Hailey			Written by:   Jem Aura (c)


Prologue:

I am concerned for the health and welfare of children in 
today's society. Certain behavior models that run contrary to 
popular belief I feel have significant merit in truth. This story 
attempts to bring these concepts out. I would like to receive 
feedback from anyone who finds the concepts interesting 
and compelling.  I have a selfish desire prove these 
concepts to the world so that I may not be viewed as harshly 
by society. 

	I believe I have identified, through my own struggles 
and thoughts, certain aspects of human sexual behavior that 
can, through understanding, be used to significantly reduce 
the harmful affects of sexual abuse on children. This story 
and narrative are in no way intended to condone the sexual 
abuse of children. It is simply a brutally honest view into the 
workings of sexual behavior in humans. Admittedly, many of 
the concepts contained within fly in the face of the general 
consensus formed by the psychological community. I can 
only say that trying to understand the intricacies of human 
behavior from within a human brain is a very confusing 
exercise - whether you are a psychologist or not. Anyone 
could have gotten it wrong (and modern psychology 
definitely has it all wrong) - and when it comes to human 
behavior, no-one should ever claim to be an expert.  But the 
simple fact is: Acknowledging the lack of control we have 
over emotional responses to life's conundrums can allow for 
a new, broader, and more objective view of the true human 
condition.  The important thing is to consider the 
consequences of continuing on with the status quo of beliefs 
that - contrary to popular opinion forged by a bunch of 
quacks claiming to be "experts", do much more harm than 
good to the children we try to protect.

Let me introduce a concept to you: Above I mentioned that 
we have no control over our emotional responses. But if we 
don't, then who or what does? Simply put, emotional 
reactions are instinctive. But to make it work right, there is a 
part of our instinctive subconscious that decides when 
where and how to inflict us with the neural peptides that are 
our emotions. It is a very intelligent and prominent aspect of 
our brain. It is a compartment of our mind that we are 
seldom aware of - similar to the compartment that 
processes visual information: That part is watching what we 
see and looking for patterns that it can bundle up and name. 
Like seeing someone we know. Subconsciously we process 
the visual information and the recognition is done at 
blinding speed outside of our consciousness. Similarly with 
emotional responses, the emotional compartment (or as I've 
name it "The Lurker") it watches our lives like a soap opera 
on TV, and when circumstances are right, it pushes any of a 
wide variety of emotional buttons that in turn trigger our 
instinctive behaviors. 
Those behaviors come from a script that is written into our 
DNA. They enter our consciousness as packets of behavioral 
algorithms intended to coax us into doing something, Along 
with the behavioral suggestions comes a wide array of 
justifications in the form of suggested consequences and 
rewards. There are two very important things to know about 
the Lurker:  The first is that the justifications, being his 
attempt to convince us that it is okay to proceed, are usually 
lies designed to mask his true motives.  The second are his 
motives.  It has no concern for our happiness, only seeing to 
it that we mate, have sex, and raise children. It has no other 
motive whatsoever. Every emotion we ever feel directly or 
indirectly supports those motives. Of course we can break 
them up and be more specific and say that he helps us 
survive, seek out relationships, gain status in society, be 
sneaky and manipulative, fall in love, etc, but those all 
support his basic motives.  I guess a third aspect of the 
Lurker that should be understood is that the breadth and 
width of knowledge available to him, and the complexity of 
the behaviors that he commands, should never be 
underestimated. As our own conscious selves grow in 
intelligence and problem solving capability, He works 
furiously to stay ahead of us, keeping us in the dark.  And 
he's not working alone. they can communicate with each 
other through our emotions and subtleties of our body 
language - actually, that is their language. Their tools 
include the ability to compartmentalize our minds, develop 
denial through a strong feeling of contentedness,  using 
several people with roles to play within a family to see a 
behavior through to it's conclusion, such as co-dependency, 
etc.  All without our knowledge.  

While there are several mating strategies that the Lurker has 
at his disposal, I will treat two of the primary ones within this 
story: Peer-to-peer mating (marriage), and adult-male-
adolescent-female mating (commonly referred to in 
modern society as child sexual abuse)  In the latter strategy, 
the Lurkers belonging to the mother, step-father, father, and 
the adolescent girl all coordinate the event to occur, setting 
it up to happen, 

If my theories are even approximately correct, then there is 
a much more effective treatment available for sex offenders, 
and there is a much more effective cure for the abused. But 
most importantly, there will be a strategy for prevention that 
will be incredibly effective.  In implementing these 
strategies, known predators with tendencies toward 
violence, rape, kidnapping, etc. would probably have to be 
permanently institutionalized.  The non-violent sexual 
deviant would be treatable and a high level of confidence in 
public safety of our children will be had. 

One condition under which the Lurkers of an entire 
community will work in unison is when a man is discovered 
having sex with an adolescent girl.  All of the Lurkers push 
emotional buttons that instill a completely irrational sense of 
outrage toward the man, ostracizing him from the 
community, and emotionally damaging the girl. This outrage 
is generated by the same complex system that evokes our 
sexual desires and jealousy, and it exists for reasons 
completely different from what common sense would 
dictate.  It is not intended to keep a girl from getting 
pregnant, It is simply to give the mother control over the 
men in the community so that her Lurker can choose time 
and place of the event. With the weapon of community 
outrage at her disposal, her Lurker can plot and scheme all 
sorts of devious things.  You see, it is totally obvious that an 
adolescent girl is intended to mate right away. That is how 
nature works. Every single species on the planet mates the 
moment they are able. Humans are on the cusp of shrugging 
off the influence of natural selection through modern 
technology and medicine. The things that used to cull our 
numbers no longer do. But the behaviors are still there and it 
will take millennia upon millennia to weed them out. These 
mating strategies that I am referring to are ancient 
programs, developed through natural selection over vast 
numbers of generations. The community outrage toward the 
man is there to drive the mating behind a bush, in secret, 
with a particular man. He must then abandon the girl and his 
offspring. 

In the absence of violence, kidnapping or rape behavior, 
these mating strategies do no harm to the adolescent girl 
physically or emotionally. In fact, if played out fully as 
intended in the ancestral environment, the girl in intended to 
gain great advantage from it. This is due to the mother-
daughter relationship during the raising of this first child. It 
is intended to mold the young girl into a woman, instilling 
vast knowledge of how to be a matriarch in her own clan and 
how do control an alpha male through co-dependency. 
Under her mother's care, the girl and her child are 
protected from the confusion of a mated relationship while 
she learns the ropes.

All of these strategies, depending on your gender, exist in 
all of us. Some are exhibited more homogenously across 
human behaviors, many are held in reserve as 
contingencies or supplements, depending on any given 
situation. They are like tools in a tool-box - we all have the 
same box with the same tools, it is a matter of what life has 
dealt you that determines which combination of tools the 
Lurker decides will work best. 

Some of these behavioral tools take the form of a particular 
style of body language and demeanor, as in the vastly 
different behaviors of alpha and subordinate males. But if 
something happens to the alpha, and a subordinate takes his 
place, that new alpha will shrug off his old demeanor and a 
new strategy, from the toolbox, will assert itself, and his 
behavior will hardly be recognizable except that he 
behaves a whole lot like his predecessor. It is incredibly 
important for people to understand this. It is the reason that 
there is an epidemic of sexual abuse going on. Once a 
"subordinate" feeling male begins to experience the 
symptoms of one or more of the subordinate behavioral 
programs,  instead of society propping him up and 
reassuring him with a sense of status, so that the subordinate 
male programs will cease to assert themselves, they beat 
him down with extreme guilt and shame, label him, and then 
stick him back into society with a new and improved feeling 
of being at the utter bottom of the social ladder.  At this 
place on the ladder, his Lurker may choose one of the high 
risk strategies, the ones that are used only when all others 
have failed - abduction, rape, murder, etc. 

