was already
'stalking' one girl in this neighborhood, and figured it might not be
worth going after a second.
      
      A week passed, and Oswald had had no further contact with
Kate.  miriam_rp only was on IRC once during that time, and brought
tidings of catching her daughter on the computer looking at porn. 
Other than that, Oswald's shadow life as a pedo stalker had taken a
vacation.  Another week followed, again no Kate and no miriam_rp. 
Oswald did make a trip to the neighborhood twice though, driving by
both the park and Miriam's house, but saw neither of the two girls
either time.
      
      As the third week passed without any kind of contact from
Kate, Oswald resigned himself to the fact that she probably wouldn't
call anymore.  He had to remind himself that she was a child and he
was an adult, and that even if she kept in touch with him, that she
would remain immature in her views on love and sex.  If he was a
crush, the first spark of puppy love in her young life, then he'd
probably also be her first heartache and heartbreak as well.
      
      That Friday he went out with some friends that he had not seen
since high school.  He couldn't deny that he had a good time, and it
seemed like just the thing to fight off the sullen mood he'd gotten
into since Kate walked from his car.  It was past midnight when they
parted ways, and as Oswald drove home, he noticed where he was.  He'd
never driven to the house at night, but of course he'd have to if he
was going to go through with this.
      
      He parked in the little side street that miriam_rp had
suggested for him.  He had a great view of the house and the street
without being too obvious.  This was the first time he'd actually
stopped to look at the surroundings, because every time previous he'd
just driven by without being able to really take in the details of
the place and put what he'd been told to use.  The neighbor on the
right had dogs, so he would have to go around to the back from the
left side, only the left side had a motion sensor light that he would
set off if he didn't stay close to the house.  Once back there, he'd
find a spare key under the 3rd rock from the back door, or he could
use the window with the bad latch next to the door.  The neighbor
across the street worked late, so-
      
      His train of thought was interrupted by the motion sensor
light going on, and he saw a figure rush through the illuminated
area.  They moved too quickly and he was too far away to see much
detail, but they appeared to be of smaller stature and thin.  The
person, now in the darkness of night stood on the sidewalk in front
of the house for a moment and then sat down on the curb, as though
they were waiting for something.  
      
      Within a minute or two, a car came down the street, flashing
their headlights once before turning them off.  The dark figure got
to its feet and the car came to a stop in front of them.  Oswald
watched closely and tried to confirm his suspicion as to this
person's identity, and when the car door opened and the interior dome
light lit up their face and torso Oswald got his confirmation. 
Miriam was on the move, no doubt without her mother's knowledge.
      
      The car drove away from the house and Oswald watched as it
passed his position, a very happy looking Miriam sitting in the
passenger seat.  Was he intrigued?  Of course he was; how could he
not be?  He took his queue from the mystery car and started up the
engine but kept his headlights off so not to attract attention.  He
managed to keep pace with the car, despite the lead it had on him,
reaching intersections just in time to see their taillights beckoning
the way to go.
      
      They turned onto the local highway, and Oswald was able to
keep better tabs on where they were going, but he wouldn't have to do
that for long.  They made a right turn into a church parking lot, so
Oswald went past them and made a left into the parking lot of a strip
mall on the other side of the highway.  He parked and watched as
Miriam and the driver, a man, exited their car.  Something looked
different about Miriam, but he couldn't quite make out what it was
from the distance he was at.
      
      They walked past the main church building and made for a
smaller building off to the side and near the back.  The man paused
in front of the door, unlocking it most likely, and the two went
inside, a light going on and then the door closed behind them,
swallowing up the light.  If Oswald wanted to know what they were up
to, he'd have to get closer.  He got out of the car and looked up and
down the 4-lane road.  He saw no cars in either direction at this
hour, save for the one that just went past him, and he jogged across
to the other side.
      
      He approached the car, a blue 2-door sports car, and looked in
the passenger side window.  He saw laying on the floor pajama pants
and a crumpled pair of light green panties.  He realized now what was
different about Miriam when she got out of the car, she had been
naked from the waist down.  He thought that was a rather daring thing
for her, and her male companion to have her do, even in the middle of
the night.  
      
      Now he set out for the building, it looked like an equipment
shed, really no larger than a riding mower...which just happened to
be parked outside of it.  Oswald mused that it was likely to be
stolen left out in the open all night like that.  As he got closer,
he heard the sounds that he fully expected to hear from inside.  A
mixed gender duet of grunting, sighing, and moaning reached his ears,
and when he listened closely the slapping of flesh on flesh joined
them.  The ground immediately outside the door was covered in loose
gravel, so he dared not step in it to peer through the crack between
the doors, but at this point he saw no need in visually confirming
what his ears were already telling him.
      
      "God, Miri, I'm cumming!" said a male voice.
      
      "In me!  Stay in, I'm safe," she responded, and the resulting
shout and groan from the man indicated to Oswald that he had done
just that.  The grunting and moaning noises ceased for a moment and
then Oswald heard the sound of movement.
      
      "Your little pussy is a mess, Miri," the man said.
      
      "Sorrrrry," she whined.  "You put too much in it this time,"
she countered, her age showing in the way she seemed to think that
such a thing was controllable.
      
      "C'mere and clean me off, I gotta get you back home."
      
      "Ok, coach," she said, followed by some wet suckling noises.
      
      "Don't forget to finger yourself out too, you'll make a mess
in my car and your mom will see it all over your panties too," he
instructed her.  "Ok, that's good, let's go."
      
      Oswald moved away from the door and crouched behind the riding
mower.  He saw the door open and the light pour from the room briefly
before it went dark again.  The door then shut and a jingling of keys
as it was locked, and the two mismatched lovers walked from it. 
Oswald could now see clearly Miriam's bare ass and legs as she walked
to the car.  She walked a little bow legged, not just because she'd
been fucked by an older man, but because her hand was between her
thighs, wiping and scooping the cum from her freshly creamed pussy
and then shaking her hand to fling it to the ground.  She did this
right up until the car door opened for her, and she reached down
inside for her panties and slipped them on before getting in.
      
      Oswald waited until after the car had driven away before
coming out of hiding.  As he returned to his own car across the
highway, he reviewed all that he had learned.  The man was a coach of
some kind, and one who had keys to the church's property.  Obviously
he had also learned that Miriam was not a virgin, and hadn't been one
for a while either.  She was however still infertile, or at least was
up to this point.  Oswald had at least one friend who had a late
bloomer for a girlfriend in school and wound up a father before there
had been any warning that such a thing could take place.
      
      More than what he had discovered about Miriam that night, was
the fact that her own mother likely had no clue that this was taking
place.  In all her communications with him, she had repeatedly
trumpeted that her daughter was a shy curious virgin who had only
seen cocks in pictures on the Internet.  To Oswald that had really
been the lure of the whole thing.  He had no taste for rape, at least
that's what his mouth would say if you had asked him to his face, but
buried deep down the idea of taking a woman, or in this case a young
girl, by force was one of those base primal instincts that never
seemed to be completely washed away by society.
      
      What had carried him this far was the prospect that Miriam
would be unsullied and pure for him.  None of the other women he'd
been with, the youngest being 17, had been virgins for him.  He never
got the feeling from any of them that he would never be anything but
some guy they had let between their legs once or twice or ten times. 
He wasn't a great and skilled lover, nor was he marriage material at
the time he had been with any of them, and when he parted ways with
each of them none of them had struggled to keep him close.  He was
just some guy, not their first guy.
      
      But for Miriam, he would have been her first.  He would have
been this stranger who covered her mouth, pinned her to the bed, and
thrust himself inside of her.  With the skewed blessing of her
mother, he would have been the person that she would have thought of
every time a cock went inside of her.  That was all gone now.  He
hated that he now thought of her this way, but he couldn't help
seeing her now as being second-hand and used.
      
      When he got home, he went to his computer and connected to
IRC.  miriam_rp was rarely online this late, and Oswald had no doubt
that Miriam would have snuck out of the house if her mother had been
awake.  He sent a !seen query to one of the IRC bots that kept order
in the chat room, and it confirmed to him that miriam_rp had not been
online in the last 3 days.  He went next to the pictures that she had
sent him of Miriam.  
      
      Why he hadn't thought to check this before, he didn't know,
but he looked at the file date and times that had been preserved in
the zip archive.  The swimsuit pictures were recent, no more than 3
months older than the night she had sent them to him.  The nude
pictures however seemed to have been taken at least 1 year earlier. 
Miriam's chest was flat, and her spread vulva showed a clear hymen
encircling her pink hole.  Closing his eyes he could see the way she
looked tonight, under the t-shirt she wore there were clearly little
bumps, and though he hadn't seen between her legs tonight, he was
pretty sure that hymen was long gone.  Miriam had been a fantasy
turned potential reality turned fantasy again, all in one night.
      
      Oswald masturbated to those pictures again, feeling freer
about objectifying her in his mind now than he had when he still
considered her to be an innocent.  He no longer felt guilt about any
of it, about his thoughts or desires or plans that he had begun to
make in the pursuit of her virginity and body.  He had never fully
committed to raping the girl, and now he knew for certain that it was
something that he would not be doing.  His semen shot out of him
while he looked at her cum painted slit.  It was an artificial scene
created by her mother through drugs and a used condom, and not at all
real, not like the "mess" she had legitimately been given tonight.
      
      Despite all that he had witnessed and concluded about his
plans the night before, Oswald went back the next night and the night
after that, and every night for the next week and the week after
that.  He was not disappointed.  Nearly every night, almost like
clockwork, Miriam would sneak out of her house and wait at the curb
for the blue sports car.  He didn't always take her to the building
behind the church though.  Sometimes they would go to the park and he
would take her into the restroom building, for which he also had a
key.  Sometimes they would go to the school and enter through the
side door of the gym, again getting in with a key.  It quickly became
apparent that "coach" wasn't just something Miriam called him, and
this guy had been trusted with access to all these places.  One night
they had barely driven 50 feet before they pulled over and stopped
the car.  Oswald could see that Miriam had mounted him right there in
the driver seat and rode him to conclusion.  When they had finished,
she got out and walked back home, being gone from her bed for all of
10 minutes.
      
      There were of course a few nights that didn't go as smoothly. 
One time she didn't come out at all but the car would come by, and
later Oswald would check on IRC and see that her mother had been
online that night.  A few times she would come out, but coach would
not show up.  It seemed that their rendezvous were never set in
stone, but a matter of opportunity presenting itself for both of them
to meet up.  There did seem to be a certain ritual to it though. 
Miriam was always naked from the waist down when she would get out of
the car and went to fuck, and coming back she was always ridding
herself of the fluid evidence of the deed.  He never saw them kiss,
and when he had the opportunity to listen to them, she always called
him 'coach,' and any proclamations of affection she might make to him
were either ignored or met with a crass remark.  As if it wasn't
already obvious, she meant little more to this man than a warm place
to put it, and Oswald wondered if Miriam was the only one.
      
      One night Oswald decided not to go watching, and instead spent
the night on IRC.  As it happened miriam_rp made an appearance as
well.
      
      <DeepInU> hey there
      <miriam_rp> hello :)
      <miriam_rp> haven't seen you lately
      <DeepInU> yeah...
      
      He wondered if he should tell her what he knew and what she
didn't know.
      
      <miriam_rp> i caught her the other night
      
      That raised Oswald's eyebrow.  Was the jig up?
      
      <DeepInU> caught her?
      <miriam_rp> yeah, rubbing her pussy, she was so into it, it
made me wet just watching! :D
      
      Oswald couldn't suppress his smile.  Miriam was getting more
sex than her mother suspected and he was still in on the secret.
      
      <DeepInU> nice, did you watch her cum?
      <miriam_rp> no, she saw me watching and stopped, but we had a
great mom/dau chat after that
      <DeepInU> really?  what sort of chat?
      <miriam_rp> she asked if i did it too, and she had all these
questions about sex, i was actually kinda surprised by some of the
stuff she asked, she's pretty clever about it
      
      Pretty clever indeed.  It sounded like she was playing a role
for her mom despite her almost nightly escapades.
      
      <miriam_rp> she even used the word cum, kids these days know
so much!
      <miriam_rp> i hope you don't wait too much longer to visit,
she's so interested in this stuff you might just miss your chance ;)
      <DeepInU> yeah, sounds like she's good and horny like her mom
      
      If only she knew.
      
      <miriam_rp> so where have you been?  anyplace i might know? ;)
      <DeepInU> maaaaaaybe...been coming home awfully late these days
      <miriam_rp> ooh?  tried to get in yet?  i found the back door
unlocked one morning ;)
      
      It seemed Miriam was getting a little sloppy with her mom
catching her fingering away and leaving the door unsecured, but
Oswald didn't want to ruin the fantasy for mom just yet.
      
      <DeepInU> maaaaaaybe
      <miriam_rp> oh god, please do it soon, i get so hot just
thinking about it
      <miriam_rp> crap, gotta go, i think she's up
      
      And with that she signed off, presumably to spoil Miriam's
late night plans as well.  Oswald couldn't help feeling a little
sorry for her.  She seemed to have invested so much in this scheme,
going so far as to take pictures and plant those panties at the pool
for him to find.  He'd never be able to give her that bloodied pussy
to finger now.  Just like the chance of taking Miriam's virginity had
been stolen from him, miriam_rp's chance of seeing the aftermath had
been stolen from her.
      