As we consider this, I believe every one must concede the 
logic in this - and in doing so, you can then understand how 
irrational your own reactions are to these poor men, 
possibly creating a crack in the door wide enough for you to 
sense the Lurker at work inside you. These men are in need 
of a family, clan, community, where they can feel needed and 
important, and instead, our Lurker pushes all the worst 
buttons at them - hatred, loathing, resentment, disgust, anger, 
etc.   Very few among us have the objectivity and spiritual 
fortitude to see through these behaviors for what they are, 
and only one in the history of man to actually preached it. 
Jesus said, do unto others...  and in that particular strategy, 
lies the healing of us all.  And perhaps He knew that to say 
"feel unto others..." would be impossible.

In knowing the truth, that all people in the world, every 
member of our species, unless suffering from a genetic 
defect or mutation, have these same behaviors written into 
the fabric of their being. That no-one is immune, that no-one 
can be trusted, that in and of itself would protect the children 
of the world much more effectively than trying to imprison 
everyone showing the symptoms of natural behaviors.  If we 
educate young girls that certain of their body language and 
natural behaviors can trigger a behavioral cascade of events 
in both that can spin out of control...   well, prudence will 
prevail. 

Sorry about the long prologue, Enjoy.


Chapter 1

	Laura was the sweetest woman in the world. At least in 
Justin's  world. In the barren landscape of Oklahoma, where 
his two sons lived with their mother, Justin felt like he 
actually belonged there. But he didn't actually live there. He 
met Laura while traveling to Oklahoma to visit his sons. 
Justin lived several hours away.
	In her bedroom they would just hang out all weekend. 
their kids would crowd onto the bed to watch a movie or just 
to talk and play games. The boys would come and spend the 
day and at times there would be seven bodies sprawled 
across the king bed. Laura called it a "love sandwich". 
	The three girls loved their mother and seldom did they 
cause her any real problems or heart aches. Her oldest, 
Lindsay, was 21 and getting married. Lindsay and her fiance 
had moved back into the house temporarily, which Laura 
liked because Lacey, her 16 year old was too busy with her 
social life and being self-absorbed to ever help out in a 
significant way. Mostly she just needed someone 
responsible to watch after Hailey. 
	Hailey was a blooming adolescent. Even though as a 
first impression she may seem younger than she is, mainly 
due to her big eyes and a cleverly scripted slurring baby 
talk that was a ubiquitous aspect of any conversation one 
might be brave enough to have with her.  Hailey in fact 
operated at a much higher level than anyone gave her credit 
- and that's just how she liked it. 
	Even though one gets the impression that Hailey is still 
emotionally very young, physically she is tall for her age. 
Her long blonde hair and slender build are more like the 
young teenager she is when seen from behind. But her face 
still has kissable cherub cheeks, a button nose, and a 
rosebud mouth.
	Hailey's room is pink. Her bed, shelves and dresser 
covered in multi-colored stuffed animals. Half of her closet is 
dedicated to dress-up clothes while the other half is a shrine 
to Barbie and Ken. Again, her room seems to belong to a 
much younger girl. 
	Justin had become accustomed to hearing Hailey's 
baby talk and seeing her mood swings, not really noticing 
any pattern, or even caring for that matter. All he knew is 
that she needed attention, and that seemed to be her 
strategy for getting it. She had to compete for her mother's 
attention, who admittedly had difficulty raising her. She was 
an unexpected pregnancy, and her second husband had 
strong feelings about abortion. Despite her commitment to 
not allow those feelings to affect her daughter, Hailey was 
emotionally needy.  The perpetual baby-talking was a fixture 
of her personality, and had Laura wondering if Hailey was 
developmentally challenged. 
	Justin wondered the same thing until one day when, 
freshly showered, he was laying across the bed in Laura's 
room watching a football game. He was exhausted, 
unwinding after having installed new flooring in three 
rooms of the house. Laura and Lindsay had gone to the 
grocery store and the bank. Hailey climbed up on the bed 
like she always did when she was bored. She was feeling 
mischievous and excited. 

	The reason for these feelings was unknown to Hailey, 
but actually they came from a very complex biological 
process within her body: ancient biochemical programs that 
instinctively activate under the right conditions. Her Lurker 
was awake and alert to everything. Her Lurker pushed 
buttons that activated the hippocampus and hypothalamus 
sections of the brain excreting neuro-peptides into Hailey's 
bloodstream, and sending packets of behavioral algorithms 
into her consciousness. In this case, the right conditions 
consisted of being alone with a strong, kind, and trusted 
adult man, one that her mother was accepting of, and the 
resulting feelings and thoughts were that of a strong desire 
for physical contact combined with an over-powering sense 
of promiscuity and mischievousness. Hailey had 
experienced these feelings on several occasions with Justin. 
The resulting thoughts and feelings had merged into a 
recurring fantasy where Justin would enter the bathroom 
and wash her methodically from head to toe. This fantasy 
seemed to satisfy her need for attention from him, while 
fulfilling her need for titillating physical contact, without 
actually thinking about sex.  No, her Lurker didn't want her 
to think about sex. Having a baby is the last thing he wants 
her to think about. "Just have fun, play some games with the 
nice man. Let me send a few signals to him." The Lurker 
thought as he choreographed a ballet of muscular reactions 
layered atop of her conscious thoughts that, when observed, 
took the form of a flirtatious tilted look, sultry undertones in 
the voice, and blushing cheeks.  