      Almost a month had passed since he caught Miriam sneaking out
in the middle of the night, and Oswald had taken to spending every
other night watching for and then following Miriam and her coach out
to their late night sexings.  Those two weeks that he had been out
every night really hammered him at work the next morning, so it was
only two out of five work nights that he stayed out late.  His
weekends were always spent watching for them, and as it turned out,
that became a boon for his lovelife.
      
      One night on the weekend he followed the pair to a dance club.
Miriam didn't look anything near 21, so Oswald had no idea how they
got in, but after losing them in the crowd, presumably to vanish into
a backroom or restroom to have their fun, Oswald found himself being
hit on.  Her name was Clarissa, she was 19, brunette, slim and trim,
and Oswald was just her type.  By the end of the night he had
forgotten all about Miriam, and was much more interested in the way
this older teen was all but riding him in a booth.  His offer to take
her back to his place was met with a smile, a kiss, and a grab of his
throbbing cock through his pants, but also a refusal and a number
written on a scrap of paper.
      
      He called her the next day, and they made plans, at the
community pool of all places.  Thinking on it, Oswald saw that it was
a pretty good spot for a first date with a virtual stranger.  Open
only during the day, plenty of people around, and the dress code was
pretty casual.  Oswald also realized that Clarissa had smelled of
chlorine faintly at the club, which meant that she was a regular at
the pool.
      
      They met up in the lobby and Clarissa wasn't at all shy by
giving him a kiss on the lips.  For a first date, this was starting
pretty good, Oswald thought.  They parted ways into their separate
locker rooms after paying their fees, and the first place Oswald
looked as he entered was to the locker he had opened almost 2 months
earlier.  There was no sign on it this time that read 'OUT OF ORDER'
so that was the one that he chose to use, all the while chuckling at
his decision.
      
      He came out first and sat at the side of the pool, dangling
his feet in the water, while he waited for Clarissa.  She came out a
few moments later in an attractive one-piece purple swimsuit.  Inch
wide straps went over the shoulders to hold the cups that covered her
modest bust, which were fashioned to look like twisted fabric.  The
twisted and rippled effect of the suit gradually faded into a smooth
taut surface just above her hips and pulled into a tight little pouch
between her legs to conceal her slit and lips.  She saw the way he
was looking at her, and smirked.
      
      "Thinking about taking this off me already?" she teased,
implying he'd get the chance.
      
      "I think you'd be horribly offended if I wasn't planning on
it," he countered with a grin.  She sat down beside him and looked
him in the eyes, the same look of desire that she had that night in
the club flashed through them.
      
      "Be a good boy, and your plans might come true," she teased
and kissed him before slipping into the water.  "Now hurry up and get
down here before everybody else sees your boner."  Oswald didn't
exactly find the word 'boner' to be erotic, but it reminded him that
Clarissa was 10 years his junior and only a year out of high school. 
She was technically still a teenager, and the old rule of thumb 'half
your age plus seven' put her just outside the 'acceptable' age of
girls for him to date, but legally she was an adult, and he wasn't
about to turn her down.
      
      Oswald slid into the water and as he did, he soon found that
Clarissa was already halfway across the pool from him.  His earlier
guess that she was a frequent visitor here seemed to be on target,
and compared to how gracefully she seemed to move through the water,
he must have looked rather clumsy following after her.  She flipped
over onto her back and continued to glide across the pool while she
giggled and watched him in pursuit.  Oswald couldn't help noticing
that besides her breasts, a slight mound between her legs also rose
above the surface of the water with just the smallest of dimples in
it to mark where her sex spread apart.  He was reminded of the
picture of Miriam's pussy in those panties that he'd jerked off to
countless times.  Panties that he'd discovered here at the pool,
where he'd also discovered...
      
      "Kate!  Hurry up in there," shouted a man outside the exit of
the women's locker room.  Oswald's head whipped around to look, but
it was not the same man he'd seen with her that day.  It probably
wasn't even the same Kate anyways, and he turned his attention back
to his date.  Kate was too young and 2 months in the past, and
Clarissa was of age, and here; now.
      
      Finally Clarissa ran out of room to swim away, and waited for
him at the edge of the pool.  She gave a little yelp as Oswald swam
up to her and pulled her close to him, his cock pressed up against
her belly.  "How do you like the way I hide my boner from everybody?"
her asked her, making her blush and laugh.
      
      "No wonder you had trouble following me," she teased.  "That's
an awful lot of drag you're hauling around down there."
      
      "Oh yeah?  Know of a way I might be able to reduce it?" he
shot back.
      
      "Oh I do, only..." and she turned her gaze up at the lifeguard
on duty.  "Only I'm not eager to get banned from here just to get you
off."  She grabbed his cock under water and kissed him, giving it a
little squeeze.  "Remember, be a good boy."  With that, she took a
breath and submerged right in front of him.  Oswald wasn't sure, but
it felt like she gave his shaft a kiss as she dove down.  Oswald had
a mind to go after her, but the chlorine in the pool still stung his
eyes when he would open them.
      
      Instead he just turned around in the direction he thought she
went and scanned the faces of the other people there.  He saw her
half the pool away, her face showing the same degree of shock that
his was probably beginning to show.  It had been two months since he
last saw her, their very brief and unusual friendship coming to an
abrupt and stressful end when she walked away from his car at the
park.
      
      Clarissa popped up smiling from the water just a few feet in
front of Kate, and Oswald had to gather himself so that his potential
19-year old girlfriend wouldn't see him staring at his formerly
potential 10-year old girlfriend.  He smiled at her and then swam to
her side, trying not to look at Kate.  He didn't do a very good job
of that though, and Clarissa turned to look in Kate's direction as he
got close to her.
      
      "Wow, you really are a cradlerobber, aren't you?" she chided
him.  "Can't blame you though," she continued to Oswald's surprise. 
"She's got bigger tits than me."  Oswald was confused by that
comment.  Clarissa was at most a B-cup, and Kate...well, she was 10. 
It wasn't until he looked back at Kate again that he realized
Clarissa was looking at the busty teen girl further behind and to the
left of Kate.
      
      "N-no, I wasn't..." he started to defend himself, less
Clarissa feel insulted or jealous, but she just put her finger to his
lips.
      
      "Hey, don't worry about it, I know guys like big tits.  That's
why I became an expert with my mouth," and then she drew in close to
him and whispered in his ear, "but I could really use some practice
with my other holes."  Oswald could see Kate watching the two of
them, and by now had mostly figured out that they were a couple.  As
much as he wanted to say something to her, even just a hello, he
knew, and she knew, that they probably should stay strangers.
      