	Climbing up and sitting on Justin's back, she asked, 
"Can I watch cartoons?".
	"I don't care. I'll probably fall asleep anyway." 
	Justin had an easy way about him. Everyone felt 
comfortable around him. Laura and Justin had only been 
dating for a about a year, but since they only saw each other 
about every other weekend, it seemed like much shorter 
than that. 
	Hailey had a crush on him. To her, having him as her 
mom's boyfriend was the best thing ever. There was no 
jealousy, only endless opportunities to hug, wrestle, play 
dress-up, or Barbie dolls...   Her dolls had become Laura and 
Justin rather than Barbie and Ken, and she would play house, 
inevitably culminating in Justin doll giving Hailey doll a bath. 
And Justin was strangely very willing to suffer endless 
indignities and assaults on his machismo in order to nurture 
his friendship and favor with the girl. 
	Today, however, Hailey was going to move into new 
territory. She was subconsciously committed to testing their 
relationship, and she spontaneously broached a subject that 
she knew was mischievous and would get his attention. 
	"Do you love my mom?"
	"Yes." said  Justin honestly. 
	"Do you love me?"
	"Yes." 
	Justin wasn't paying much attention to her, but he 
noticed something in the tone of her voice. And there was no 
baby talk. 
	"How come in the morning the door is always locked?" 
She asked in non-baby talk fashion.
	"So that you kids won't bother us." Justin replied, still 
watching the football game. 
	"I know what you were doing." stated Hailey in a very 
matter-of-fact way.  
	This got Justin's attention and he rolled Hailey off of his 
back and sat up to face her. 
	"Sweetheart, I really don't think you should be 
worrying about it. We just like to spend some time in the 
morning kissing, alone, that's all."  He lied.
	"This morning I was listening for a long time. I can hear 
everything under the door. I know what you were doing." 
She said. 
	"Well if you know, then you know why the door was 
locked."
	Justin felt out of place. Not because of the subject 
matter, but because Hailey was conversing at a very high 
functioning level. It was a little scary to hear her like that. 
The same way a toy clown suddenly walking around and 
talking might scare the crap out of someone. Or when Linda 
Blair suddenly uses the voice of her possessor. He had 
never heard anything from her mouth that wasn't twisted 
with baby talk or whining. Now she was looking him square 
in the eye and interrogating him without sarcasm, teasing, or 
anything he could discern that would betray her feelings. 
He had to just sit there and stare while his mind adjusted to 
her. Eventually, it became apparent to Justin that she was 
perfectly capable of interacting normally with the adults in 
her life, she just had not chosen to do so, until now. 
	"Hailey, are you feeling alright?  You don't sound like 
yourself."
	"I'm fine. Why?" 
	Looking into her swimming pool blue eyes he finally 
asked, "You sound like you grew up all of a sudden.  What 
happened to all that baby talk?" 
	Hailey looked at her hands and shrugged. "I don't 
know." 
	"You whine at your mom all the time and you always 
seem to be a lot younger than you are..."  Justin paused and 
then added, "You know you shouldn't listen in on people 
when they want to be alone." 
	After a thoughtful pause, Hailey, still looking at her 
hands and twisting the sheet around her finger, said, "I like 
to.   I wish..." a hint of whining snuck back in - probably 
because she's wanting something. Then she decided to say 
something else, "It sounds like you really love each other."
	"You wish what?" asked Justin, noticing her blushing 
cheeks amid an otherwise perfectly smooth complexion. 
	"I dunno." replied Hailey. 
	During the one second it took for Hailey to utter those 
two words, a flood of information was passed from Hailey 
directly into Justin's brain without him even knowing it: Her 
soft hushed tone as she spoke and the way she broke eye 
contact, looking down at hands that were busy doing 
nothing, conveyed that contrary to what she said, she 
actually did know what she wanted. Her blushed cheeks 
indicated that her hormones were active and that she was 
feeling excited and slightly embarrassed. Her head being 
tilted forward would not move as she glanced up at Justin to 
read his reactions. This combined with a submissive pose 
with shoulders slumped spoke clearly that her intentions 
were mischievous but not meant to hurt anyone, while at the 
same time indicating that she wanted feedback from Justin 
as to his willingness to go along with her selfish pursuit.  
Then, at the moment one of her short upward glances met 
his eyes, her head tilted and turned ever so slightly, her eyes 
still locked onto his it became the hint of a sideways, tilted 
look, accompanied with a soft smile, and then, a quick bratty 
flash of her tongue.  This sort of communication has been 
occurring in humans for hundreds of thousands of years.  
Without either of them knowing how or why, they both knew 
what Hailey wanted, and Justin was about to unwittingly 
disclosed to her that he wanted to play along. Again, they 
knew this, and yet they didn't. 
	Just like Hailey, Justin too had ancient programs that 
instinctively activate under the right conditions. His were 
much different than hers, but they meshed together to form 
a carefully scripted set of behaviors. The two gender and 
age specific programs that interacted, meshed in such a way 
as to cause a cascade of behavior intended to result in the 
successful procreation of the species. Age specific in that in 
a few short years, Hailey will no longer be attracted to a man 
so much older than her. Her programs will be replaced with 
ones designed to find a long term committed mate of 
approximately her own age. Justin however, will probably 
continue to seek out young girls with the younger programs 
running, for the rest of his life, while at the same time, be 
completely capable of, and interested in, participating in the 
peer-to-peer mating rituals and long-term commitments. 
	A typical male's peer-to-peer ritual program involves 
overt romance, gift giving, and an incredibly complex 
emotional co-dependency that the woman depends on for 
control within the relationship. Those programs are 
designed to set up long-term investment for the purpose of 
raising children that are dependent on their true parents. 
	The typical adult-male-to-adolescent-female ritual 
program has no designs for long-term commitment to each 
other, or by the male to the child. Only the girl and her 
mother (or sibling matriarch, as well as many extended 
family members on the mother's side) are invested in the 
raising of the child. In this case, the programs are only 
intended to get the girl pregnant by a suitable sperm donor.  
The mother of the girl will be the one ultimately responsible 
for raising the child, transferring her knowledge of survival, 
child rearing, and matriarchal responsibilities to the girl 
along the way before she dies. Because, you see, in our 
ancient ancestral environment, the life expectancy of a 
woman would be around 35 years. This means that if a 
female has a daughter at a young age, say 13, the mother 
will be at least 26 when her daughter becomes pregnant. 
That only leaves a 9 year window of opportunity for the 
mother to pass on her knowledge to future generations.

The mating ritual consists of a sequence of events that occur 
back and forth between the two participants. Contrary to 
what psychology experts believe, the female is actually the 
one that initiates it. Without her acceptance of him and 
promise of secrecy, the risks of her exposing him would be 
too great. 

The male program is concentrated in the visual cortex, a 
radar of sorts that is finely tuned to pick up first on the 
physical characteristics of a female, and then, depending on 
the results of that, on the cues and signals that the female 
sends. That radar also acts to identify opportunities - an 
innate intelligence of the workings of family relationships 
and their built-in vulnerabilities. Once he identifies an 
opportunistic situation, and positions himself into it through 
extensive plotting and manipulation, (usually involving the 
mother, Modern terminology calls this grooming) At the 
moment the young girl gives him her approving signal, he is 
content in the knowledge that she will most likely mate with 
him and keep it secret long enough for him to be long gone.   
This act of hyper-awareness and manipulative positioning 
that the male engages in is typically seen as initiating the 
event. Granted without it, little would happen, but for that 
matter, being born could be thought of as initiating it as well. 
The fact is that if either the girl or the mother were not 
accepting of the man, in the vast majority of cases, nothing 
would happen. If they are not accepting, the risks for him are 
too great. 

Conspicuous in the ritual is the lack of romance. Progress 
toward mating is gained through teasing and game playing, 
as energy and excitement grow in both until outrageousness 
allows for a plunge into copulation.  Almost immediately 
afterward, the man is compelled to abandon the girl, at least 
for a while until he feels safe for another try. The girl pines 
for him until she is certainly pregnant. 

	Continuing their conversation that Hailey had initiated 
about listening under the door to her mother and Justin 
making love, Justin pleaded with Hailey to speak her mind. 
"Come on, you can tell me. What is it?" asked Justin, feeling 
hyper-sensitive to her at that moment, and feeling a bit 
aroused all of a sudden, but not knowing why.
	"I wish I could be in there...   I wanna see what you're 
doing."  she started bouncing on the bed to disguise her 
embarrassment. Also to have an escape into "silly-little-girl" 
in case Justin's reaction was not what she predicted it to be. 
	"You know you can't. And you're asking the wrong 
person. I'm not your father." He said calmly,  secretly hoping 
she would stubbornly argue with him on this subject the 
way she doggedly did on so many others.  	"But you said 
you were just kissing." she only paused long enough for 
Justin to open his mouth, "That's not all you do, is it?" She 
asked, settling down from the bouncing.
	"Why would you want to watch?  I don't understand. 
wouldn't you feel silly with us making love in front of you?"
	Hailey leaned forward and slowly shook her head no.  
"No, I wouldn't" She said.   A car door closed outside and 
Hailey's head turned, realizing her mother and sister had 
just come home. 
	Climbing down from the bed, she whispered, pleading 
with him. "Please?   If you just leave the door unlocked,  I 
swear I won't say anything. Paleeezzzuh?" 
	That last "please" was thick with the familiar whine. The 
front door opened and Hailey skipped from the room. Justin 
could hear the baby talk thick from the other room as she 
begged for Twinkies. In a flash she had transformed back 
into q little brat. 
	He got up and went out to help carry the groceries. As 
the baby talk continued out in the front room, Justin said out 
loud so everyone could hear, "I think maybe all that baby 
talk is just an act."  as he shot a look at Hailey. 
	Hailey stared back at Justin in shock, and it occurred to 
him that she was actually afraid. Was he going to betray her 
any further?
	Justin went over to her. No one was paying any 
attention.  He picked her up and swung her around, "I'm just 
kidding, I hope you stay a kid forever."