      "O-Ozzy?"  Well, one of them was thinking that anyways. 
Clarissa's eyes shifted to the pre-teen just a few feet away who had
put a smile up on her face, and Oswald knew he had to respond in kind
and not ignore her, or else Clarissa really would think he was
casting his eyes in younger directions.
      
      "Huh...oh, Kate!" he feigned surprise to see her.  "Clarissa,
this is..."  Who was this little girl to him?  He couldn't say she
was a neighbor, because Clarissa would soon know that was a lie, nor
could he call her a relative.  "...Kate, she's..."
      
      "He works with my daddy," Kate injected, with a bit of a smug
look, knowing that she'd just saved him.
      
      "Yeah, I work with her dad," Oswald said, feeling more
confident with the situation.
      
      "Oh?  Well hello, Kate, how are you?" Clarissa asked the
younger girl, her voice shifting to that not quite condescending but
measured tone that adults use when speaking to little kids.  Despite
sounding friendly towards Kate, a change seemed to come over
Clarissa's body language.
      
      "I'm great!" Kate answered.  "I had my birthday yesterday, I'm
11 now," she boasted, and seemed to grow a little taller as she stood
up on her toes under the water, preening.
      
      "Well happy birthday," Clarissa offered with a smile that
didn't entirely look genuine.  She looked at Oswald, who was in a
bout of awkward silence while the two exchanged pleasantries.
      
      "Happy birthday, congratulations," he said, feeling the
pressure to say something.
      
      "Thanks," Kate said, her otherwise forced looking smile
softening into something more real as her eyes shifted away from
Oswald.
      
      "Oh, Ozzy," Clarissa said, using his shortened name for the
first time in a sing-song voice, "look at the time, we should be
going," she insisted, nodding at the clock on the wall and hugging
her body up against one of his arms, pulling his limb possessively
between her breasts.
      
      "Are...are you guys d-dating?" Kate asked, sounding fearful of
the answer.
      
      "Yeah, well, it's our..." first date, Oswald was going to say.
      
      "...our anniversary," Clarissa said instead.  Oswald suddenly
felt very much like he was in the middle of a turf war, only he was
the turf.  "C'mon, Oz, we gotta go," said the teen tugging at his
arm.  Not only was she being fiercely possessive, but she also
sounded jealous and seemed to regard Kate with a wary eye.
      
      "Y-yeah, ok.  It was nice to see you again, Kate," he said,
earning him another yank on his arm.  He went willingly with Clarissa
then and Kate could only watch, her face a mix of emotions that she
fought to keep in check.  When they had reached the ladder out of the
pool, he turned to Clarissa to ask her what had distressed her, but
she was already on the last rung and making a beeline for the locker
room.  He turned back to look at Kate again, as though to make some
apologetic gesture, but she was gone from the spot in the water where
they had left her, and her head, if it was even above water, was lost
amongst the crowd.
      
      Oswald lagged in getting dressed, almost like he hoped that
Kate might pay him another sudden visit in the locker room as she had
that day they met, but of course there was no nude greeting for him
to give her this time.  Upon exiting to the front of the swim center,
he saw Clarissa sitting and waiting for him.  Her hair was still wet,
and there were a number of damp spots all about her clothes, like she
hadn't bothered to dry off before getting dressed.  If she was even
wearing a bra, it wasn't doing it's job as her nipples were plainly
visible pressing against the t-shirt she wore.  She saw him and got
up quickly and rushed over to him, putting her arms around his neck
and pressing her body and her lips to his with urgency.  Oswald
couldn't let her behavior go though.
      
      "What's wrong?" he asked her once she gave him the chance to
breathe.  Despite being a young woman, her demeanor changed to be
more like a young girl.
      
      "That girl...she...she doesn't mean anything to you, does
she?" she asked him, looking afraid.
      
      "Kate?  She's...she's a little girl, why are you so worried
about her?"
      
      "Can we...go to your place?" Clarissa responded, completely
dodging the question.  Oswald knew that pressing the issue wouldn't
do any good.  She was now like Kate had been in the car, unwilling to
talk, but desperate for him to take her anywhere but here where some
encounter had spooked her.  Clarissa knew she could offer her body to
him in exchange for peace on the matter, but Kate had lacked such
wiles and could only make threats to get him to cooperate.
      
      They exited the building, but rather than going with him to
his car she broke from him and went to her own, saying that she would
follow him.  Oswald knew this was so that she could continue to avoid
any questions, but as he drove, keeping track of her in the rear
view, he realized she would also be free to leave him at any time,
not relying on him to bring her back to her car when they were done. 
Maybe he was over thinking it, but he got the feeling there might not
be a second date once she left his apartment later.
      
      She had no trouble following him home, but stayed quiet once
out of the car but wore a smile on her face.  No sooner than he had
opened his door and led her inside was she undressing.  Her shirt
came off first, letting him see her perky braless breasts.  He had
barely even set his keys on the counter and she was on her knees
before him, fingers freeing his cock from behind button and zipper. 
It had been years since he had last been blown, so the feel of her
wet mouth surrounding his shaft was like seeing an old friend
again...only better because his dick was getting sucked.
      
      The smell of chlorine wafted up from her hair as she bobbed
her head on him, and he wondered if his cock tasted like the water in
the pool to her.  If it did, she certainly didn't mind, considering
the enthusiasm she was licking him with.  He groaned and moaned, and
felt his cock twitching in her mouth as she hit all the right places.
She seemed to take that as a sign, as she drew her lips off of him,
giving his pisshole a final lick, presumably to taste the precum he
had no doubt been oozing into her mouth.  She stood up and unzipped
the knee length skirt that was around her waist and let it drop to
the floor.  She was nude beneath, her chestnut hair well groomed into
a small patch above her slit.
      
      "Don't believe in underwear, huh?" Oswald joked.  Clarissa
just smiled and looked over her shoulder at the open bedroom door,
then back at Oswald before she turned and walked towards it, only her
socks and sneakers keeping her from being entirely naked.  He made to
follow her only to find that he was considerably overdressed, plus he
was restricted by the jeans that were around his knees.  He stepped
on the heels of his shoes to quickly get them off of his feet so that
he could hop and wriggle his way out of his pants as he moved towards
his goal, looking like something you might see in a X-rated romantic
comedy.
      
      He shed his shirt at the door and found Clarissa sitting on
the edge of his bed.  She spread her legs wide and lay back on the
bed before him.  Her hand went between her legs and spread the wet
lips of her pussy apart for him to see the soft pink inside.  "Here,"
she said, and Oswald obeyed.  As he came to lay upon her, she grasped
his cock with her hand and guided him into her body, giving her the
full length in one thrust.
      
      They gasped in unison at the coupling.  Though she was only
the 2nd youngest he'd been with, she was tight, wet, and narrow like
he had imagined Miriam might have been.  He felt her legs go up and
wrap around him and he proceeded to fuck her with fast stabbing
strokes which she approved with her whimpers and moans in his ear. 
As he went on at this pace, he realized he might not last long, but
he felt no closer to cumming now that he was inside her than he had
felt at the peak of her blowjob only moments ago.  
      