	Two days later, Justin was swooning as Laura worked 
her magic in the early morning hours, her head bobbing up 
and down with rhythmic delight.  It had become their ritual. 
She loved the fact that she could please him so completely - 
that he had never had the services of someone so talented, 
let alone simply willing. His ex-wife never enjoyed giving 
out oral sex. Laura absolutely loved it.   
	But Justin was now aware of the little spy that had been 
lurking, and he was constantly distracted wondering if she 
was out there in the hall listening to them. He was also 
amazed how little Laura seemed to worry about making love 
noises. She always added her dialogue of cooing, hums, and 
slurps, and he always felt obligated to add his own sound 
track for her to monitor progress by.  The previous morning 
Justin had heard the door knob click ever so slightly and 
looked to see it moving slowly. But it was locked. That night 
he sat thinking about what it would feel like to have the 
young girl watching them. Now, during this intense moment 
of wonderful sensations, in a flash of pure spontaneity, Justin 
reached over and quietly unlocked the door, Laura being 
way to busy, and noisy to notice, continued on. 
	Being distracted by the unwelcome thoughts of Hailey, 
it was taking Justin a little longer than usual. Conscious of 
this, Justin re-asserted his fantasy and began slowly 
climbing upward again toward climax. 
	As the tempo increased, Justin was distracted again 
and glanced at the door. It was ajar just enough to peek 
through, and he could see Hailey's nose pressed against it, 
blonde hair clearly visible.  Laura, sensing something, 
looked up to see Justin looking at the door. The game was 
up.
	"Hailey, go back to bed, we'll be out in..."  Laura paused 
as Hailey quickly opened the door the rest of the way and 
entered the room.
	"But I want to be in here with you." She said in her best 
whine.
	Hailey was staring straight at Justin's erection, which 
her mother was holding straight up. Laura had committed 
herself to not doing things around her kids that would shed 
a negative light on sex the way her mother had. If she had 
had the opportunity to cover up Justin without Hailey 
knowing it, she would have. But to do it now would send the 
wrong signal, or so she felt. In her mind, they simply weren't 
doing anything wrong. Justin was wondering in the back of 
his mind somewhere if Hailey's curiosity and willingness to 
discuss things with Justin was a reflection of her mother's 
attitude. 
	With big eyes, Hailey asked "Can I watch?"
	"You've seen enough already, we'll be out in a minute", 
Laura said calmly as if his penis was the centerpiece at the 
dinner table.
	It was apparent that Hailey was going to continue to 
protest and stall as long as she could. Hailey, being raised 
the way she had, simply did not see anything bad about sex. 
It was just an area of interest that she knew very little about, 
and was now strongly interested in.  So Justin rolled out of 
bed and climbed in the shower. This caused consternation in 
Laura who watched the confused looks of guilt and fear 
wash across Hailey's face. Had she upset Justin? 
	Laura consoled her, "It's okay sweetheart, Justin's not 
mad. We were almost done anyway.  You should knock first 
before you open the door."
	
	Later Justin and Laura talked. He was surprised by 
Laura's lack of concern over her young daughter spying and 
seeing her mother giving him head. Not to mention a close 
up of his full member. But Laura simply did not believe in 
punishing her for natural curiosity, and she won't repeat the 
same mistakes as her own mother, who felt it necessary, 
through her religious convictions, to instill a sense of fear 
and disgust about sex and men in general. She felt she 
missed out on a very important time in her life, and it took 15 
years of rotten marriage before she finally realized she had 
been lied to. 

	A few days later they were in bed again, Laura sitting 
on top working her other sort of magic when there was a 
knock at the door. Hailey announced herself saying she had 
had a bad dream. Laura, with Justin planted deep inside her, 
reached out and opened the door. (The door knob is 
obviously right next to the bed). 
	Justin was immediately suspicious of Hailey because 
she had not been in bed long enough to have had a 
nightmare, and she didn't seem surprised to see her mother 
straddling him with her breasts exposed, the rest thankfully 
hidden under a thin sheet. 
	"What is it honey?"  her mother asked, stroking her 
hair. 
	"What are you doing?" asked Hailey, getting right to 
the point.
	"We are making love."  and as if to illustrate, she lifted 
herself up a little and slowly settled back down. 
	Hailey leaned into her mother and then tried climbing 
onto the bed, but there was no room on that side. Justin, 
rubbing Hailey's back affectionately started to say 
something in protest but was cut off by Laura, "Go around to 
the other side where there's room."
	Even more shocking to Justin than this unexpected turn 
of events was when Hailey spooned herself up against him 
while her mother continued to rock, swinging her breasts in 
his face and moaning as if they were again alone in the 
room. He also noticed that Laura seemed to be more 
intensely aroused than normal, unlike himself. But that could 
very well have been his own shifted perception now that 
Hailey was there. He found that with Hailey next to him, he 
couldn't orgasm even though he remained very stiff. 

Laura was not immune to the programs running in her 
boyfriend and her daughter. In fact, she was a central 
character. In the human ancestral environment, every single 
member of the family unit, including many of the extended 
family, had related programs, roles to play, germane to the 
propagation of the adult-male-adolescent-female ritual. 
Hailey's mother's Lurker, being close to the center of 
influence that made the strategy of the behavior work, of 
course had a significant role to play. In her case, the neural 
peptides coursing through her gave her a strong feeling of 
contentedness and well-being having her daughter present 
amid the sexual atmosphere of the bedroom. Those strong 
feelings were actually very irrational and were directed 
mainly at Justin. Under the influence, in Laura's eyes, Justin 
became God-like. And those strong senses over-rode any 
competitiveness natural between females in this situation, 
and made conspicuous the absence of jealousy. The 
behavioral algorithms that infected her consciousness 
urged her to leave her daughter in the care of Justin, with the 
confident feeling that she will remain chaste.  Ha, what a 
crock of shit her Lurker feeds her. Knowing that this man 
was not related to her, he would do nicely as an example, 
and a donor. But she did not consciously think this. she was 
in denial of the true reasons, and justified them as a 
"teacher" and "Nurturer", and "loving mother", and not with 
any intent of getting her pregnant.  

Part of the denial system built into the Mother is that as long 
as there is no identifiable man, the fact that her daughter is 
pregnant seems perfectly normal and acceptable. Again, 
the reason for this is so that the young mother can be 
indoctrinated into motherhood away from the confusing 
push and pull of co-dependency.  The mother goes about 
toughening her up emotionally to be able to handle a man, 
while at the same time teaches her the myriad of skills 
necessary for a woman in those times. It is a marriage of 
sorts - a very close one to one relationship until one of her 
other young daughters gives birth.
	 
 Even though Hailey is her third daughter, and Laura is 
already past age 35, this particular behavioral tendency, 
keyed by the puberty of any of her daughters, will persist 
until she dies, the same way Justin's attraction to adolescent 
females will. In age dependant programs, there is little 
evolutionary history for people past 35, so people just 
continue doing what they were programmed to do at that 
age until they die. When a woman stops menstruating, the 
resulting hormonal imbalance sends irrational signals and 
sets up behavioral changes, but they have no evolutionary 
significance.  

Males in the peer group of an adolescent female seldom 
exhibit the sexual maturity necessary to impregnate her. 
This alone suggests that the girl is meant to be available to 
an older male.  Considering that when a young male finally 
is capable of successful intercourse, that his preference is 
toward more experienced and fully developed females, and 
almost never toward and pubescent female, indicates that 
they too are excluding the newly fertile young females for 
still older males. Considering modern day statistics of sex 
offenders, the overwhelming majority of men caught at 
something regarding sexual contact with a child, assert that 
their attractions are toward the pubescent aged female, 
while also remaining attracted toward fully developed 
females. 
If you suppose that the denial aspect of the individuals and 
community are true, and then consider the trends of 
physical attractions and behaviors of the different ages of 
both genders, a clear picture of the interdependent 
behavioral strategies emerges. Young girls were intended to 
raise their first child married to their mother. 

Justin adjusted himself, putting his arm around Hailey, 
Hailey with her head on his chest. It was the strangest 
feeling he'd ever known. He was caressing Hailey's back in a 
fatherly sort of way while thrusting his member into her 
mother. She just lay there quietly, apparently satisfied just to 
be witnessing the event, and maybe hoping that if she was 
quiet and unobtrusive, she might be invited in again. To 
Hailey, this was an electrifying and intensely meaningful 
moment. To the average reader, this situation would seem 
harmful to the girl, but that is only because your modern 
society and man-made religions have instilled a sense of 
moral degradation with regard to anything sexual. In the 
ancestral environment, sex was not something bad and it 
wasn't hidden from children. Hailey was not taught to feel 
guilt or shame about sex, and nothing in her nature (yet) 
would make her feel that way.  