      Now that he thought about it, he had been hard and pressing
himself up against her while in the pool as well with little danger
of erupting.  As a younger teen he had always cum quickly after his
exploration sessions with the neighbor girl or while he peeped on his
cousins undressing.  But when it came to sex, he had always needed
that extra mental push, and there was only one sort of fantasy that
would get his cock to throb and pulse with his seed.
      
      He thought of Miriam as she appeared nude in the pictures her
mother had given him.  He thought of her hairless smooth pussy mound
and lips drizzled with the fluids from that condom.  He thought of
her in that car pulling off her pajamas and panties, her little cunt
likely dripping with anticipation of the fucking her coach would soon
give her.  He thought of her walking half naked from the car to get
for real what her mother could only achieve through sleeping pills
and plotting with strangers online.  He thought of her plunging a
finger into the sticky mess inside of her to get rid of it so that
her nightly activities wouldn't be discovered via a stained pair of
panties.  Finally he thought of her sitting astride her older lover's
lap in the car, riding his cock and taking his seed inside her within
walking distance of home.
      
      Everything that he had seen of the young girl in the last 2
months pushed him over the edge.  "Oh god, I'm--" he gasped, and saw
her face.  It wasn't Clarissa he saw just inches away from him, who
was panting and moaning and clenching her walls on his shaft.  It
wasn't Miriam he saw in his mind, her mouth open in a gasp like he
saw her do that night she made love in the car.  It was Kate.  In all
his imagined fantasies, memories, and throes of love making, it was
her face he pictured, and her voice from that phone call he heard. 
'It feels good,' she had said shortly before breathlessly and
abruptly hanging up the phone.
      
      Clarissa's pussy felt like it tightened around him as he
pumped his cum into her.  She gasped and shuddered and moaned about
how she could feel him filling her, but Oswald's mind was no longer
in the moment.  It was instead 30 minutes earlier at the pool, and
the look of surprise, followed by the smile, and then the
disappointment he had seen on the young girl's face in rapid
succession.  He stopped his thrusts and waited for the contractions
and spurts to end inside the body of this stranger lover he had in
his bed.  
      
      Although he did not go soft, he still felt like his cock
shrank up a little as he slid out of her and rolled onto his back on
the bed.  Clarissa turned onto her side and curled up next to him,
her hand going to her sperm soaked slit and playing with it lazily. 
They lay there in silence, each with their own thoughts, and then she
started to talk.
      
      "When I was 12, I had a friend, a little girl who lived next
door to me and was 2 years younger than me.  She was like a little
sister to me in so many ways, and since I was the youngest of 4, it
felt nice to be the older mature one that was looked up to and envied
for a change.  A ways down the street lived an older boy, he must
have been 16, and both her and I wanted to be his girlfriend. 
Naturally, I felt that I had the better chance than she did.  After
all, I had 2 years on her, I had a nice little pair of tits, and even
though it was just a little bit, I had hair on my pussy.  I was a
little chubby too, but not really overweight.  She was still a little
girl in every way, while I was a woman.
      
      "I practically threw myself at the boy just after my 13th
birthday, and although I had some idea of what was going to happen, I
just freaked out when his hand went between my legs.  I mean, when he
kissed me it was like I was in heaven.  When he groped my tits, I was
a little uncomfortable, but knew that boys liked boobs.  But the hand
rubbing my panties was just too much for me.  I pushed it away, he
called me a tease, and told me to jerk him off at least.  I did, but
the whole time I couldn't stop thinking that I'd screwed up my chance
with him.  He came, and I left feeling like an idiot.  I tried again
and again to see him after that, but he would always turn me down.
      
      "Finally, he agreed to see me again, but when I got there, she
was there as well.  She was already in his bed, naked.  They coaxed
me out of my clothes, had me submit to an inspection sort of thing,
and...and they just...they made fun of me.  They said my tits were
only big because I was fat, and they said my pussy was too hairy and
smelly.  Then they made me watch as he kissed her all over, sucked on
her little puffy nipples, and ate her hairless pussy.  Then...then
they fucked.  She didn't bleed, she didn't cry out in pain.  She
wasn't a virgin, and knew exactly what to do.
      
      "When they were done he told me to come over and lay on the
bed with them.  I just wanted to run away, but I also thought that he
had changed his mind, that he was going to fuck me too, and this was
how he would choose between me and her.  I laid down, and the first
thing that happened was she sat on me.  I'll never forget the feeling
of her little cunt drooling his cum onto my pudgy stomach.  She put
her hands on my tits and squeezed them.  I cried out and she called
me a crybaby.  Then I felt his fingers prying me open and then they
went inside.  I thought it was his dick at first, but then I saw him
sitting to the side jerking off while he fingered me.  It was so
rough, and so painful, I begged him to stop.  I was also ashamed,
because I had gotten a little wet while I watched them, and he had to
know that now.
      
      "I don't know why he stopped, but he did, and she got off of
me.  He told me to leave and never tell anybody, because he'd just
say I was a slut and a liar.  I got off the bed and got dressed so
quickly that I didn't care that I'd put my panties on backwards.  I
ran home, and took a shower to wash off the cum that had leaked on
me, but most of it was stuck all over the inside of my shirt or had
run down and soaked into the waistband of my panties.  I had started
my periods a few months earlier too, so I was scared that I might get
pregnant, but none of it got that far down.
      
      "I guess that when I saw Kate looking at you, talking to
you...the way she smiled at you...I was like I was competing with a
little girl again for the same boy.  Only this time, I was the
winning one, and she was the loser.  The way she looked at you, and
acted when you talked to her...she even pushed her chest out at you
for you to see it.  She loves you, and even if it's just as silly as
the love I felt for that boy of mine, I can't help but feel sorry for
her watching me drag you away so that we could do this."
      
      They lay in silence for a moment, her story explaining to
Oswald all that he'd seen from her interaction with Kate at the pool.
Although Clarissa was now a grown woman and no longer a timid virgin,
she was still deep down an insecure young girl who panicked at the
sight of a preteen with a crush on her man.  He wondered if she
thought history might have repeated itself today, but judging by how
she had labeled herself a "winner" and Kate the "loser," it was clear
that she thought it had, only with the roles reversed.
      
      He felt her hand grip his cock and squeeze it.  "I'd really
like to do this again," she said, "but only if you can promise to say
my name when you cum instead."  He looked at her curiously for a
moment, and saw for the first time that there were tears dripping
from her eyes.  Did he really say a name?  She sat up and slid off
the bed and walked from the room.  He got up and followed to the
bedroom's doorway and watched as she got dressed by the front door
where she had gone down on him.  She put her hand on the doorknob and
looked back at him, a weak smile on her face as she eyed him standing
there naked.
      
      "I don't blame you, Ozzy.  If I had a cock, I'd want to fuck a
little girl too.  It's better than breaking her heart."
      
      Her words echoed around inside his skull as he picked up the
clothes he'd shed along the way to the bedroom.  He'd known of course
that Kate was smitten with him.  It had been plain to him in the car
a month earlier, and with some degree of hindsight, it may have even
been a bit of puppylove at first sight for the little girl.  Oswald
knew that he wasn't in love with her, but she intrigued him all the
same.  For that month between his day with Kate and the night he'd
first caught Miriam and her coach he'd made probably 2 dozen trips to
their neighborhood.  He'd always passed the park on those trips, but
sometimes he didn't bother going past the house.  The park was a
place he'd encountered both girls, but the house belonged to Miriam
alone, and to reflect upon it he realized that she wasn't the one who
really drew him out there.  It was really Kate he had been looking
for.
      
      It wasn't that Oswald loved Kate.  No, it was more like she
was an enigma to him; a fascinating mystery for him to observe and
try to solve.  Miriam had already been exposed to him in every way
possible.  From the pictures of her mother violating her to the
midnight sex dates, he knew more about her intimately than Kate, whom
he'd spent several hours with.  If he had to choose between the
unknown and the known, he'd take Kate every time.
      
      It dawned on him then that it was curiosity that had driven
him the entire time.  Not just the last two months, but all the way
back to that day when his sister first spread her legs for him.  When
those panties slid down her legs, and gave him his first look at what
had been hidden from him all his life, it stirred his curiosity. 
That was why he'd tried to penetrate his sister, not once, but twice.
That was why he'd successfully done it with the neighbor girl years
later.  That was why he'd always remained interested in the bodies of
young girls.  Adult women weren't a mystery to him, certainly not
anymore with the Internet.  It didn't take any effort to find
pictures of a grown woman's cunt.  He'd been in 4 of them himself
with between his fingers and his cock.  He knew what they felt like,
how they smelled, how they acted.
      
      It was the pussy of a little girl that first stirred his
interests, and it still continued to do so.  Wanda had guarded hers
so carefully, threatening him when he dared to go beyond her puffy
outsides.  The neighbor girl had taken some coaxing, but a look at
his erection and some gentle touches on her panties had gotten her
legs apart and his index finger inside her half an inch before Wanda
had found them and put an end to it.  How he'd replayed that day so
many times in his fantasies.  
      
      He was 13, and she was only 11, but at glance some might have
mistook her for 14.  Her size had brought her a lot of unwanted
attention from older men, and she wasn't a stranger to their
advances, but when they would hear how old she was, they'd leave her
alone.  This had the effect of her becoming self-conscious of her
body, and convinced there was something wrong with it for adults to
both praise and avoid her because of it's awkward features.  She was
as tall as a high schooler, but only as busty as an older grade
schooler, and her face was as fresh as a teen starlet, but more cute
like a child than pretty like a woman.  
      
      He was being tutored by her older brother in math, and she
would tag along some times to do her homework with them.  They had
grown friendly in that way, and Oswald never considered her to be a
bother.  On that day, the brother had to leave early, but the girl
stayed.  They had started talking, and the topic had turned to
dating.  Oswald never had, and of course neither had she, but like
all burgeoning preteen girls, her head was full of romantic ideas
about being older and she couldn't resist asking.  When inquiries
about kissing or holding hands didn't get her any where, she began to
ask Oswald what he found attractive.  Though he'd usually only had
these sorts of discussions with other boys and felt the peer pressure
to answer "big tits" like all the rest, he told her instead the truth
that his sister's younger body had impressed upon him 4 years earlier.
      
      They went to his room where she allowed him to go under her
shirt.  A casual remark on his part about how hard he'd become piqued
her curiosity.  He placed her hand on his crotch and she could feel
it under his pants.  He asked her if I could do the same, and the
bargaining began.  He offered his pants off if hers would come off as
well.  She agreed.  She grabbed the serpentine shape pressed up
against his briefs almost as soon as his pants were off, and then had
to concede his hand to rub between her legs.  She'd confessed to
being touched before, but it never felt the way that he did it.  The
brief practice that Wanda had given him with making a girl feel nice
was paying off.  
      
      The friendly trust she put in him only went so far though, and
she refused to remove her panties.  His initial offer to expose
himself seemed only to scare her, and she refused, however his
slightly talented hands and the throbbing she could feel against her
palm pressed up on his hard dick made her cave in.  Down went his
underwear first, and shyly she inched hers off as well.  He promised
her she could see him cum if she would let him touch her, and she
agreed.  She spread her legs, and Oswald wasted no time in reaching
his target.
      
      That was how Wanda found them.  Oswald with his pants off and
cock hard, and the girl seated sideways on his bed, her legs apart
with half an inch of finger inside her.  In his memory of the
incident, Oswald did not recall the sound of his doorknob turning,
nor did he recall Wanda looking either shocked or surprised to see
them.  Rather, she looked positively bemused and giddy when she
strolled into the room.  Most likely she had been watching them for
some period of time, choosing only to intervene when Oswald was about
to finger the girl.  The girl began to cry, and was taken by Wanda
into her room where she was calmed down, redressed, and then left the
house.  Nothing further happened to Oswald from the incident, but
Wanda would often hold it over his head as blackmail in the rare case
that she would need him on her side.  As for the girl, she never
spoke of it again, and would always go home when her brother did. 
The family moved out 2 years later.
      
      Oswald stayed home that night.  He had considered going out to
follow Miriam, but he wanted to be home in case Kate called him.  Of
course it would have been strange for Kate to call him so late, but
he didn't want to miss her if she did.  As it turned out, miriam_rp
came online, so he wouldn't have seen Miriam tonight anyways.
      
      <miriam_rp> hey there
      <DeepInU> hello yourself
      <miriam_rp> you wouldn't believe the evening i had
      <DeepInU> oh?
      
      Oswald wondered if the jig was up.
      
      <miriam_rp> she's been pretty open lately about fingering
herself
      <miriam_rp> even doing it in front of me
      <miriam_rp> so like today we were watching tv, and her hand
was in her pants
      
      That impressed him.  So far Miriam had sounded like a modest
young girl, but he had to assume that her mother's openness in
talking about masturbation combined with her nightly sex sneak-outs
had broken down some of those barriers between parent and child.
      