Laura worked and worked trying to get Justin to ejaculate, 
but it wasn't going to happen. Justin realized, almost too late, 
that if he can't be satisfied with Hailey in the room, she might 
not allow her in next time. So Justin faked an orgasm.  But 
that was the last time he ever had to. 
	Later that evening, after Hailey was asleep in her own 
bed, Laura and Justin lay in bed together watching the local 
news. As a feature story, a man was accused of sexually 
abusing a young neighbor girl. His dopey, unshaven mug 
was flashed onto the screen along with video of him being 
escorted in leg irons and an orange jail suit into the 
courthouse.  The girl's picture was also displayed along with 
her name and the neighborhood school she attended. 
Apparently her mother had been manipulated into allowing 
the journalist to make that information public. 
	Laura shook her head in disgust. "Can you believe it? 
Shouldn't a mother know better than to let her young 
daughter hang out over at a neighbors house?"  
	About that time the mother of the abused girl gave her 
statement. "I trusted him!  He seemed like a very nice man, 
perfectly normal, and an upstanding citizen too. You can't 
trust anyone any more. He is a monster, a wolf in sheep's 
clothing. I urge mother's everywhere to keep their 
daughters safe from.."  the mother started crying.  Justin 
secretly wondered how many times they recorded the 
interview before they finally got the one where she started 
balling."   Listening to Laura, Justin could see some of the 
Irony and hypocrisy in Laura's comments. But his own 
reaction was exactly the same. He saw the man as a creep. 
Deserving castration, torture, and even death. 

As if the news story was a distant memory, Laura broached 
the subject of Hailey.  "Justin, what did you think about 
Hailey being in the bed with us?" 
	"I don't know. To be honest, it makes me nervous. What 
if she tells her dad?. 
	"She won't. I've already talked to her about that. I was 
worried that she might try the same thing with him, then she 
says 'but mommy lets me!'  
	"That's exactly what I was thinking.  So what did you tell 
her?"  
	"I just said that if she ever told anyone that she would 
never, ever be allowed in my room ever again."
	"Wow, total banishment.  Wait, you told her it's okay for 
her to watch us?  
	"I know. It's weird. I tried to find a way to say no but I 
couldn't."
	"How did she react to that?" 
	"In a surprisingly mature way.  She said she just wants 
to know what making love is like even though she is too 
young to actually do it.  She said that somewhere she got the 
idea that it would hurt and not be fun and enjoyable. That's 
why she became so curious when she heard us outside the 
door. Apparently it's obvious that we enjoy it a whole lot.  
She was amazed at how much we love it and she thanked me 
over and over for letting her share the feeling with us. Now 
how could I say no after that?"  Laura became emotional 
again relating this to him. This whole thing was stirring up an 
incredibly strong sense of connectedness with her 
daughter, the extent of which was unfounded and irrational - 
which indicates to me that the feelings are part of a 
programmed scheme. Part of a woman's denial structure, 
and part of the Lurker's method of forcing programmed 
behaviors on us without us knowing it is the belief that if a 
feeling exists, there must be a "good" reason for it. 
	Struggling to gain control, she said "I'm so confused 
now. On the one hand I know in my heart that none of this is 
hurting Hailey. In fact, I believe it is helping her. She's 
growing. On the other hand, I have always had very strong 
feelings about what is "appropriate", and that was way over 
the line." she gestured at the TV, Justin guessed she  finally 
connecting a dot or two. "But then I start hearing my 
mother's voice in my head, so I try not to listen.  I don't know 
why all of these feelings are happening, or where they even 
come from." tears were streaming again. 
	
	Justin, seeing how this was affecting her, said "You feel 
like I do -  Hailey could no more be harmed by witnessing 
us making love than from eating a chocolate bar.  I mean, 
there didn't used to be walls separating families. all of this 
puritan-anti-sex-it'll-damage-you-for-life crap is a 
fabrication and a fall-out from religious rules made a long 
time ago. But I think there's more to it than just that, but I'm 
not sure what." 
	"Oh Justin,  I'm so glad to hear you say that. I've been 
beating myself up and thinking I'm going crazy.  But Justin, it 
doesn't stop there. My mind has been full of all kinds of 
things. Can you believe I actually thought..." she broke off, 
still crying. 
	Justin waited, and when it seemed Laura wasn't going 
to continue he said,  "Just make sure she remains discrete." 
	"I will."  She said, blowing her nose.

	The very next time Hailey and Justin were alone, Hailey 
sprang into the subject.  "Did my mom say anything to you 
about us talking?" Hailey asked with reserved excitement. 
	"Yeah, I think she mentioned something."  
	Her eyes were bright, smiling, and devious. "What did 
she tell you?"
	"The part I remember is the part where you don't talk 
to anyone about it for any reason whatsoever.  Do you 
remember that part?"  Justin answered in a sarcastic and 
gruff tone that was not representative of his mood. He 
regretted the tone he had used. It was fear that had 
motivated the reaction. 
	Hailey's expression changed instantly to being 
emotionally crushed. She was most excited about these 
turns of events because she adored Justin and wanted him to 
hold her again in the intimacy of her mother's room - In the 
'love nest'.   She seemed genuinely hurt.  
	Justin's heart did a back flip in his chest. "No, It's not... I 
mean - I don't mind, really. I'm sorry I sounded so mean. I'm 
just afraid. I've never known anyone that could keep an 
important secret. And it's not really fair either.  I mean, what 
if I watched you naked when you are in the shower?  How 
would that feel?"  Justin immediately realized how disjointed 
that last comment was. He felt he had set this question up 
hoping for something, but it just appeared there on the tip of 
his tongue. He did it all subconsciously, the same way he 
answered Hailey's body language with an unconscious 
"yes".  Having listened to the sentence coming out of his 
own mouth, he was strangely aroused by it, realizing that in 
answering it, he would learn something significant about 
Hailey. 
	"I wouldn't care. You think I'm pretty, don't you?" She 
asked, using that familiar tilted look again.
	"You are incredibly beautiful - young, but very 
beautiful." Justin said smiling down at her.
	"Then I wouldn't mind at all." 
	"Well good, then it won't feel so weird."
	Hailey's eyes widened a little and she looked aside as if 
thinking about something. 
	
	That night Hailey called to Justin from the bathroom. 
"Justin, can you bring me a towel?" 
	This was not an unusual request. The house was 
desperately short on towels, and many times he had been 
asked the same thing from various females at various times. 
It was an unspoken fact that the towels were located in the 
dryer, since there weren't enough to ever get to the shelf in 
the linen closet. 
	As Justin passed the towel in through the door, Hailey 
seized his arm and pulled him in. There she was, in all her 
glory for Justin to see.  Watching his eyes, Hailey displayed 
her body for him by holding her arms out and slowly 
turning a full circle, then she bowed dramatically.
	Justin was flattered, but that was one of many emotions 
coursing through his body all at once. Stunned was the 
strongest. Stunned at how absolutely perfect her body was. 
Every proportion exactly suiting an ideal that had been 
imprinted onto his visual cortex by countless thousands of 
generations of evolution - this is the exact image intended to 
trigger one of his mating programs.   He could have watched 
her spin a thousand slow circles, and never grown weary of 
her.  Stunned is how he felt because he was slammed with a 
chemical cocktail of neural peptides that felt like a dose of 
heroine because the image of Hailey was a perfect match, 
and all of the bells and whistles went off in his head at once. 
	The vast majority of the adult human male's 
programmed mating responses are triggered by what he 
sees. In the ancestral environment people didn't go around 
announcing how old they were. The didn't keep track. The 
program functions from visual information that indicates the 
female's sexual maturity. A male that is under the influence 
of the adult-male-adolescent-female program is acutely 
aware of the physical characteristics of the pubescent 
female so that he can position himself into her life at the 
exact moment necessary to be the father of that first child. 
Because one lapse and she can turn up pregnant from 
someone else.  In any case, a detailed record of the 
proportions of the female body is used as a comparative tool 
for the visual processing center of the brain. In the case of a 
perfect specimen like Hailey,  naked and alone with him, that 
visual processing center sends out a code red alert to the 
rest of the brain and the fireworks begin. But even so, 
common survival sense can win out.
	
	Prudence dictated a hasty retreat, mainly for the 
benefit of those in the other room watching TV. He didn't 
want to be gone too long. 
	Holding her chin, he kissed her cheek and said "I'm 
very impressed. You're more beautiful than I could have ever 
imagined."
	Hailey smiled, blushed fully, and delicately twiddled 
her fingers in a goodbye gesture, adding a tilted look and 
quick bratty tongue for good measure, as Justin backed his 
way out of the steamy bathroom.
	Not long afterward, everyone headed for their own 
beds except for Hailey, who led the way into the master 
suite and climbed into bed and began working the TV 
remote. Laura was quick to set down some new rules. 
	"Hailey,  there's no TV in here after your bedtime. You 
can stay, but it's as if you are in your own bed with the lights 
out. all right?" 
	Hearing this, Justin rolled his eyes at the oxymoron of 
her words. "No TV, but you can watch us have sex."  
	Hailey nodded, "I'm sorry.": she said, over 
compensating for her very slight error in judgment. 
	Laura could see how eager she was to please. Anything 
to stay in the love nest - and she liked that affect it was 
having on her. It was a pleasant change from all the whining 
and contrary attitude they had all become accustomed to.  
She pondered these things as she went about her rituals 
getting ready for bed.  As always, the last thing she did was 
light candles on the bedside tables and turn out the lights. 
	Justin was always in bed long before Laura, simply 
because his ritual consisted of brushing his teeth and 
throwing his clothes in the corner. As he turned to get in 
bed, Hailey was watching him. Out of habit, he had stripped 
off his boxers without even thinking, and now her eyes 
danced all over him. He slipped in under the covers and 
gave her a playful shove.  "What are you lookin' at?"
	"You."  She said, with a wide smile. 
	She sidled up next to him, and he put his arm around 
her in the similar way they had done before. But this time 
Hailey's hand slid rather swiftly from his chest and touched 
his penis and she giggled, disguising it as a playful tease.
	Justin calmly grabbed her arm and pushed it away, 
glancing between her and her mother to see if she had seen 
the move. She hadn't.  
	Hailey witnessed Justin's reaction, and especially how 
he protected her from her mother finding out. He was 
keeping it secret. This fact excited her greatly.
	Glancing at each other, Justin shook his head at her and 
mouthed the word "no".  Hailey smiling, gave a coy and 
mischievous look. Then they exchanged smiles. 
	In the glow of the candles, Justin was now between the 
two beauties. He and Laura Kissed passionately and soon 
they were fully aroused.  The lovers, in their turn, would 
glance at Hailey, who smiled back with sparkling eyes. 
	Pausing from kissing, Laura asked Hailey a question. 
"Does all this sloppy kissing seem gross to you?"
	Hailey shook her head emphatically "no"
	"Would you like to try it?"
	Half of the muscles in Justin's body contracted at once.  
Laura cupped her hand over his mouth before he could 
speak.
	"I'm sure Justin wouldn't mind showing you how, would 
you Justin?"   Laura shook Justin's head for him using the 
hand on his mouth.
	Quickly Hailey was sitting up and leaning over him. 
Glancing once more at her mother for the go-ahead, and 
getting it, she kissed his mouth softly at first, then slightly 
deeper, but nothing like her mother had been doing.  Justin 
took her head in both hands, gently pulling her jaw open 
wider, then licked around her lips and teeth, then pressing 
firmer into a locked, deep passionate kiss. 
	Laura watched the progress briefly, and then moved 
toward the foot of the bed. Lifting the covers from his legs to 
above his waist, she sweetly stroked him and drew him into 
her mouth. 
	Justin groaned as Laura's warm mouth enveloped him. 
Hailey noticed this and turned to see her mother sucking on 
Justin's erection. 
	Justin pulled her head back to him and they continued 
kissing.  Hailey, now sensing the fullness of her involvement, 
was becoming aware of her own arousal. Her mind raced 
around, flooded with new sexual thoughts and desires. It 
was immediately apparent to her that Justin was probably 
fantasizing about making love to her.  And he was.  But so 
was her mother- that Justin was imagining that Laura's mouth 
was Hailey's vagina. 
	Yes, he had thought it almost immediately. But he was 
aware of alot of things. His mind was swimming. Almost to 
the extent that he could not enjoy himself.  He refocused his 
mind: With the image of Hailey naked, spinning and 
displaying herself to him, he checked the relative positions 
of everyone and deftly slipped his hand under Hailey's 
sleep shirt and began caressing her small breasts.  At the 
moment his hand first touched her breast, he whispered 
"shhhhh" quietly through their kiss.  Hailey reveled in the 
secrecy of his touch and responded "Mmmmm". 
	Justin kept caressing her budding breasts freely, 
knowing exactly where her mother's mouth was.  Eventually, 
switching hands, he slid one under the elastic of her panties 
and cupped her small butt cheek. 
	Soon it was apparent that Justin was about to burst. 
Hailey stopped kissing him, feeling the volcano beginning 
to shake the ground under her that was Justin's body, and 
slid down a little to watch her mother.  Experience told Laura 
exactly when the eruption would occur. Usually she 
swallowed everything, but this time she stopped sucking 
and stroked him so that Hailey could see the sperm spewing 
out. 
	During the aftermath, while he was still being gently 
stroked, Justin suspected that some of the strokes were from 
Hailey, even though he wasn't in a position to see. It was the 
way she giggled, and then they both shushed each other 
and then giggled louder.  
	"Hey, what's going on down there?"  Justin said calmly, 
to which full blown riotous laughter erupted. 