      <miriam_rp> and she starts asking me about myfirst time
      <miriam_rp> she said some of her friends have done it already
      <DeepInU> so what did you tell her?
      <miriam_rp> oh god, well
      <miriam_rp> she's young you know, so i started with that, but
her friends are her age too, so
      <miriam_rp> i told her she should only do it with somebody she
loves, but then i remembered being a little girl and thinking my
stupid crushes were love
      <miriam_rp> i would have been riding cock at age 8 if my mom
told me the same thing
      <DeepInU> and did you tell her that too? :P
      <miriam_rp> haha, no :P
      <miriam_rp> so i asked her if she was thinking about doing it,
and she didn't say it so much as the look on her face told me so
      <miriam_rp> she says she's started putting fingers in her
pussy too
      <miriam_rp> so you'd better hurry or she might not have a
cherry left for you to break
      <DeepInU> don't worry, i plan on visiting soon
      
      It wasn't a lie.  Oswald hadn't entirely given up on Miriam,
but he didn't really know if he'd full out rape the girl like her
mother wanted.  He'd probably give her a good scare though.
      
      <miriam_rp> i can't wait
      <miriam_rp> so wanna rp? i'm all charged up thinking about my
baby fingering her wet cunt
      
      And so they did.  She wanted something close to a rape
fantasy, so he suggested to her something similar to Clarissa's past,
and she enjoyed every bit of it.  There was something about this
woman that made her love crying young girls and the pain they felt
being deflowered.  She seemed to love talking at length about the
tears, where and how they dripped and fell.  The stretching, tearing
pain of the hymen and vagina, and how it bled.  She wanted to be
abused and used for her cunt, so much so that Oswald wondered if that
had been a part of her own past, now fetishized and driving her ill-
fated plans for her own daughter to be similarly treated.
      
      They finished up close to 4am and Oswald went to his bed,
which still smelled of the sex he and Clarissa had earlier that day. 
He lay there, smelling that smell, his hand reaching out to find the
damp spot where their mix of juices had flowed from her body.  He
felt torn, like he could have either Clarissa or Kate, but not both
of them.  Clarissa was real, she was willing, and he hoped that if he
called her, she would agree to see him again, but doing so would most
likely end any chance he had with Kate...and really, what chance with
Kate did he have anyways?  She hadn't called him in months, and after
Clarissa clinging to him like that in front of her, he shouldn't
expect her to call anyways.  He groaned and buried his face in the
pillow, no longer wanting to have to think about this.  At least, he
thought, in his dreams he could have them both.
      
      His dreams weren't nearly as kind, nor at all sexual.  He
seemed to dream endlessly that he was missing phone calls.  Was it
Kate or Clarissa?  What if it was neither of them?  What if it was
Miriam's mother, calling to tell him she knew everything?  What if it
really all was a sting by the cops, and this call was to tell him he
was under arrest?  What if Wanda had decided sometime in the last two
months that she didn't believe any of what he and Kate had told her,
and she had called the cops too?  What if it was Kate's dad who had
learned everything from his scorned daughter?  The phone just kept
ringing, but he could never answer it in time to talk to anybody on
the other end.
      
      Ironically it was a ringing phone that woke him the next
morning, but rather than being anybody familiar on the other end, it
was a salesman trying to offer him a home equity loan.  Oswald tried
to throw himself back into sleep, but even though it was the weekend
and he had already slept in several hours, his mind was too alert to
be lulled back into a slumber.  The day felt rather lethargic to him,
and in light of the events of the previous day, most any following
day would have that same tone to it.
      
      Several times he picked up the phone to call Clarissa, but he
rarely got further than dialing the 3rd digit of her number when he
would realize that he didn't really know what to tell her.  He
honestly didn't remember saying Kate's name when he came inside his
teen lover, but that was what she had led him to believe.  He didn't
know the entirety of how she felt about that, or what she thought of
his illicit desires, but it felt like the door was open to pursuing a
relationship with her...but he had trouble believing that he actually
wanted to do so.
      
      When he wasn't staring at the phone in his hand, he would go
online.  He didn't spent much time in the chatroom during daylight
hours, and when he did, it was usually just to have something going
in the background while browsing the web, and if somebody hit him up
to chat or cyber, he'd switch over to them.  That too felt a little
played out and tired to him today though, and after a few people
tried to start something with him, he'd just lose interest and drop
them onto a temporary ignore list.
      
      It reminded him of the depression he fell into after his first
girlfriend broke up with him.  Nothing could capture his interest but
the thought of her, and those thoughts were generally melancholy. 
This time though, it was like he had lost two girlfriends, one by
indecision and one by interference from the other one.
      
      As the day wore on, he chided himself for letting it all go to
waste by preferring to stay there by the phone.  It was a little too
late before he realized he should have gone to the pool or the park,
maybe as a long shot, he'd have seen Kate at either of the two
places, and maybe have gotten a chance to speak with her.  As the
dark of night took over though, he knew there was one thing he could
do to take his mind off his troubles.
      
      Right on time he saw her come around the side of the house and
sit by the mailbox in her pajamas.  She was horny tonight, and he
watched as she stuck her hand under the waistband of her pants and
played with herself while she waited.  She didn't have to finger
herself for long though as the blue sports car soon arrived and she
hurried to her feet and got in the passenger side door.  While Miriam
and her coach drove off for some semi-secluded spot to fuck for the
night, Oswald didn't follow them.  Instead, this time he got out of
his car, and went into her backyard.
      
      The first thing he noticed was the fence.  miriam_rp hadn't
said anything about a fence, and Oswald was no climber, so it was
fortunate for him that Miriam was sneaking out at night and left the
gate wide open.  Inside the fence, the yard wasn't very large, at
most it was about half the size of the home.  The yard was divided
into two parts, one of which was a little flower garden, and the rest
was just covered in grass with some lawn chairs and a little table.
      
      Turning his attention to the house next, he saw that the back
door was held open by a little wedge of wood.  He momentarily
considered removing the wedge and forcing Miriam to find a new way to
get inside, but decided that this visit would best serve just as a
bit of reconnaissance.  He checked for where miriam_rp had said the
key would be, and it was there.  He was also able to look in through
some of the windows, and while what were likely bedroom windows were
too high, he was able to peek into a living room area and spotted the
computer from which this whole crazy scheme was told to him.
      
      Now that he'd gotten a look at the house and the backyard, he
had to wait.  He knew that there was really no set schedule for how
long Miriam and her coach would take, sometimes being quick about it
at the park and getting her home within 10 minutes of leaving or
having a much more leisurely screw at some distant location and
leaving the sleepy girl to drag herself back into the house as much
as an hour later.  If they were quick, there was a chance he'd be
caught leaving the property, so the smart thing to do was find a
place to hide, and wait there.
      
      This time it was about 20 minutes before he heard a car drive
up and the door close.  Oswald had found a spot behind a rose bush
that would mostly hide him, and in the dark he probably wouldn't be
noticed at all by the tired young girl from a distance.  He hurried
to his place and squatted down.  Seconds later she came sauntering
into the backyard through the open fence gate which she then closed,
went straight to the back door, took care to open it as quietly as
possible, moved the wooden wedge to a place behind a flower pot, and
quietly closed the door, which then clicked as it was locked from the
inside.
      
      Oswald waited a few moments more before leaving, upon which he
came upon a problem.  He could unlatch the gate from inside the yard
to leave, but he couldn't then relatch it behind himself once he was
on the outside.  He would have liked to left everything as if he
hadn't been there at all, but it just wasn't possible, and he was
forced to leave it open when he left.  When he finally got into the
driver seat of his car, he felt the adrenaline surge through his body
now that it was at rest.  Although he no longer had any intention of
forcing himself on her, he did now see a host of other possible
things he could do to her, if not physically, then mentally.
      
      For the rest of that week he made nightly visits to her home,
waiting for her to leave in the car, and then he'd enter the backyard
and would change things from how she had left it.  That first night
he removed the wedge and placed it behind the flower pot.  When
Miriam returned she walked to the door like usual and paused in
confusion when she saw that the wedge was out of place.  She found it
easily enough but she looked perplexed by the fact that it wasn't
holding open the door.  She did appear relieved however that the door
was still unlocked and quickly slipped inside.
      
      The next night he closed the fence gate and placed a little
rock at the base of it to hold it closed.  He could only imagine the
look on her face when she got out of the car, her slit slick with
cum, and found her way back inside blocked.  She only needed to give
the gate a push and the rock moved easily aside and she was into the
backyard.  He watched her walk slowly through the gate, looking at
it, like it was the strangest thing she'd ever seen.  She nudged the
rock with her foot as if to make sure it was actually there, and then
hurried inside the house, looking more than a little spooked.
      
      He took no action the next night, and just watched her return
instead.  She seemed to look over every bit of her route into the
house, almost like she was expecting something to be out of place
this time.  She kicked at the little rock before closing the gate on
the fence and giving it a meaningful look, no doubt having to do with
the fact that she kept finding it open the next night.  She picked up
the wedge and looked at it for a moment before placing it behind the
pot and going inside.  Before Oswald left this time, he picked up the
wedge and took it home with him.
      
      As he watched her leave the backyard the following night, she
seemed rather nervous while approaching the sidewalk, looking over
her shoulder, glancing about at anything that seemed to catch her
eye.  She sat on the curb like usual, but pulled her legs up to her
chest and hugged her knees.  When the blue car showed up, she got to
her feet, but rather than going around to the other side to get in,
she spoke to her coach through the window instead, pointing at her
backyard while she talked to him.  He could tell they were arguing,
and that he was shaking his head at her and gesturing at the car door
for her to get in.  She did so reluctantly, and when they drove off,
she was looking over her shoulder back at the house.  Oswald hurried
into the back yard, placed the wedge behind the flower pot, and hid.
      
      Miriam returned quickly this time, much too quickly for there
to have been much sex happening.  She practically ran into the
backyard and went right to the flower pot.  She found the wedge and
fell to her knees holding it, looking bewildered.  He watched her
close her eyes and lower her head while holding the wedge to her
chest and begin to speak to herself quietly.  He realized she was
praying, perhaps to ask forgiveness for what she had been up to or
for some kind of protection against whatever was playing these tricks
on her.  When she was done, she wiped her sleeves at her eyes and got
up from the ground.  She started to place the wedge back behind the
pot, but thought better of it and took it into the house with her. 
Oswald heard the door lock, but then unlock and relocked as Miriam
made sure of it, something he was sure she had been doing often this
week.
      
      He waited a few moments before leaving, and as he stood up
this time from behind the bush he noticed movement in one of the
higher windows that he hadn't been able to see into.  He looked at it
and saw her face looking out of it at him, her eyes big like saucers.
He did the first thing that came to mind and ran.  He heard her
scream for her mother as he rushed through the open gate that she
hadn't closed when she rushed into the yard.  As he raced across the
street towards his car he saw a light go on in the house, no doubt by
a suddenly horny mother expecting to find her little girl as a fresh
rape victim.  Boy would she be disappointed.
      
      It was a tense drive home, as Oswald listened intently for
sirens, but none ever came.  When he got back to his apartment, he
went straight to the computer and logged onto IRC.  Almost instantly
he was in a private chat with miriam_rp.
      
      <miriam_rp> busy night? :)
      <DeepInU> oh, something like that
      <miriam_rp> you scared the piss out of her, literally, all
over the chair in the guest bedroom she was standing on
      <DeepInU> sorry, that wasn't in my plans
      <miriam_rp> well just what were your plans then?
      <miriam_rp> she said she'd been hearing noises in the backyard
all week, and this time she went to look and saw you behind my roses
      <DeepInU> i'm just getting familiar with the place, that's all
      <DeepInU> i didn't mean to scare her so much
      <DeepInU> how is she?
      <miriam_rp> she's in the shower, cleaning up, i told her to
rub her clit and it would help her relax
      
      For once Oswald wasn't surprised by the way this woman was
raising her daughter.
      
      <miriam_rp> in any case, i asked her what she saw and just
said it was some guy in the backyard, so i don't think she got a very
good look at you
      <miriam_rp> she actually told me she thought you were a ghost
or something
      <miriam_rp> so how long before she discovers this ghost has a
hard cock? :)
      
      Oswald smiled as he knew just how to answer that.
      
      <DeepInU> well...i had been thinking about tomorrow, but all
things considered, maybe i should stay away for a while now
      <miriam_rp> oh you evil bastard
      <miriam_rp> here i woke up and got all wet thinking i'd find
her wet, and i did, just not in a nice way :P
      <miriam_rp> well she's done with the shower now, so she's
gonna come sleep with me tonight
      <miriam_rp> you'd better hope she doesn't make a habit of
doing that
      
      She signed off, and Oswald couldn't help laughing out loud. 
It was just so surreal that this was happening at all.  He couldn't
help feeling proud of himself and rather powerful.  Not only had he
likely ruined the night of Miriam's coach, who probably didn't even
get a finger up her tonight, he was also making life hell for
Miriam's mother who was thinking of everything but the welfare of her
daughter.  Tonight he had control over both of them, and his only
regret was that he had to make a preteen wet herself in the process.
      
      The next day he was anxious to get done with work, get home,
and go watch Miriam again.  He was planning on keeping his promise
not to lurk in the backyard tonight, but he wanted to at least see if
she went out again.  As it happened, he wasn't going to get that
opportunity due to a surprise waiting at his door.  She was sitting
there with a backpack, reading a book as he came up the stairs, a
smile spread across her face as a look of astonishment spread across
his.
      
      "K-Kate?  What are you doing here?"
      
      "Hi Ozzy!"