	The next day Hailey and Justin were alone for a good 
part of the afternoon. Justin knew where the talk was going 
to go, and he had already decided how he was going to 
handle her.  
	Satisfying his ability to predict her behavior, Hailey 
began talking about the night before in her mother's bed. 
She especially liked it when he was feeling her all over and 
kissing her, and they kept it secret, that was also very 
important. She never felt so alive and free in her whole life.  
And of course she wanted to do it again, right then and 
there. She also wanted to ask Justin what he was thinking 
while they were kissing and her mother was sucking on him, 
but she couldn't put a sentence together in her head that 
would sound right. So she let it pass. So after Hailey had 
related what she could to him, Justin replied to her:  "Hailey, 
I don't want to make your mother mad. We love her more 
than anything and we need to protect her from the hurt that 
she would feel if we left her out."
	"But she won't know." She said, disappointment oozing 
out in her voice. 
	"Anything could happen. Let's not take the chance.  
Besides, she really likes the way you have changed since 
you started being with us. I think you could try anything you 
want and the worst that could happen is she would say no in 
a nice way.  You know how she is."
	Hailey knew what he was saying was true, but she also 
knew that somehow it didn't fit her subconscious goal. It 
needed to be a secret. That was the key.  Exploring Justin's 
line of thinking a little further she asked: "Yeah, but what 
would I do?  I want you to be able to.... you know.   If you 
won't do anything I can't make you.  See what I mean?"  
	Again Justin was a little dazed at how sharp this little 
tack was. Probably the sharpest tack in the box. He had to 
think about this for quite a while. He started describing a 
couple of ideas to her but had to retreat from each of them. 
He finally settled on something:    "I know, while your mom is 
busy down there, you know... "   Hailey quickly nodded. "... 
tap her on the shoulder so she looks at you. Then you take 
my hand and put it on your breast and kind of giggle about 
it.  I'll pull my hand away and you put it there again. This 
time I'll act a little mad and jerk my hand away and say "You 
have to ask your mom"  I know your mom will probably get a 
little mad at me for getting mad at you, and she will say 
something like, "She's just curious, it's nothing to get mad 
over." and then I'll say "then you don't mind? I thought you 
would mind." then she will have to say "no, I don't mind."  
then we can start doing some fun stuff ourselves."
	This idea had started Hailey's brilliant mind churning. 
Justin could see the gears turning as she processed this. She 
reached up and kissed him gently on the mouth, then 
walked slowly to her room, thinking. She liked that they had 
a new secret.
	On the following Friday, Justin was finally back in the 
bed he dreamed of all week. Hailey was still at a birthday 
party and was due home shortly. In the meantime, Laura was 
getting ready to talk to Justin about something she had been 
brooding over all week.  
	"Justin, Hailey came to me the other day wanting to 
talk. I am amazed at how that girl has matured. It's like she's 
a new little woman. I have had absolutely no trouble from 
her at all. Her teachers have said the same thing. Her friends 
parents are saying the same thing. Her sisters have both 
noticed. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."
	"I know. I noticed the change beginning a few weeks 
ago.  I think being in the bedroom with us has given her a 
sense of security.  Like maybe it's an instinctive thing - the 
favored child sleeps with the adults.  Who knows?  Whatever 
it is it's working. I mean, all of her acting out is from 
insecurity, so it makes sense that if she is suddenly not 
acting out any more, she is feeling secure."  Justin was 
eager to condone the bedroom thing. He knew Hailey would 
probably spring a surprise on them and he had been 
imagining it all week. But he wasn't prepared for the fact that 
Hailey had pre-empted him, and especially how her mother 
had reacted to it.
	Laura began: "About that, I mean last weekend in the 
bedroom, I'm sorry I forced you to teach her to kiss.  I 
should have talked to you first. It was spontaneous.  I just 
know how I felt at her age and I can empathize so closely 
with what she was wanting."  Laura again began to be 
overwhelmed with her emotions. Her voice cracked and she 
fought back tears.  "I trusted my mother and she lied to me 
about so many things."  Now her tears were flowing as she 
lost control.
	"It's all right. Actually, I'm extremely flattered that you 
trust me so much. And I adore her. It was a little strange at 
first, but I enjoyed it. To be honest, I never imagined such an 
intimate connection was possible between three people. It 
really lit me up with you doing your amazing thing and 
offering up your daughter to...  well you know."  Justin trailed 
off not having the right words for that dead end. 
	"You know she really loves you a lot." said Laura, " We 
talked for a long time the other night...." this perked up 
Justin's ears. "...I'm closer to her than I've ever been. She 
trusts me with her feelings and neither of us feel jealous of 
the other. It's just the opposite. We love each other more than 
ever. You have brought us so much closer"  Laura blew her 
nose.
	"That's great. It really is amazing how things have 
changed."  repeating what had already been said. 
	Laura braced herself and gave Justin a serious stare.
	"What?"  He said, defensively.
	After a thoughtful pause, she got up her courage and 
stumbled ahead,  "She asked my permission to have you 
touch her."  Laura said, staring into Justin's eyes and waiting 
for this to sink in.
	"What do you mean?  Touch her how?"  Justin said 
trying to be convincing in his surprise. 
	"She's curious to know what it's like to be touched by a 
man.  She's been watching us. She can see how much we 
enjoy it. It's only natural for her to be curious."
	"Yeah, but that's got a prison term attached to it.  The 
kissing was pushing it.  What did you tell her?"  
	"I told her I'd talk to you about it."
	"Don't leave it up to me."
	"It is up to you. I can't force you to."
	"So you want me to feel her up?"
	"No, I want us to enjoy some intimacy together.  Feel-up 
is not the right way of looking at it. Is that how you see it?   
Feeling her up?"  a tinge of anger seeped into her tone.
	"It is what it is.  Saying it differently won't impress the 
judge.  Because I'm just the kind of guy that would do 10 
years and cover for you. You know that.  Maybe that's why 
you aren't as worried as I am."
	"I guess I do know that. We all know you'd die for us. 
That's why we love you so much."
	"Well I may choose suicide rather than prison, and I 
have my boys to think of, so be careful. It's my life we're 
talking about. This ain't no game or God-damned soap 
opera."
	The front door opened and Hailey's sisters welcomed 
her home.  Justin needed some more information before he 
could allow anything to happen. 
	"So what exactly, and I mean exactly, do you want me to 
do?  She's home, we don't have much time."  
	About that time Hailey came marching down the hall 
with her sack of goodies from the party. She gave her mom a 
big hug while delivering Justin a knowing look. Justin 
winked in acknowledgment.  Laura pushed her gently out 
the door and suggested that she take a bath. 
	Back to business, Laura explained as best she could 
what Hailey had expressed to her.  "She felt strongly 
aroused from the kissing. She knew you were feeling what I 
was doing to you and she seemed to be able to sense your 
passion, your excitement. She felt she was sharing in what 
was making you feel so good, contributing to it." she paused.  
"Is that true? Was she contributing? I mean you really did 
explode." 
	Justin was suddenly fearful that this whole thing was 
about to blow up in his face. Was she pulling information 
from him? Setting him up? Was she getting ready to label 
him as a pervert?.  Cautiously he replied. "It was an intense 
moment of intimacy that was completely new to me. I have 
mixed feelings. Strange ideas have been running around in 
my head about it ever since. I don't know what to think."  
	"But she said she wanted your hands to be all over her, 
she is fantasizing about it.  In any case, if you had, I wouldn't 
have cared."  Laura paused thinking.
	"You're not answering the question. If you want me 
to..."  He didn't want to use "feel-up" again and he fell short 
of synonyms. "What exactly do you want me to do?" 
	Laura thought a moment.  "I don't care as long as you 
don't penetrate her with anything.  And if she seems like she 
doesn't like it, stop." 
	"Holy shit!" Justin screamed. And then regretted it.
	Laura burst into tears. 
	Justin desperately tried to take it back. "I'm sorry, I 
didn't mean it. You just shocked me. I had no idea you were 
considering so much...  wow."   
	Justin put his face in his hands. "Are you sure about 
this?  I don't know if I can.   I mean, to be honest, I have had 
thoughts...  but I doubt I could act on them. And especially 
with you watching.  You were planning on being there, 
weren't you?" 
	"I guess so,  but... "Laura stopped, staring, looking out 
the back of her eyes, deep in her thoughts.   "She was so shy 
when she told me all of this. It was so cute to hear how she 
described things.  Do you know what she used as an 
example of how she wanted to be touched?"  She didn't wait 
for his response "She said "like if he were giving me a bath, 
he'd have to rub his hands everywhere to make sure I was 
clean all over."  
	Justin let that image sink in. "Well, maybe I could deal 
with that, playing daddy.  Kissing her was so strange, but a 
bath might be okay.... I think."  
	Then Laura said, "And I won't be watching. Maybe you 
could start with that?" 
	"Start?   What does that mean?  Are you sure none of 
this is going to blow up in our faces?"  Justin asked, 
genuinely concerned.
	"No."  Said Laura honestly.  But if it does, it won't be 
because of Hailey. She can be trusted.
	"What about the other girls?  They might see or hear 
something." Said Justin a little nervously.
	"I'll take care of it. Just stay in there until I tell you it's 
safe to come out."  Laura left the room. Coming back in she 
added, "and do it quietly."

	Justin had to adjust himself before he could stand up 
straight. But he managed it and headed for the hall 
bathroom.
	Two quiet knocks on the door and trying the knob it 
opened.  Justin slipped inside. 
	"Hello beautiful."
	Hailey could only smile. 
	Sitting on the toilet, Justin looked down on Hailey, who 
was stretched out with just her head and knees sticking out 
of the water. She was shyly covering up between her legs. 
	"Do you want me to wash you?"
	She nodded, still covering up.
	"Okay, sit up."  She did and Justin reached for the bar of 
soap. There was a wash cloth in the water but he ignored it.  
Soaping his hands, he slowly and methodically began 
washing her. Starting with her hands, each finger, carefully 
and thoroughly.  Her skin was slippery smooth under the 
warm soapiness.  After her arms and shoulders were 
finished, he massaged her breasts at length, feeling the tiny 
hard lumps that formed when he played around her nipples. 
Hailey's eyes closed and a deep blush flowed into her 
cheeks. The moment stretched on, leaving no doubt that her 
breasts were of interest to Justin. She reveled in the attention 
he was giving her.
	"Get on you hands and knees so I can wash your 
back."
	Hailey, with her crimson cheeks, turned over and 
exposed her exquisite behind. Justin carefully washed her 
back and buttocks for a long time, reveling in the sight of her 
in that classic erotic position, finally sliding his fingers down 
to her anus and rubbed the soap around it and over it 
several times.  Hailey twitched from the feeling but 
otherwise remained still. With one hand gently massaging 
her anus, he again caressed her small breasts that formed 
small cones when hanging from her chest in that position. 
	Reaching down, Justin pulled the stopper from the 
drain and had her to lie down on her back again. Once the 
water line had exposed her torso he stopped the water from 
draining and turned on the hot water slightly to keep her 
warm.  Now one at a time he washed her feet and legs, 
catching glimpses between her legs whenever he could, 
which was quite often. Finally, he washed her stomach and, 
when he eventually slid his hand between her legs, he did it 
with a slow sliding motion, pressing firmly and cupping her 
mound of girlish flesh. She swooned and her hips raised in 
response to teasing the right spot.  He rubbed back and 
forth, allowing his middle finger to press at the center of her 
slit, over and over.  Faster he masturbated her. Soon she 
trembled and slumped back into the water.  Quietly, he 
rinsed and dried her off, Hailey silently looking into his eyes 
as he worked. When their eyes met, he would smile warmly 
and continue what he was doing. Standing in front of him, he 
continued to towel her off even though she was dry.  He 
stopped and kissed her. Neither of them wanted the moment 
to end - so for a few minutes, Justin softly stroked her 
breasts and kissed them, then her mouth, until there was a 
soft knock at the door. 
	Needless to say, Justin was now sexually frustrated. 
Hailey's innocent desires had aroused him in the most 
extreme way. Biding his time, he cleaned the kitchen, folded 
and delivered laundry, and picked up the house. 
 	Emerging from the master bathroom after a hot shower, 
Justin interrupted Laura and Hailey having a meeting on the 
bed. They stopped talking and giggled at him. 
	"What are you two up to now?" Justin said with playful 
gruffness. 
	"Oh nothing." said Hailey.
	"Yeah, nothing much. Just that Hailey really enjoyed her 
bath." Laura added, and they both started giggling again. 
	"I guess so.." said Justin, "I wish I could have been in 
her place.  Who wouldn't?" 
	"Awe, do you want us to give you a bath little boy?" 
Laura said mocking him.
	Just then Lacey came in the room. "Gawd, you guys are 
sooo weird." Apparently she had heard that last comment.  
She marched to the computer table and shuffled around 
until she found the piece of paper she was looking for and 
left the room without looking at anyone. This caused more 
giggles. 
	Justin, in his towel, crawled across the bed and began 
kissing Laura, whom he found he loved more intensely than 
ever. Hailey was pinned under Justin. He had crawled over 
her to get to her mom.  She wrapped her arms around him 
and gently kissed his shoulder, watching the experts. 
	Justin let Hailey up and said "go lock the door 
sweetheart." As she did this, He and Laura embraced and 
rolled from side to side, kissing each other lovingly.
	Laura, pulling away, got up and began her bedtime 
rituals. Hailey, in her thin, lacy nightie, climbed up and laid 
on top of him.  
	She picked up where her mother left off. They kissed 
sweetly while Justin's hands caressed the length of her body.  
	Laura stood watching them from the bathroom 
doorway, brushing her teeth. Justin saw her motion to him 
but didn't catch her meaning at first. Laura lifted her shirt up 
in the front. Justin lifted Hailey's nightie a little and Laura 
nodded in agreement. 
	Justin simply could not believe what was happening to 
him. It was better than his wildest dream. Not only was he in 
a threesome, but one of them was the woman he dearly 
loved, and the other was an ultimate lolita love child of erotic 
proportions that had yet to be mapped. And to top it off. 
Neither of the girls were interested in each other in any way. 
They focused solely on him. 
	Justin began working Hailey's nightie up, and she 
helped him.  Once it was off, Justin ran his hands all along 
her body, from the back of her thighs to her shoulders, her 
light frame draped across him, he was still wrapped in a 
bath towel. 
	Rolling her onto her back, they kissed as Justin 
alternately fondled her breasts and cupped her in his hand.  
Hailey opened her legs for him, and he could feel the 
wetness seeping through her cotton panties as he cupped 
her there. 
	Laura was taking a long time with her rituals, pausing 
for extended periods to watch Hailey enjoying herself so 
much. She signaled for Justin to remove her panties.
	Justin stood up from the bed and his towel fell to the 
floor. He was fully erect. Hailey playfully touched his penis 
with her foot. Justin slid her panties off and nudged her 
further up on the bed so that he could position himself 
properly. Holding her feet, he guided her legs open. She 
didn't resist, but she covered herself with her hands and 
giggled as if he were tickling her. He laid down and began 
kissing her hands, licking them tenderly to show her what 
he was wanting to do to her. 	Looking to her mother, still 
framed in the bathroom door, her mother nodded 
reassuringly to her.  
	Slowly Hailey removed her hands.  Gently Justin 
caressed her with his tongue, Hailey staring at the ceiling, 
her face wide with anticipation. Justin continued exploring 
the exposed region with his lips and tongue. Hailey began 
gyrating and moaning softly in delight, the way her mother 
did. Justin worked on her skillfully, using techniques he had 
learned over the years. She quickly had an orgasm.
	Justin smiled a little, knowing how his technique lit up 
all of her senses. He relished the sight of her, having just felt 
the girl shiver to a climax through his lips and tongue. Her 
face was flushed with deep blush and her legs were wide 
apart and she made no move to cover herself. He had just 
been swimming in the sweetest place in the world. He knew 
how clean she was, having just bathed her himself, so he 
had given her the full treatment: After sucking on her clitoris 
a while, feeling it stiffen between his lips, he had lifted her 
knees up and had her hold them, allowing him to probe his 
tongue all up and down her slit, and especially her anus. The 
sweet clean taste of her juices permeated his senses, and he 
covered his face in them. Hailey was stunned by the 
intensity of the stimulation he was creating in her. It was like 
electricity surging throughout her entire body, continually 
refocusing between her legs. 
	Laura climbed onto the bed, smiling at Justin's damp 
face she kissed him and then gently stroked Hailey's hair. 
"Well? how was that?" she asked Hailey.
	"Totally awesome.  It feels so good."  She said in a 
dreamy, far off voice. 
	"Remember what we talked about?" her mother asked. 
	It took Hailey a moment for the question to even 
register, but her and her mom had talked about so many 
things that she looked blankly at her mother and shrugged. 
	Laura bent over and whispered something into her ear. 
	"Oh, That." Hailey replied.
	"Are you ready to try?"  
	Hailey sat up and whispered into her mother's ear, to 
which her mother replied, "No, he doesn't know."
	"Know what?" asked Justin.
	Hailey shook her head no, a hint of desperation in her 
expression.  But as if her mother didn't see her, she said 
"Hailey wants to learn how to...  please a man, and I told her 
we would show her if you agreed."
	"Mom!"  She was embarrassed, and she closed her 
legs and sat up. 
	"There are lots of ways to please me. Which one are 
you talking about
	This time Laura leaned over and whispered into Justin's 
ear, to which he replied: "you're kidding"  but he knew she 
wasn't.
	After a short reshuffling of bodies, Justin was on his 
back in the middle of the bed, Hailey and Laura on either 
side. Laura began instructing Hailey on the art of sucking 
and stroking a man to climax.  Hailey had scooted her butt 
around to get a better angle, and now it stuck up in the air 
for Justin to see. He caressed her ass and rubbed her clitoris 
while she sucked on him. He was imagining what it would be 
like to slide his dick inside her sweet canal, from behind, the 
way she was presenting herself at that moment. 
	It wasn't Hailey's technique that brought him to his 
orgasm so quickly, it was how she had her ass pointing at 
him, pussy staring at him, small cones hanging down, 
imagining the obvious and feeling her wonderful ass and 
sweet wetness. 

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